The Call of the Dark

A Message From Voldermort

                "You know that you're one of us now." Diane George states as she combs the hair of Ava George with a combing charm she found in a nearby spellbook. Ava, a blonde, 5th year that just found out that she has been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. With a hint of hopefullness in her voice, "Maybe you'll even take after your big cousin Draco." Diane continued, "I'll take you and Amber down to diagon alley to pick up your things." Ava spoke, "I have a question mother." Diane made a sound of mhmm or a grunt of getting out the kinks of Ava's hair. Ava spoke with caution, "Do you think I can go with my friend to FLOREAN FORTESCUE'S ICE CREAM PARLOUR?" Diane asked, "What friend?" Ava took a deep breath, "Hermione Granger."  Diane droped her brush in shock. Ava thought that she most likely went too far. She knew that her mother hated "mud-bloods", it was a term used to describe non-wizard parents. 

Ava hated that word but, she came from a paticually evil family who worshiped Lord Voldermort, a dark wizard that was the most powerfull of all...until Harry Potter killed him. The family has been yearning to find a new lord or dark magic. The family is looking down at the younger part of the family to take the place of the once worshiped dark lord. Diane pressures Ava to fill in the spot but, Ava had other intentions. Paticuarly good ones. After 40 seconds of silence, Diane finnaly spoke, "You know I love you right?" Ava nodded her head. Diane continued with a shaking in her voice, "So you know what I have to do to protect you from yourself?" Ava slowly nodded her head with tears welling up in her eyes. Ava slowly stood up and the mother brought up her hand and slapped Ava across the face letting out a quiet wimper. "ARE YOU MAD?!" Diane shouted. Diane yelled, "You are a disgrace to the family, you should be ashamed! A MUDBLOOD FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" Ava walked away slowly to her room. Her mother calls after, "YOU'RE LUCKY YOU HAVE A MOTHER WHO LOVES AND CARES ABOUT YOU!"

Today was the day that Ava was done. She was done of being hit and being a dissapointment. She suddenly felt a strong yearning to do something terrible. Then it hit her, a burst of light shown through her room hitting her right on the head. She started screaming. Atlast, the pain hit her. A chilling, booming  voice crept among her, "You are chosen little girl, to be chosen to fill in my glorious spot of being the most powerfull dark wizard...for I am the Dark Lord!" The Dark Lord?! How could it be? The Dark Lord was killed. Yet, he was in her room this very moment. As the large, cold room went back to it's dimly lit state, Ava thought she was going mad. She climbed back into the bed and shook the event out from her head. She was definatly going mad. "Mother?" She called into the hall, there was no answer. She came downstairs by one foot at a time, waiting for her mother to jump out at her from behind. Yet...she didn't. Suspicous but tired, Ava walked to the gigantic kitchen. She never really knew how grand her house was from others. Ava was different than the rest of her family. She never was cruel to anyone, was very humble and thankfull. Unlike her sister Amber, she was very kind-hearted and intelligent. She found her mother at the table fast asleep. She lightly shook her mother. Diane woke up with an arrupt start. Her face slowly turned purple, "WHAT...DO...YOU...WANT...CHILD?!" Ava started stammering, "I went to bed but then- Voldemort -light- then- he-gone!" Diane shouted, "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING AVA?!" Ava shouted, "VOLDERMORT WANTS ME TO BE HIS NEXT APRENTACE!" Diane froze and looked at Ava with a smile slowly widening. Diane yelled with glee, "Oh why didn't you just say so! I knew this day would come, eventually SOMEONE would recognize the potental of my daughters!"

Ava was confused. Why was her mom acting like this was normal. Did she understand what this means? Was she ready to take responsibility of being a powerfull dark wizard?