Miya was running late, so late in fact that by the time she arrived at the mansion, nobody was left to open the gates for the teen. She stomped in frustration.
"The one night I seriously can't afford to miss and what do I do? I decide to fucking stop to help that cursed boy and his dam Muggle cousin!" she exclaims, however, realizing where she stands, Miya keeps her voice as low as she can.
Not that it did her any good. A voice sneaked up from behind her. "What boy?"
The moonlight shined bright on the pale head, a patch of white against the dark backdrop of trees. In front of Miya stood the young heir of the mansion, Draco Malfoy himself.
"Well?" he asked impatiently. "Which boy?"
"That is none of your concern, Draco."
"Yes, it is when you miss the meeting Miya. So, tell me, or you will hear from my father." He said it with such an air of self-importance that she wanted to laugh. A small chuckle did slip out and the look of shock overcame his sharp face that appeared cause the rest to burst forth from Miya.
"Sorry little Dragon, but just because I am living under your father's roof doesn't mean that I answer to him." She leaned in as if telling a secret. "You know who my boss is." Miya concluded with an evil smirk.
She turned away; checkmate secured. Striding across the grounds of the mansion, however, Miya's confidence faltered, fearing walking across into the foyer and what – who – may lay on the other side.
Miya took a deep breath and opened the front door, vaguely hearing the shuffling gravel from over her shoulder as Draco made his way behind her, entering the foyer. Inside the mansion, the fireplace nearby shortly warmed the teens' chilled bones, despite the summer's evening.
"I would wish you good luck, since you're going to need it. However, I don't do the mushy Hufflepuff business." His grin held no sympathy, his eyes as frosty as his icy heart.
Miya huffs but knew in her heart it was true. Without bothering with a reply, she went in search of Lucius and Narcissa, still not ready for her possible punishment.
Journeying further into the residence brought about a chill of foreboding; Miya couldn't shake the insistent voice whispering in her head.
He's here. You know it… You can feel it. Your father knows… and boy oh boy is he pissed!
Miya shook herself, removing the thoughts for now. Ahead of her was the dining room, where she was supposed to be hours ago. She pushed open the large doors and was greeted by her worst nightmare.
The head of the table was occupied; however, the chair was turned away, hiding the figure sitting within. On the left sat Lucius, his wife standing over his shoulder. On the right was Miya's Godfather, the person who has raised her as much as the Malfoy's – Severus Snape.
"Well, well. Ms. Thatcher finally decides to grace us with her presence." The Malfoy sneer must have been paternally inherited. Lucius glared at her, but Miya refused to be intimidated, least of all by the spineless bully in front of her. She strode towards the chair in silence, the dread growing in her heart in time with her thundering steps as she realized the inner voice was right. Swiftly, hiding her gaze, Miya dropped to her knees before the chair, bowing her head so low her nose grazed the polished wood.
"Father," she breathed. "Forgive me for arriving late and missing the meeting. I was unfortunately delayed in my journey."
Silence. Nothing to be heard. Thinking – hoping – she had been wrong and merely made a fool of herself, embarrassing but not lethal. A quick peek couldn't hurt. Just to make sure.
But the boney deathly pale feet were in front of her, the veins raised in an unnatural way.
Finally, the silence was broken with a hiss. Distantly, Miya could hear the slither and rustle as Nagini entered the room, heeding her master's call.
"My daughter…. Such a disappointment you have become. I thought for certain you would have accomplished you mission before the start of the summer, yet it is not completed. You almost cost me my redemption. And now…" he continued; voice soft as a whisper yet deadlier than Avada Kedavra. "… you disrespect me and refuse to show up to the most important meeting you could attend. Now, you refuse to meet my eyes, choosing to LIE to me!" Her father's voice had risen to a shriek. Against her will, Miya raised her head, compelled by his words. Instantly, flashes from the evening replayed, exposing Miya in her lies.
She saw the brilliant red eyes dim, for a second replaced by a flash of emerald, before her father cackled.
"Maybe not all is lost, little one. I see you were out causing mischief, the results coming to the cursed brat as we speak. Imagine, The Golden Boy Potter… expelled!"
His maniacal laughter washed over Miya, goosebumps rising as Lucius joined in with his Master. Snape remained as silent as ever, a reliance she needed in that moment, while Narcissa lifted her pale lips – more of a grimace than actual smile.
Slowly, the silence returned, and Miya forced herself to remain looking ahead as her father once more glared with his deadly scarlet eyes. "In light of these interesting new developments, you are dismissed. But I won't tolerate your actions again, regardless of if you bring me the head of Potter yourself."
Acknowledging the dismissal with another bow of her head, Miya kept her pace controlled as she made her exit, feeling the glare directed her way for once again escaping punishment.
But Voldemort also had his limits, and didn't appreciate being lied to, or disobeyed. Just before Miya could round the corner and disappear into the mansion, Nagini, who had silently followed the girl, struck. The snake bite into the teen's ankle releasing a large amount of poison. Once more, laughter rang through Miya's head.
She saw Lucius's triumphant face, and the slightly concerned look in Snape's eyes, before her vision faded completely and Miya gave into the poison racing towards her heart.
