I'm so so so so so….sorry for not updating in a while. I had a writer's block and well, this is not the best, but reveals a lot. It took time editing and writing and editing and destruction. So, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. And this Chapter is in honor of Guest who gave me inspiration with one of his/her reviews(Mars for a hint). I hope it's okay with you! If not, tell me and I will change it. I know it's a bit short. I will make it longer. But like I said before, writer's block. I shouldn't play blame game...probably my fault and laziness.
BIG ANNOUNCEMENT: I will not be updating in such a long time. Cause, finals are coming up. AP's are coming up. It's tough. And I'm going to be so so so so busy. I will update as much as I can. Sorry.
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Chapter 17-The Benefactor's Story
I was perhaps still a child when the Dark Lord found me. Lost, full of despair, a death still hangs on my conscious. The Dark Lord offered me a choice, to fight with him to win back all I lost. And that is what I did and will do in the future. My family won't ever understand the sacrifice I undergo for them every day. And yet I'm still cast away as a defect. Not anymore. When, the Dark Lord found me he introduced me to his masters. The great Atlas and Hyperion. They told me their motives, their story. They knew my pain. And perhaps that's way I did this. I am sorry for any pain I will cause you in the future.
-Your Brother
Unknown
Why is this happening to me? That's where he went, all those years ago! To Voldemort. He will deserve what he gets. He is no longer a brother of mine.
Neville
Draco was...distracted lately. His father appearing at the second task really put a dent into the celebrations. I found Draco reading a parchment written with a blood red ink in the Great Hall. It was morning, and people were flocking towards the grounds outside for a stretch. It was a day after the Second Task.
I sauntered over to my friend and peered over his shoulder, trying to see what the paper said. Draco seemed to feel my presence and just whispered, "Just stop. I have to go talk to Annabeth."
"Are you okay?" "Draco?"
He didn't answer as he ran through the sea of students towards the Gryffindor tower. Things aren't going so well.
I understand you might not want to answer to my correspondances. But please, as your brother, I beg of you, join me and you and father and...mother will be spared. Join me and you will get everything you want. I am not corrupted by any power but I have been enlightened. Father and Mother have been lying to you. The Ministry isn't ready to defend against the rise of Voldemort and his masters. The Ministry is blind, ignorant to the truth. And Dumbledore is the most ignorant of us all. Thinking bringing demigods to help protect the Potter child was a very idiotic move. They will die. They will leave. They will refuse to help. Trust me. I have seen far more than you have. What's the point? Mother won't believe you anyway. She never loved you. She was never yours. You never hers. You already know about Father. Join me.
-Your Brother
Harry
I leaned against a tree that overlooked the lake. Ron was struggling to hold up a sword against Frank, who seemed extremely uncomfortable holding a sword. Hermione was shaking her head as she read her giant fat book. Nico and Will were trying out Leo's newest invention while Annabeth went over the schematics. Percy and Jason were sparring or something. And luckily, we were a little far away from everyone else so not many people noticed. It was a peaceful time.
Piper sat down next to me and asked, "How is Ron feeling?"
"He doesn't remember a thing. That's good. Who was the man that Annabeth rescued?"
"Annabeth's father. Aphrodite is being sneaky."
"What?"
"You don't want to know." Silence overcame us. I looked around and saw Cho playing Quidditch with some friends, maybe practice. She was a graceful seeker, weaving in and out between stands. Piper followed my gaze and just said, "Talk to her."
"Hmm?"
"That girl you wanted to go out with to the Ball. Go talk to her."
"No. She's already with Cedric."
"How do you know? She only said no because she already said yes to him. Maybe you should talk to her." I stared at Piper to see if she grew another head. Her ever-changing eyes just made me dizzy under her stormy gaze.
"If you haven't noticed, I'm a complete fool in front of her."
"Just… try. And besides-Aphrodite."
I shrugged and tried to gather up my courage.
Piper
What do you want Aphrodite? Is there something more about Cho that we don't know about?
Well, you see..hmm. You will just need to figure it out for yourselves. Cho is...a special child haunted by her past. She isn't perfect. She might die if she doesn't seek help. Prevent another Silena incident.
Then it seemed her presence was gone.
I have gotten your correspondence. It has been a while since we have seen each other face to face. I am glad you have decided to join me. However, I am here to warn you before the Dark Lord gives you your mission. Phase 3 is a go. You must take out the Potter boy. Now, you will have help from another servant in the school. But, be warned, always obey this servant or you will face death. He is a devout follower of the Dark Lord. My loyalties lie in Atlas and Hyperion. But you must decide your own loyalties when my lords destroy the Dark Lord for the last time.
-Your Brother
Cho Chang
I glanced at the sweaty thin yellow parchment. It was cold in my hands and it felt unnatural. I retreated back down into the forest and waited in silence, keeping the letter as my only solace.
Wind howled in front of me, creating a vacuum of darkness and souls. A pale white nose-less man appeared from the storm and growled, "You must carry out Phase 3. I have a ...servant to assist in Potter's demise. He shall seek you out. And if you succeed, I will release your brother from my hand." He vanished the way he came.
What did I do to deserve such a horrible family? My brother is either completely loyal to Atlas and Hyperion or is under a spell.
My parents must be a "rare brand of evil goblin from Mars, with blue skin with yellow sticky pustules all over it. Along with red eyes and pink claws, they must have poisonous drool and are very attractive to troubled men or boys." (Thanks Guest!)
That's probably how my brother became affiliated with Voldemort, what a very troubled person. And that would explain how my father is such a monster. And Mother? Explains how she is such a cold heartless creature. What is so wrong with them? With me?
Now, I have to kill Harry, my only hope to defeat Voldemort. I have to betray my friends from Camp. They would see me as the new Luke or something. I looked up into the night sky, puking out mocking stars that radiate warmth and happiness only to entrap one into death. I whispered a prayer, hoping the heavens heard it, any god would do. "Oh gods, help me in my time of need. Give me strength before I fail. I would offer food, but...I'm in a forest with nothing but a piece of paper."
I put up a hood to block my face from the harsh wind while sneaking back into the castle. I entered my Common Room and withdrew the letter from my inside pocket. I read it over once more. My 'brother' helping me.
I sighed, hoping my mind would rule my heart. I dropped the letter in the fire, watching the flames wrap the letter with smoke. The paper curled in on itself while sparks flew off like rain. I pulled my hood even further down my face, shielding my heart from any pain. Then I left.
So, whatcha think? I hope you guys have/had a great week/end.
BIG ANNOUNCEMENT: I will not be updating in such a long time. Cause, finals are coming up. AP's are coming up. It's tough. And I'm going to be so so so so busy. I will update as much as I can. Sorry.
Trivia: Which character wrote The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore?
What does S.P.E.W. stand for? I honestly don't remember. It was a hard couple of minutes.