Amy Riddle - Daughter of the Dark Lord (A Voldemort's Daughter Story)

Part 30 (Part 1 of THE END)

Chapter 30

AMY'S POV

I followed Lucius through the hallways of Malfoy Manor. I tried my absolute hardest to push away the butterfly feeling in my stomach. I forced myself to believe that I was ready for this. But in complete honesty, Harry Potter had become my friend this year - he was much more than a mission. I was worried that once it came down to it, I may not be able to kill him. And if my father were to find out, I was eternally screwed.

Lucius pushed a door open. Inside, lying on a bed was my Death Eater uniform. I walked up to it, looking at the mask. It was amazing - silver, with intricate black designs around the right eye, swirling down to the mouth. I picked it up, putting it closer to my face. It was fitted perfectly to my bone structure. When I placed it on, I felt a tingling sensation when it touched my skin. It felt like I wasn't even wearing a mask. I took it off.

"Hm. That's pretty rad," I said, tossing it down on the bed.

"I'll leave you to get ready," Lucius said, turning out of the room.

When I heard the door shut, I began getting into the uniform. It was a leather outfit, not too tight, yet it fit perfectly. There was a vest-like robe that went with it. I slipped my arms through it, then pulled the hood over my head. The robe wasn't too long, ensuring that I wouldn't trip over it while running. I looked at myself in the mirror. I frowned. I was worried that Potter would still recognize who I was. There was no mistaking my messy black hair. Not to mention the fact that I still sounded like myself.

I grabbed a brush and began ripping it through my hair. It barely did anything. I ended up putting it into a ponytail and hiding it behind my robes. I didn't want to cut it all off. It was too precious to me. I put the mask on. I felt the same sensation as before. It still seemed as if I wasn't wearing a mask. However, looking in the mirror I saw that I definitely was. And it didn't look like me at all. I heard a knock at the door. I turned, and Draco was peeking his head in.

"Hi, Amy," he said.

"Draco, what are you doing here?" I asked, taking the mask off.

"My father pulled me out of school as soon as you arrived," Draco explained. "You look really cool."

I forced out a smile. Then I winced, feeling dizzy. I sat down on the bed, holding my head.

"Amy?" Draco said, rushing over to the bed with me. "Are you gonna be alright tonight?"

I smiled weakly at him. "I guess we'll find out, right?" I shook my head. "I honestly don't know at this point. I just ... I'm not sure how I feel about killing Potter." I made sure to lower my voice. "We became friends this year. And if it comes to it ... If it's me, faced with killing him, I'm not sure if I can do it. And then everybody know that I screwed up and that I'm a failure -"

"You are not a failure, Amy!" Draco insisted. "You became his friend, you got into the Order of the Phoenix. I believe in you. I know you can do this. Just remember that I'll be here, rooting for you."

"But what if ... what if I'm not on the right side?" I asked. "I've been asking myself this for months."

"Like I said, I'll be here rooting for you," Draco replied. "No matter what you decide to do."

I smiled, for real this time. "Thanks, Draco."

"Now go get 'em," he said.

HARRY'S POV

I was thinking about Amy. As I rode on the back of the Thestral alongside Hermione, Ron, Neville, Ginny, and Luna, I couldn't help but have her on my mind. She wasn't in the hallway when we left. That was explainable, of course, because Umbridge had found us, but she hadn't been dragged in by the Inquisitorial Squad either. And she didn't seem like the kind of girl to run off.

I shook my head, trying to rid my head of the thoughts. I had brief flashbacks of Hermione and Ron telling me that she wasn't on our side, that she was infiltrating us, that she was a Death Eater. I felt butterflies in my stomach.

She was good. She was our friend. She had to be.

AMY'S POV

"Ready, Amelia?" my father said.

I faced him. Beneath my mask, my face was contorted into a grimace of worry. My mind was completely closed to ward off any intrusions from Father. I didn't want him, or anyone, knowing that I was more nervous about this than anything I've ever had to do in my life.

"Of course, who do you think I am?" I said, getting rid of the tremor in my voice. "I've been waiting for this my whole life."

"That's my girl," he said, a hint of a smile on his face. He turned to all of the Death Eaters. "Go. Your mission is to get the Prophecy concerning myself and the boy. Kill him if you need to. If you don't, then I will show up later to finish the job. Just make sure you retrieve the prophecy. That is the most important objective at the moment. And protect my daughter. If I find out that she has been hurt in anyway as a result of your stupid behavior, there will be no end to your suffering. Now GO."

HARRY'S POV

We ran through the ministry, all cramming into an elevator. From my dream during the Quidditch match, I knew exactly where I was trying to go. I pressed the buttons in the elevator frantically, wasting no time at all. Sirius was in danger, and we needed to find him soon.

"Department of Mysteries," the elevator voice said. I made eye contact with everyone in the group before stepping out of the elevator and staring down the hallway.

In front of me stood that one door that had haunted my dreams at night for the past year. I took a deep breath and began walking towards it.

I couldn't help but keep Amy in my mind, just a little.

AMY'S POV

The Death Eaters and I stood in front of Malfoy Manor. Lucius and I made eye contact quickly. He was the only one who I counted as anything close to a friend. He practically raised me. This was a life or death mission, so in what could be the final moments of my life, I found myself caring about his survival, as well as the rest of his family.

I took a deep breath and looked forward. A few moments went by, and we all Disapparated.

Seconds later, we were in the Department of Mysteries. In front of us were rows and rows of shelves, all with strange looking glass orbs on them. These were the prophecies, each one with a special meaning. There was only one in here that we cared about - the one about my father and Harry Potter. We didn't know where it was, only Potter knew that.

So we waited. The final battle was about to begin.