June
I sit at the long black table beside my father within the Malfoy tremendous mansion; the light hung low and cautious as if it were scared to come any closer.
Draco, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy sit in front of my father and I each of their faces deathly pale as the man whom we were all terrified of paced the room coming to his decision of whatever plan he was cooking up now.
"My dear boy Draco...your birthday was last week if I'm not mistaken?" Lord Voldemort asks of Draco his voice not unlike a hiss.
Draco doesn't say anything instead he nods at his question.
"Speak up boy-don't be afraid," Voldemort urges.
"Yes on the fifth," Draco mumbles not meeting the dark lords eyes.
"You are sixteen?" Voldemort asks almost as if he was playing a game.
"Yes." Draco answers sullenly.
"And you ? You're turning sixteen next month?" Voldemort turns his attention towards me.
I sit up straight in my chair and answer him confidently.
"Yes on the 11th," I nod.
"Fantastic! I assume you'll be having a party?" He claps his hands excitedly although his face was saying something else.
I was so confused about why he was so excited that I was probably going to have a party-shouldn't he be above this kind of thing?
"I was planning on it-my lord," I answer.
"Well then- I believe the day after your party will be perfect!" He looks to my father.
"Then we can do both of them at the same time- I assume you still have no objections?"
Voldemort takes this opportunity to glance at at Lucius Malfoy, the two men nod their heads but do not speak.
"Wait? What's going to happen to us?" I ask possibly too curiously.
"My dear, you will find out when the day comes," My father says to me.
"No no...Corban I believe that she should know," Voldemort red eyes watch me with such curiosity that I have to tune out my listening just so I can focus on his powerful gaze.
"On the twelfth, you will receive the greatest honor-to become one of us."
"A deatheater?" I exclaim fearfully.
"Yes of course," he smiles at me condescendingly.
"B-but we aren't of age yet!" I cry standing up.
"That doesn't matter my dear girl, you will become one of the people that I hold in my inner circle-do you understand?"
"Yes...my lord," I say indignantly sitting down with an air of annoyance.
I see Dracos terrified expression and I decide to give him a small tentative smile, almost reluctantly he copies my smile.
July 9th
Dwindling in my room, I stare at the crisp manilla paper in front of me-each paper within my fathers manor held the family crest, a deadly depiction of a nightshade and a sword.
Originally we were Irish Druids who married with the English wizards who invaded the land in the medieval times, what made us fascinating to them were our tempers, no matter how cool headed we acted, as soon as something upset us in the slightest; we were set off of our rockers.
My guest had already been written for my party, I was making last minute reservations on who would come.
My hand trembled the entirety of the time I was writing the letter to my final guest, I'm terrified.
But I knew that I had to make things right before my whole life would be turned upside down.
The only reason why I was even considering this was because my requests for my party were that no deatheaters were to join.
Of course that included my narcissists of a father who was more then happy to oblige my single request.
Two days.
That's all I had until I was signing away my fate.
No matter which side of the war I was on, I was going to lose.
With a final flourish of my hand the letter was complete.
" H.G
I know you probably hate me.
And I don't blame you, but I miss you and have missed you.
Please come to my birthday party, on the 11th, I know you may be busy,
Or you may have your reservations but, please...I want to explain as
Much as I possibly can to you...I sent along a key...it will become an
Active port key on the 11th at 11:30 am I would love for you to be there
Early so that we can talk...with best hopes and wishes...
~A.Y "
I glance at my owl perched silently on my chair.
I nod to myself and enclose my letter within an envelope with her key.
Painstakingly I write her name on the back and carry the letter to the majestic black owl that I am pleased to call my own and tie the hopefully not too heavy letter to her.
"Deliver this to Hermione Granger," I order stroking her feathers absentmindedly, with a flutter my owl flys out: her silhouette showing in the moonlight.
Hermione P.O.V
My window was open to the night sky as if I was eagerly waiting for something impossible to happen.
Ever since Abby left me my hearts been hallow, I was furious at first because it wasn't my fault since I had told Harry to not mention her-I did my part but, he didn't do what I had asked.
Of course it wasn't like he had no reason to mention Corban Yaxley because he wouldn't have said anything if he didn't have a legitimate reason to.
But regardless of that I really, really wished that she would have allowed me to explain that it wasn't my fault, I've sent her dozens of letters despite the threat of them being intercepted I've pleaded with her but to only receive nothing in return.
My quill lays in my hand motionless as I prepare myself to write yet another letter to her, I promised myself that I'd stop the moment I receive a letter from her no matter how short or what the context of the letter was.
As if my thoughts triggered a reaction-I see a large black owl flouting towards me; know it isn't one of Rons or Harrys because I recognize the owl, although I didn't know its name I knew who the owner was: Abby.
The owl drops onto my desk, dipping its head into the water bowl Ive taken to keeping on my desk for the messenger owls.
I take the envelope off of the owl carefully to not frighten the animal.
Once I did, I hurriedly open the letter and read through the it twice, before I run down the stairs of our townhome to find my mother and father.
"Mum! Dad!" I say entering the kitchen.
"Hello there Hermione, what is it?" My mum says pausing her hands on the sudsy dishes.
"I was wondering if I could go to my friends birthday party?"
"Whose birthday?" My dad asks me.
"Abby Yaxley-a friend from school," I say smiling.
"Oh that kind girl who invited you for the winter holidays? That was a magnificent resort wasn't it hun," my dad says dreamily.
"Yes it was...of course you can go," My mum nods and smiles.
"Great-also can I go to Diagon Alley so that I can pick up her gift?"
They nod together, my mother grabs her purse and hands me forty euros and hugs me quite tightly.
"Oh you're grown us so fast..." She murmurs against my hair.
I don't say it aloud but I think it; 'Mum...you have no idea how fast I've been growing up...'
