𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

79

I was in the Arambella House, for the first time in years, the scenario wasn't the empty, cold and grey walls of Azkaban. The woody walls covered in ripped portraits of the noble Arambella family were dusty and spotted with dry blood. The coldness pierced my body, gripping my bones as I walked through the dark corridors to what it used to be before the living room.

She was there. As she always was.

"Lili, baby," Circe murmured with her snake-like sharp voice, looking at me with her black dark eyes. She wasn't wearing the attire she was obligated to wear at Azkaban, instead, her lanky and skeletal figure was hugged by an expensive black dress. The same one she was using the day she was caught.

I rolled my eyes, already fed up with her.

"Can't you leave me a single fucking dream alone, mother?"

She arched one of her eyebrows and the corners of her lips twisted in a malevolous smirk.

"Oh, you pretentious girl," she tutted, approaching me. The sunlight entered through the enormous window, making the shadows in her bony face sharper, giving her a deadly look. "Thought I had taught you some manners. What way of greeting mommy is that?"

"You don't deserve anything from me, Circe."

"No, Lili. You are the one who doesn't deserve anything from me," she murmured with her calm tone, standing right in front of me. "But you're my daughter after all, and what kind of mom would I be if I didn't try with all my strength to bring you back to me?"

"We already had this conversation, mother," I crossed my arms in front of my chest, looking away from her and trying to stay firm. "I'm not joining you, no matter what you do. The only place where I'd be going with you is to Hell."

"I have done everything for you. I sacrifice myself for you. I became a criminal for you."

"For me? How dare you, you fucking selfish bitch? You became the criminal you are today because of your thirst for revenge against Ares. Not for me."

Her face became more dismal when she heard my father's name and I could have sworn she had her eyes watered.

"Don't mention his name in my presence, Lili," she remained calm, but I knew her, she was swallowing her own pain. "I did what I did because I didn't want you to be like me. I joined the fool of Riddle because even though his blood is polluted too, he was the only one who offered me a good future for you, away from the mudbloods and the muggles, and the only one who gave me the possibility to revenge myself from that homewrecker."

"You've found him?" I asked, feeling the sorrow drive through my veins.

"No, Lili, but I will. I promise you I will," she smirked again. "But you, oh, my baby, your blood was polluted too, too much for me to save you. I should have known the moment I saw your green eyes looking just like his. I tried to, Merlin knows I tried to make you the perfect weapon for the Dark Lord, to make you my revengeful angel...and I would have made it if the stupid Order of the Phoenix and the pollution in your blood hadn't stopped me."

"If I'm polluted then so are you. Have you forgotten you are a Halfblood too, Circe?"

She tilted her head to the right as if she couldn't believe what I was telling her.

"I know, but unlike you, I am purifying myself by joining the Dark Lord and repenting from my mistakes. You're so quick to detach yourself from me, Lili, but we aren't so different after all. I fell in love with a muggle but you were even worse," she giggled, swallowing hard at the memory of my father. "You fell in love with a blood traitor. How low of you, baby."