Treason
Selina avoided the both of them the following days, speaking to her father only when he checked on her. She watched as the moon began to creep up in the sky, the light illuminating the bedroom floor. She didn't want to stay anywhere. All she wanted was to go back to her real home. But then again It was burned to the ground. The small three bedroom house wasn't much, but she was lucky that she was able to escape out the window and reach the ground instead of jumping into a nearby tree as she used to do.
She noticed the birds scattering, but only her ears picked up their presence. Her eyes were locked on something, a figure, which sat on the stone bench, positioned sitting toward the trees to her left. She sat there for at least five more minutes, and until she knew the figure hadn't moved, did she take up her position past the many holly bushes that surrounded her bedroom window.
"I see that you've noticed my presence—"
She stopped at the soft voice, that low rumble. It was gentle but it was so different from her father's. However gentle and mild it became it was always cold and stern and she knew she was able to recognize it anywhere possible.
She sniffed the air, lucky that she was upwind.
"And I also noticed that you haven't done anything since the attack. I set that up, if you noticed. Your uncle was not supposed to die. You were not supposed to have saved him. And I am still pondering your exact reason as to why you graced my presence by bringing him to me and laying his broken body at my feet. Tell me, love, what would have happened if you had left him there?"
She waited for his entrancing voice to die on the soft breeze, after all, it usually lingered in the air, ringing in her ears. And she had always wondered why his voice was able to do that, but she replied to him all the same.
"He would have died. But that was also my reason as to why I took him to your camp—" She was immediately interrupted when Greyback started a rampage.
"You are to never take him to my camp. I do not want him anywhere near me. That is why I have trusted you to take on my job. You are the only person, in five years, who I have let this responsibility come to. And you are to do the job well, with no fall-ups, or you are to not do the job at all, and I will kill on the spot and let you blood flow under your father's window, to scare the hell out of him when he sticks his head out in the morning and finds that your body is lying cold beneath that window. Then I shall take on the job of killing him and your life will have no purpose then."
"This will be the only reason why you are living. I will repeat this, either you take on that reason or I shall kill you. Do you understand me, girl?" Greyback continued his rant, his voice growing ever quieter. She had never seen the man with this cold a voice. He had never grown to the point where his voice had reached an inaudible growl, so close to the point that he was about to lash out at her, telling her otherwise, that he was capable of hurting her, whether or not she was going to take on this responsibility.
She walked away quietly, assuring him that she would do this her way, making sure that her plan would become reality. And in fact, part of it had been messed up, but she knew her father would play along, for she was smarter than he, was she not?
Then again, she was only ten years old, and ten not being very old, she had her work cut out for her, for soon… she would realize what a true life and death situation was like.