The trial last for about a half hour. I had to sit in the chilling chamber with the wizengamot watching the 3 of us. My husband looked as though he would faint. Barty tried getting out of his charges by pleading to his father. You should have seen the look on his mother's face. I won't ever forget what Barty Crouch Sr. had said to his son. 'You're no son of mine…'
The diary was snatched out of my hands by Auntie who tucked it away in her cloak. I pouted and whined to get it back.
"No. You can have it when we get back to the house." I crossed my arms, still pouting.
"You act like her." Auntie laughed, looking in the windows of different shops.
"Who?"
"Your mother." I stopped. She turned around.
"Snape said I acted like my father though."
"Well as I noticed, you act like both of them…but at certain times. You're a figment of your father's rage and your mother's love."
A/N: Green Day. : )
"But anyway. Oh look, a nice clothing shop. Let's go inside." I rolled my eyes and followed her in.
"You're not hungry?" She asked about a half hour later as we sat down at the Leaky Cauldron. I shook my head.
"This is where I found out the first bit about my parents…" "Oh. We don't have to eat here if you don't want to." I shook my head. "It doesn't matter. Can I have the diary back now?" She nodded and took it out of her robes and handed it back to me. Envy slithered out of my pocket and onto the table.
"She goes everywhere with you?" I nodded silently. Tom the barman came over to our table. He was a hunchbacked bald man with warts on his fingers and cracked, yellow teeth. Envy took notice of him and giggled. I stared at her. A faint smile twisted my lips. I looked away. "Oh, Mrs. Malfoy, so nice to have you here. Ready to order? Today's special is the pea soup, your favorite." Yes, I think I'll have that, Thank you. Serpentine, you're going to order something?" "Um…Grilled Cheese." I stared out the window and noticed that snow started to fall. I opened to another entry in the black diary and started to read.
Rodolphus and I have separate cells. Lord knows how long I'm going to have to stay cooped up in this retched place. It's cold and smells of decaying bodies, which might as well be the case. How could anyone survive in here? I've heard it was bad from the tongues of other followers but I thought it was only rumors. Now I see that it's much worse than what they perceived. I can barely concentrate in this place. Everyone is dying from the cold and from not eating the food. Prison gruel may not be chocolates served in your warm bed by a house elf, but it's all we've got in here. As long as I can hold onto my sanity for a while before my Lord finds me, then I'll be alright. But until then…
"Your soup, Madam…and here's your sandwich, little girl." My mind snapped. I looked up at Tom and glared. No one calls me 'Little girl…
I heard a soft 'Uh-oh' from Envy.
He gave a slight smile and turned away. "He will pay." I growled in Parstletongue so Auntie couldn't hear. I opened the diary and looked for the spot where I left off. "You're not going to eat it?" Auntie asked.
"I will. After I finish this page"
"You're addicted"
"I have to learn what happened." "Why"
"Because I want to know. I feel like I need to know. Maybe something in here will help me bring back my father-" "Shh!" She hissed at me, leaning across the table, her head inches from her bowl of soup. "If anyone heard of what you're planning to do. Plus, you barely know any magic. You're a first year student. How can you resurrect a 100 year old Dark Lord from a 2nd downfall and not get caught?" I leaned in close to her.
"It's been done before. Chances are this time it's easier"
"Or harder." I leaned back. I stared at her for a it before looking back down at the entry. It appeared the my mother hadn't written in a few months. The dates jumped from November 20th to January 1st of the next year.
My insides are aching and my skeletal shape is showing through my paper thin skin. My hair is in knots and I have no more energy left. I'm left to lay upon the floor in a stupor, glazing up at the ceiling above me, hoping it will fall and brake my lifeless body. All I can think about is the Dark Lord. I want so much just to kneel before him rather than lay in this black hole of rotting stench and moaning inmates. I'm going out of my mind. I can just picture his amber eyes staring into mine, turning my insides cold and making them twist and tighten. His voice echoes in my mind, bringing back sweet memories. I wouldn't have a clue in the world where he is right now or if he's thinking of me. But why would he? I'm just one out of over 50 Death Eaters. I'm an insignificant shadow in his little world of Darkness that he controls. A soldier ant to a male queen who only cares for the work that gets done, not the feelings and emotions that goes on within each and every servant. Some say he's gone. But he's not. Not in my mind or heart. I can still feel him. I can still hear his voice, feel his presence, feel the tingle of the burn upon my arm from the mark and I can mostly feel his hands on me…
The page was yellowed, dirty, and had small faded spots left on them from long, forgotten tears. I felt a bit of remorse for her. I wish there was a way to reunite them once more. But even when I bring back my father, I know not even he can bring her back.
