They never said to be afraid of the darkness. No, they told me to open up to it. Let me breathe it in with every pore and existence of my pathetic being. I was a dark child. I was the child of killers. I was the child of death. I was the child of every dark mentioning that has ever crossed anyone's breath. I am the child of the death eaters. I know nothing about my family. All I know is he is my family. He is my true being. He is the heart and soul beating within my chest of every waking and sleeping moment. I trust and love no one.
And as I sit here, my fingers curled around the arm of the chair I'm sitting in as I stare at my lord with unblinking eyes.
"You expect me to go to that pathetic waste hole with billions of unintelligent dirty little children?" I said, calmly although I could feel a tic forming above my eye. I saw the thin eyelids roll over his red eyes.
"Yes. I need you to go there. I need you to be my spy, love. You're only eleven." He replied, just as calm as I was. Ha! Only eleven. Age means nothing to me.
"A spy. You're telling me I need to be a spy? For what? How they cook the food?" I snapped, although I knew the real reason. He wanted me to keep an eye on Potter, who was leaving for his first year at Hogwarts. I rolled my eyes as he lectured. It was the same old story every time. You need to pay attention to that boy. He might be the downfall of your life and everything you know, Govette. I didn't care. Things had been hard since the Ministry was cracking down on every one. My only true friend at the moment that was my age was Draco Malfoy, might I mention was about to arrive any second.
"Father, I do not have time to argue with you. Draco is bound to be here—" I was cut off by the door opening, and a diginified boy stepping in. He bowed low to my father, whispering soft praises before he turned to me and helped me off my chair, like a perfect gentleman.
"Draco," I whispered, nodding quietly. We always had to be straight backed and natural when my father was around. "You are early," I finished, as my father shooed us away. He held my hand still, his other wrapped around his back until we were out of earshot and eyesight. Both of us bolted off up the stairs, talking all the way upstairs.
"My father wants to send me to Durmstrange. Mother says it is too far to send me, I hope father listens. I don't want to leave you behind that far." He said, shrugging. "If I'm lucky I'll be going to Hogwarts." I stopped in my tracks and gaped at him.
"Lucky!" I exclaimed out of disbelief. Draco nodded.
"Why not? Its not very far at all. I'd be able to return and see you." Draco replied. He always did that with whatever he did. He based it around me. Whenever Crabbe or Goyle would visit, I had to be there as well. I didn't mind. I enjoyed Draco's company. We have been very close. We slept in the same crib. We were heirs. I had heard my family talking about an arranged marriage to Draco once we came of age, and I remember thinking that wouldn't be so bad at all. I decided I'd open up about my father's plans.
"Er, Draco. May I talk to you about something?" I asked, taking a seat on my feather bed, whom Draco lounged on and relaxed.
"Father wants to send me to Hogwarts, Draco. I'll be there to spy on Potter; and hopefully detain him." I said, looking at Draco for a reaction. He looked rather shocked.
"He's risking you for Potter?" He asked, rolling over to look at me better.
"I can take care of myself!" I exclaimed, rather insulted. Draco sat up and brushed my brown hair away from my shoulders, idly. I didn't mind, he did it often. He was constantly touching my hair or stroking it, running his fingers through it lovingly. I let a smile slip. Draco grinned cockily. "Ah, did I get the pretty Govette to smile?" He teased, and I snapped at his finger. He pulled back in surprise, but laughed. "Sillyheart," he called me, lovingly.