I do not own any JK ROWLING ~jazz~
When I woke the next morning my back ached with the pain associated from sitting up all night listening to those fools blabber on about pranks and calling each other animal names. That being said, I couldn't help the small smile that flittered across my face thinking about last night. I mean, through all their antics, they helped me forget.
I looked at my appearance over in the mirror, smoothing down hair that was pinned back in a mass of curls that was piled on top of my head. I stared into my own eyes, trying to recognise who I resembled. It didn't work
"I like your hair like that" Ursula called out form the bathroom, peaking around the door.
"You should." I replied with a smirk.
She came over and tapped me on my back, "feisty".
"Precisely."
We walked to the Great hall together, both Charlotte and Violetta were sleeping in as they didn't have classes in the morning.
As we sat the owls came flying in and my great owl, Verruca, dropped the letter in my hand. Ursula was too busy munching on her meal to take notice of the slight loss of colour in my face. I was glad my back was facing the wall, so that no person could see the contents of the letter.
Florence,
I hope you are enjoying school and keeping your studies up. Your adequate results in potions are jeopardising your future, especially since you are no longer in the running to be betrothed to Regulus.
I wanted to let you know that your father has been promoted to run Azkaban. Perhaps you too can join him as you are becoming more advanced as you come of age, more powerful. You could provide to be very useful for your father.
The dark lord has told me to attach this note. Read it. Respond. I will not have you ruin this families name at the expense of a few foolish strands of rebellion.
I'm sure you understand.
Mother.
The note that had been attached, which I knew was going to be attached, feel out into lap and I fingered it slightly, the cool paper oozing power, representing the dark lord's abilities. I smiled.
Looking up I looked at Ursula who was in deep thought with Nott. Frowning I looked over the crowd of the great hall, everyone deep in conversation. That is until my eye caught him.
Sirius Black was sitting amongst his friends, Peter on his left, Remus on his right and James and Lily in front of him. James said something funny and everyone started laughing but he was too busy. He started at Florence Macmilliam as she looked at the note. Her face frowned as she read the note, but then she smirked at the small note that had fallen out as she was reading. She looked as though she had won a chess game, gained the upper hand, outsmarted the intelligent. Suddenly, she looked up and stared right at him, her eyes, although a distance away, boring into his. He studied her hair and her facial expression and he notice how she resembled Medusa, a witch he read in one of Lily's muggle books.
I looked away from staring at Sirius Black. He was an odd bloke. As much as I wanted to hate him for the pain he caused, I couldn't. Standing up, I said my goodbyes to Ursula, Nott and everyone else somewhat interesting at the table. I made my way up to Owlery, not only to reply to mother but to also take a look at the note. I was intrigued.
I remember the night so very clearly –
"Good luck Florence" Bellatrix said as she stalked out of the room with a smile of a pure glee.
The figure in black glided their way over to me and bowed in front of me. They knew. He knew.
"Florence" He nodded to me.
"Dark Lord" I said to his shoes as my head was bent like the curtsy I was in. he laughed and lifted my chin up with his long bony fingers and stared into my eyes. I knew what he was doing. I could feel my mind being violated. My mind flicking through my memories, first of my childhood playing in the rose garden outside and returning with cuts and blood. He saw me vulnerable and he saw me strong. He witnessed my mistakes and my triumphs.
And then he saw it.
Growling, his fingers slid down from my chin to my neck. Tightening his grasp, he lifted my head up and held me above the floor.
"YOU WHORE, TAINTING YOUR BLOOD WITH THAT OF A BASTARD"
I laughed cruelly and hoarsely, there was no point hiding now. He knew who I was and he still defied me like that. He threw me down onto the floor at his feet and pointed his wand at me.
"CRUCIO"
I writhed in pain on the floor. My laughs were quickly moulding into blood curdling scream. I had to wait. Being what I am, you learn the art of strategy. He, however, clearly lacked it. The Dark Lord lowered his wand and leaned close to my ear.
"I know who you are, I know what you are. But if you dare defy me again I will murder you. I will rip your limbs one from one, I will cut your flesh and I will pour salt into your wounds. Your bones will crush under my magic and I will reap all your powers. You will be left helpless, loveless and without magic." He growled
I rolled my eyes "You'd do all that for a good fuck?"
As he went to slap his hand against my face, I caught his wrist. Bending it backwards, I smirked at the weak snap of his hand. His faced paled as I bent it back further, shattering it.
"You may know what I am but you will never know my limits. You, however, I know who you are, really, Tom Riddle, a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and muggle you half-blood filth." I spat. "I can help you, but if you insist on defy my heritage and my power, you defy any success you may have achieved in the future.
"I know why you called me in here, you want my help, my magic, my power. And yet you torture me for fucking a man with purer blood than yours? You contaminated filth. If you want my help, prove it. Prove to me the power you hold. Show me what you can do. Murdering useless muggles is not power, that's a game. Show me your authority and control. Expand your game. Give my family control over Azkaban. Show me you are more than fear and torture. It will be your failure before you know it.
I am the daughter of Merlin and Medusa, you will respect me. If you want my power, you will earn it. You will not disobey me. I am the difference between life and death, failure and success, power and impotence. Do you understand me?" I growled at him, my hand travelling further up his arm, bending them at obscene angles.
"I said, so you understand me?" He whimpered "Yes mistress."
I dropped his hand and stalked away from him. Turning around, I looked at him from the doorway "Tell anyone and I shall kill you". He nodded and I left.
Before I could have a chance to look at the note, I ran into something hard and strong. Looking up,I sighed.
"'ello darling" Sirius Black grinned at me.
Ok ok,just wanted to clear up that im going to go into an explanation of how she can be the child of both medusa and merlin, but right now i know its confusing becuase i mean they lived in differnt time period and on other sides of the globe but i will clear it up so dont worry xx
