~Where dwell the brave at heart, their daring, nerve and chivalry sets a Gryffindor apart~
What if there was another prophecy made? It talked about a girl destined to the with the chosen one.
Regulus Arcturus Black. His name was forgotten, his dee...
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The cellar was dark and cold. Her hands burned as she slowly regained consciousness, not wanting to open her eyes because it felt as if her head would explode into tiny little pieces.
Cordelia panted as she remembered the past events.
After Narcissa had brought Cordelia over to the Malfoy Manor, she wasescorted into the cellar downstairs. It had been a week. A weekof no food and waterbut her only comfort for that whole week was that she had not yet been dragged to meet thedarkLord. It was as if she wasbeing kept in the dark. She didn't hear any sounds except the occasional cackle of laughter and cheers of Dumbledore’s death. Narcissa had come downstairs with food and waterbut she was caught red handed by none other than Bellatrix. Who threatened to report it to the darkLord, buthadn'tyet. Cordelia felt helpless, she was conflictedbetween trying to runaway or wait for Voldemort. When the day arrivedwhen Voldemort called for Cordelia, she felt weak. It was his plan, to weaken her and then face her. Or that is what she told herself.
She was dragged upstairsby Peter Pettigrew, whom she had reminded countless timesthat Sirius and Remus weremissing him dearly and wanted to meet him and repay their debt. There stood indark robes a snake like man with red eyes and a humongoussnakeslitheringaround his shoulders. He was as terrifying as Harry had described him. But his auradidn't seem the sameanymore. Not afterreading into his past. There were a handful of his followers present. Severus Snape was one of them.
"This is her" his voice was icy when he spoke as he acknowledged Cordelia. Theyoung Black had her hands tiedbehind her back as she stoodin front ofthe Dark Lord. Shecould see her godmother eyeing her with worry, her hand steadilyon her own wand inher hand.
"Yes my lord" Severus drawled as he nodded, not meetinganyone's eye as hestaredstraight ahead at his Lord.