Chapter 3
Guys sorry but I don't own Harry Potter. And sorry for the late update. This chapter is really bad but the next one should be better because I'm on holidays and have more time to write.

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I stared into the mirror for a long time, not believing what I saw. After just making one my already pale skin had gone to a shade of white that looked translucent. My eyes had gone from the dark brown that seemed to attract girls like moths attracted to lights were starting to get a tinge of red in them. And my naturally thick hair seemed thin. Maybe I was imagining these changes. Everything else was the same. My vision, hearing and sense of feeling hadn't changed. I looked down at the bench. There lying on the dusty, tiled counter stood the tattered diary I had decided to write in 5th year. It didn't seem different. Maybe a bit more ragged than it had been when I first bought it and the pages were now yellow but other than that it looked fine. You couldn't tell that it contained a fragment of a soul.

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I paced the small space between my bed and ancient bookcase stopping every minute or so to glance out the large window. "Where is she?"
There. Is it my imagination but is there a minuscule white dot on the horizon? Could that be her?

A sharp knock sounded at my door. Less than a second later it creaked open and there appeared my mother with a look on her face that could stop an enraged bull in his tracks. She glared down her angular nose at me and raised her hand in a gesture I had learned long ago meant come here. She then turned her back on me and walked down the narrow corridor, pushing one of our unfortunate house elves out of the way. She led me to the living room where my father sat reading the daily prophet in one of the plump armchairs. There on the coffee table sat Mist holding a letter tightly in her beak.
"She arrived not so long ago, breaking a window in our bedroom. She must have something really important because she was flying pretty fast. So fast she didn't fly through your open window but the closed 200-year-old stain glass window in our room. Who are you expecting mail from Daphne?" After saying this, my mother finally turned to face me. Her expression had gone from very bad to the worst I had ever seen. She's either pissed because of her "precious" window was broken which she could easily fix in less than a second with her wand, or because I was getting mail from someone. My family tended to stick together and not get out much in fact not at all. And she wanted it to stay that way. Now my father looks up from his paper and sees my owl on the table.
"Open the letter in front of your mother and read it out loud." Was all he said gruffly before going back to the paper. So I walked 15 steps (yes I counted) to the middle of the room. I bent over the black wooden coffee table and wrestled the wrinkled letter out of her beak. My hands shook. I was going to be in deep shit if the letter was who I thought it was from. Merlin let it not be from him. Anyone but him. My hands shook as I broke the seal; nervous to see who it was from.

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I hadn't slept properly for days now. I was hoping that this was just a fase. But I as I lay on the tiny single bed occupying the Potter's spare bedroom, staring at the ceiling trying to find images in the pattern of the paint covering it. I glance at the clock resting on the wooden bedside table. But it wasn't there. I faintly remembered throwing it out the window last night because of the bright light shinning from it. I rolled onto my side. I couldn't go far in this bed. I was used to bigger beds. Double beds at Hogwarts and a king sized one at what used to be my home. Now I had this puny one. But I couldn't complain.
All I could think of was her. Her beautiful face kept on flashing in front of my closed eyes. And when they were open all I could think about was the way she smelled. Like roses mixed with chocolate and peppermint… choc-peppermint roses… sounds like an ice cream. How do I even know what she smells like? It's not as if I've been close enough to smell her. Well except for the time when she landed on me. I wonder if she thinks of me. If she even knows who I am, my name, or even that I exist? I want to know if she feels the same. I want to spend all eternity with her. And all I know is her name and that she was in Slytherin. I need to sleep. And soon.

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the parchment that slipped out of the envelope was thick and expensive looking. Surely he wouldn't spend that much on something to write on. I was just using normal paper out of a notebook from the newsagents around the corner (something my mother wouldn't approve of) and here he was using expensive parchment. I cleared my throat and paused, looking up, only to be met by a glare from my mother. So I took a shaky breath and read.
"Dear Miss Daphne Meriwether. I am very pleased to announce that you have passed your end of year results with flying colours. Below are the marks you received for each individual subject. On the following page is a small list of jobs you are able to achieve with the marks you have. I congratulate you proudly.
Signed, Minister of Magic."
I heard the rustling of paper and next thing I know I'm being embraced by I think my father. When I looked up my mother had left the room angrily. my father and her had come to a resolution, if I passed my tests they would buy me a tiny shop on the corner of Diagon Alley that had been for sale a while, to run the potion store I had wanted. If I failed, I had to do what every single other woman in my family had, agree to marry a good pure blood wizard and give him many pure blood little shits and become a bitchy housewife. But I hadn't failed. I had passed. And now that little shop in Diagon Ally would become mine and I wouldn't live under the stifling care of my parents. I had to tell someone who really cared about what I did. I lifted my owl off the table carefully, and crept out into the shadowy hallway and walked up the rickety, narrow stairs to my room, to write a long, love felt letter to him because I know he will care about what I have to say.

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A sharp, constant tapping had been going at my window for over 5 minutes. I roll over stiffly to face it, to be met by what looked like to be an owl. I pushed my self out and walked towards the window, hopping because the ground was icy cold. I got to the window and struggled to open it. The owl flew in the second the window was open big enough for it to fit and sat itself onto the desk. I carefully untied the letter and gave the owl a biscuit. Then I sat to read the curly handwriting that I later would be able to recognise from a mile away.
" I am confused and clear as I write this letter, feeling my insides reeling with the kind of uncertainty I felt all those weeks ago when we met for the first time face to face. I still feel that queasiness in my stomach that drives me so crazy that half of me wants to run away and hide and the other half just wants me to stay with you forever. Now I sit, alone in a house full of people claiming to love me but not showing it. What is true love? Is it what I feel for you? Everyone I pass looks like you, everything I see has your face in it. Am I going crazy? Tell me what is happ…

Skip four years………..