A/N: I've decided that this story is going to be a series. It would be a very long story if I put it all into one part. And now, on with the story!
"Would you like to spend the night here?" Auntie asked. I looked away from Snape and nodded. I was in the kitchen of the Riddle house and I was watching Snape make a concoction of some purple stuff. I didn't dare ask him what it was. He still had a bit of a weary mood towards me. But I'll let it slide….he'll have to obey me later. Wormtail was eating…or at least I think he was. I'm started to think he's mentally retarded. He bent foreword and sniffed his plate of what looked like gray macaroni and cheese. For a moment, he paused, then went diving into the food. Auntie rolled her eyes and sighed, turning away. Snape looked over at me. "Don't mind him, he hasn't eaten in a few days." And then he leaned in closer. "We tried starving him. It's like having an annoying pest in your house. Never goes away." He shook his head and turned back to the potion.
I sighed and got up from the table and headed out of the room.
"Where you going to, Serpentine?" Auntie asked.
"Exploring." I called back to her. I really was this time. I wanted to know what else lurked underneath this mansion's roof besides murderers and haunted bedrooms. I started off in the entrace hall and went through a door to my left. It was a living room. Old couches circled an ancient oak finished coffee table with several Daily Prophets laying on top of it. The window curtains of emerald green were opened, letting the sunlight shine through and on the papers. It took me a few minutes to register who the people in the pictures were. Unlike muggle photographs, the pictures move. And as I moved closer to the table, I noticed my mother's face smirking up at me. A caption underneath it read: Bellatrix Lestrange- convicted of the torture and incapacitation of Frank and Alice Longbottom. I gapped at the name and stared at my mother's picture. "Longbottom…?" I whispered in a hushed tone. I rifled through the papers and found several articles with my mother in them. Headlines reading things like: "MASS BREAKOUT FROM AZKABAN", "DARK LORD HAS RETURNED: Ministry apologizes", "Dark Mark sighted At World Cup", "MINISTRY BREAK IN: 19 Death Eaters Captured,", "DARK LORD VANQUISHED: A Time For Rejoice!", "RIDDLE HOUSE SERACHED: No Trace of Remaining Followers.", "DEATH EATERS STILL IN HIDING: Followers wait in shadows for Dark Lord to return.", and small articles from the Quibbler reading: "Prophecy Of The Dark Lord and Harry Potter: Was it really fate?", "Dark Lord and Death Eater Married?", "Harry Potter Explains Prophecy", "A Child Born of Dark Blood: Harry Potter claims Dark Lord and Death Eater had child.", "Child of Dark Lord A Threat?" Without thinking, I scooped up the entire pile of papers and carried them with me across the room to another door.
"Why are you taking them?" Envy hissed, her small smooth head sticking out from my sweater pocket.
"So I can read up on history. I want to find out what happened"
"Your Aunt already told you what happened"
"I want the details." I hissed back, opening a door that revealed stairs. I flicked the switch up to turn on the light and it lit up dusty and cobwebbed stairs. I took a step down and the board squeaked underneath my foot. I ignored it and continued down the stairs, the fresh scent of mildew, dust, and decaying bodies reached my nose. I came to the bottom of the stairs and looked around at gray stone walls, boxes piled up and labeled with different titles. Old broken furniture and parts of muggle things still hung around the basement. It made me think to myself why my father would choose a muggle house for a headquarters and keep it as a refugee for close to about 100 wizards. I walked around the boxes and spotted a black door across the room. I stepped over chair legs and pipes to find myself standing face to face with this entrance. I tucked the papers under my arm tighter and turned the doorknob and pushed it open, letting it swing away from me and revealing something that caught me by surprise, taking my breath away and leaving me to drop the papers on the floor. I gasped and stared at the site in front of me…
