Over the next few weeks, I was attached to Voldemort like glue. Wherever he went, I was there with him. I hated it.
I could only leave him if he told me I could, or if i had to hunt. This time, we were hiding out at the Malfoy manner and he told me to take a walk with the Malfoy's child, Draco, through their garden.
We were silent as we passed dead flowers and plants. I was so lost in my own thoughts that I did not realize he had said something until he said my name.
"What?" I asked, dazed.
"How could you do it?" he asked.
"How could I do what?"
"Fall in love with him," he said. "The Dark Lord?"
"I didn't know that he was such a monster," I answered.
"When did you realize it?"
"He had done some research and found out who and where his father was. He found him, too. He came to talk to me about it, said he wanted to go meet him. I asked if he wanted me to go with him, but he said no." I shook my head. "God, I should have gone with him. Then I found out that he had killed his father and his grandparents through the local paper. It turns out I grew up in his dad's home town. Headline Riddles found dead of no cause.
"When I confronted him, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me against the wall. He said, 'Are you accusing me of murder?' and I said, 'No, I'm just asking you very nicely if you did it.'"
"Why would he want to kill his father?"
"His father was a muggle."
Draco stopped. "The Dark Lord's a half-blood?"
"Yup," I sighed, then stopped. I could hear footfalls behind us.
"Clearwater!" It was Wormtail. I sighed.
He came to a stop in front of us. "The Dark Lord wants you immediately."
"I do not know."
"Okay," i said reluctantly, and I started to follow him. He led me to a room and closed the door behind me.
As I turned to scan the room, I felt string too familiar arms around around my waist and a voice at my ear. "Hello, my love."
I turned in Voldemort's arms and jumped out of him arms as if I'd been struck.
It was Voldemort... as he looked the day I died.
|Teresa Palmer||as Clair|