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I stood proudly at the front and watched over all the heads of waiting people for her. My hands that were shoved hard in my pockets started to shake from the nerves. Standing next to me was James who gave me a reassuring smile. The suddenly the white birds who had been resting in the rose bushes flew into the sky and broke into a romantic song. Everyone turned around and jostled each other so they could get a look at the bride who had started to walk gracefully down the aisle. My heart pumped faster and faster the nearer she came. Her beauty took my breath away. She joined me at the alter and gave me the biggest smile yet under that smile was an expression of uncertainty. The man who was to wed us began with thanking everyone for coming to witness this special day. Then my vision started to become blurred and I started to hear a painful buzzing that blocked out any other noise. Next I found myself seated to my bride and being congratulated on the wedding. How is it that I couldn't remember any of the ceremony? I spotted Dumbledore in the back so I left the table and went to question him.

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I had been so nervous when I woke up this morning. Looking outside my window I saw the sky showing an unusual bright blue for winter. Maybe this was a sign? I walked down the corridor to the kitchen where most of the activity in the house was going on. My aunt dragged me to the table and pushed a platter of food towards me claiming it to be my breakfast. I could barely swallow water because of my nerves and my aunt was going to force me to eat? She sat opposite me and watched me like a hawk as I ate. Not many of my relatives had turned up even though I sent them all an invitation. I was not considered part of the family to most of them because I wasn't marrying someone chosen for me. At least my father had turned up. Yet mother had refused calling me a disgrace and scratching my name out of her will. After I had finished, I was dragged out of my chair and back towards my room where three of my aunts proceeded to dress me in my robes and smear make up onto my face. I took another glance out of my window to notice that the marquee was standing and guests were milling around the entrance. I was pulled away before I could take a glance at Sirius because apparently it's bad luck to see the groom before we're actually wed. All of a sudden I find myself at the alter, halfway through the ceremony. How is it that I can't remember leaving my room and walking down the aisle? Maybe it was the nerves. I then turned around to see who had shown up and was surprised by the massive turnout. Both Sirius and I weren't expecting many guests because nether of our families were happy with either of us for different reasons. One man crouched in the furthest corner caught my eye. He wasn't supposed to be here. If Sirius found him there would defiantly be a murder and I'm not sure that Sirius would be the killer.

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I sat and watched her at the front. She shone with light and beauty. She had not changed one bit since school. Except that she was marrying the person she swore to me she wouldn't. Did that pact we made mean nothing to her? Or was it my fault because I hadn't kept in touch like I had promised. I desperately wanted to talk to her like we used to but I was too scared to go closer for fear of rejection. I had changed so much in those four little years. I felt sick now every time I passed a mirror that I had smashed everything in the home that had a reflective surface. But that doesn't mean I want to take back the transformation I have gone under. It was necessary for my survival. In some ways I now resembled an aging man without the shrinking bones and wrinkles. My dark hair had all disappeared and my eyes reduced to slits like a snake. My fingers were gnarled and mangled. But this didn't mean that I didn't feel the same emotions I used to. But no matter how hard I would tell her this she wont listen. She'll just run and scream like the rest of them. The minister had finished his rambling so I took this chance to apperate but not before I made eye contact with her.

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Dumbledore had no answer for my question. He just said he'd look into it and walked off to talk to James. I looked around and realised that this was quite a sombre event. Many people were constantly looking at their watches. It was understood though. No one wanted to be away from their homes for to long in these times. I walked to the richly laden banquet table. Daphne's aunts had done a spectacular effort with the meals on such a short notice. Slowly slowly people started to come up to the both of us and congratulate us and are sad to say that they have to be leaving. Within an hour it was only us and her aunts left. They helped to pack up the marquee and put it down and they too were on their ways. Shyly I took Daphne's hand and playfully led her into the house and up the stairs. Finally the moment I had been waiting for such a long time had arrived. I held her close to me afraid that she would disappear, afraid that this was all a dream and that I would soon wake up to find myself lying back in the Potter's guest bedroom the day before her letter had arrived. Her breath was hot on my neck and her fingers trembled as she struggled with the buttons on her dress. My heart beat faster than it had ever done. It beat so fast I was afraid that it would explode into thousands of pieces. She grabbed at my arms and then she did disappear into the air. I jumped off the bed and searched the covers. I ran through the house searching for her. Was this some kind of cruel joke she played on me? I started up the stairs to search the room again when the darkness started to come again; the buzzing sound deafened me and made me fall….

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I landed in an old rundown house in the white slip I had worn under my robes. My eyes were starting to adjust to the dark when a bang sounded next to me. A hooded figure appeared in front of me. Instantly I knew who it was regardless of the pale gnarled hand held out to me. He could change his identity, change his skin tone, eye shape and voice, he could become evil or as kind and gentile as an angle should be but I would always know who he was.
"Tom?" I shakily asked. But the figure didn't answer. He just advanced towards me and embraced me. A stench of death radiated out from him and made me gag. I didn't mean to but the smell was so overpowering. My knees became weak and I fell. He loomed over me and went to pull me up when I blacked out.
I woke to find myself in my bed and entwined with Sirius. How is it that I managed to be ripped from his embrace last night and be placed back into it without me knowing how it happened?