I was standing just outside the door of my dorm looking on the floor while trying to find the proper words that could be used for me to say goodbye one more time to ginger. It hurt, it really did! But the thought of us finding a way to be together in the future was what gave me hope at that moment, and hope was one thing that I really needed more than anything at times like these
I heard him sigh silently before I felt his free hand that wasn't holding mine grabbing gently my chin and making me look at him
Percy: Believe me Ottie, I don't want to say goodbye either, but we have to, at least for now
He said, truly meaning his words, and I nodded, knowing that there wasn't anything we could do to prevent those hurtful goodbyes. Since I would walk into my dorm room, I won't be able to see ginger for Merlin knows how long, and it hurt like shit
Percy: I kind of have a plan on how to get you out of there, and before you start asking any questions, I want you to know that I am not going to answer any of them even if I want to
He said, and I looked at him confused. What plan? And why I wasn't supposed to find out about it?
Percy: All you have to do is promise me that you won't draw any bad attention to yourself, and you will act like you are fond of the entire idea!
He said, and I became even more confused by his words trying to understand what he was trying to say
Y/n: What are you talking about?
I asked and he sighed looking at the floor again
Percy: Just promise me that you will pretend you are happy with the whole marriage idea until we get you out of there
Y/n: What do you mean-
I asked, interrupting him, but he stopped me from asking any more questions while putting his hand on my mouth and then looked at me with a pleading look
Percy: Just promise me that you will act the act
He said, and that was the moment I realised that I had no other choice than to agree to his request and do as he asked me to even if I didn't know what he was planning, it seemed like I had to wait to find out
Y/n: Fine I promise that I won't draw any attention to myself and I act like I am happy even if I am not
I said, and I stayed loyal to my words
When I graduated from college with flying colours I had to return to a place that didn't feel like home anymore, but I had no other choice than to return to a place where all it gave me was sadness. It was a few days after my return when the news of what happened at the final task of the Triwizard Tournament was finally published in the Daily Prophet
''Cedric Diggory is dead and The boy who lived makes up that You-know-who has returned!''
That was the title of every single newspaper I received the last week. There is no way that it was true! My old friend had died at the hands of the darkest wizard of all time! There is no way that there was any truth to it! It was a lie, a sick lie. That was what I kept saying to myself every single time I read the articles, and a part of me wanted to believe Fudge saying that Harry was lying, but the other one knew that Harry was indeed saying the truth.
My thoughts were proven to be correct when one day, while I was sitting in my bed with my eyes scanning the newest newspaper pages, I heard my name being called by my mother's voice asking me to join her in the living room. I put the paper on my bedside table while my instinct was telling me that something awful was happening on the floor under me, but I had no choice but to stand up and head downstairs. When I finally finished the last step of the staircases, I came across my mother standing outside my father's office looking at the opposite wall with an unhappy look on her face and her head resting against the white-painted wall next to the large wooden doors while looking lost in her thoughts. I cleared my throat quietly and her head immediately snapped my way before a fake smile appeared on her face, making it clear to me that something was indeed wrong
Narcissa: Your father wants to talk to you
She said with an unsure look on her face while pointing at the doors, I looked at her confused before I nodded with a bit of hesitation building inside me. I walked towards the doorstep and knocked on the door before I heard an unfamiliar voice telling me to enter. I looked at my mother who was standing a few meters away, and she signed for me to enter the room, and that is what I did even if my feeling was telling me not to. I entered the big room while closing the door behind me to find my father and Flint standing next to the chair of the large desk. I couldn't see the person who was sitting in the leather chair because they had his or her back turned to me and was looking out of the window at my mother's beautiful garden.
?: It is an honor for me to meet the newest Malfoy
The unfamiliar voice said, and Flint signed for me with his hand to come closer to them. I hesitated, not moving for a minute until the voice spoke again
?: Don't be afraid young Malfoy I don't bite, Nagini might, but I won't hurt you if you don't make me to
The voice said, and I started walking towards the leather sofa taking a seat and facing the chair in front of me before it started turning towards me slowly. I felt my heart drop when I came across a face I had only seen in books and newspapers and the two well-known red eyes that every wizard in the world was scared of
Lord Voldemort
I felt my hand grab the pillow that was next to me in fear, regretting the fact that I left my wand in my room while my eyes hadn't lost the eye contact that I was making with the Dark Lord whom no one believed he was back. He was petting a snake that was sitting in his lap and I shallowed in fear while knowing who I was looking at
Y/n: What do you want for me?
I said with pure disgust in my voice and a smile appeared on his face
Voldemort: Well, I thought your father had already informed you about it! Didn't you tell your daughter Lucius?
He said looking at my father who was taken aback by his question and my eyes fell on him too
Y/n: Tell me what?
I asked, my eyes not leaving my father's figure. He looked scared and opened his mouth to say something but immediately closed it again and looked at the floor
Voldemort: Well, every generation of the Malfoy family had the honour to become a deatheater and I believe that it is time for the youngest one to join also
He said, and I felt my eyes widen at his words, not believing what he was saying. My father was planning to make me a horrible copy of him and make me a murderer like he was without my knowing. And then he wonders why I hate him
Y/n: Sorry to break this to you, but I am not interested in joining your little killing club
I said, not regretting any of my words, and my father's eyes snapped in my direction in fear, realising that I had spoken back at the darkest wizard of all time, but I didn't care. My father took his eyes off me and looked at the Dark lord, who looked surprised by my words
Lucius: She is not meaning it, my Lord. She is indeed very happy to join you
He said, and Voldemort smiled before he pointed with his finger at the door
Voldemort: Let me speak to Miss Malfoy alone for a minute
He said, and both the eyes of my father's and Flint's widened at the same time before Flint turned to the dark lord with a pleading look
Marcus: My lord I can ensure you that my fiancé didn't mean any of her words, she is just in pure shock that's it
He said, but Voldemort didn't hear them and just picked up his wand, and with a movement of his wand he threw them both out of the room while locking the door. I looked at the locked door in horror while starting to regret my words before he stood up and walked towards me
Voldemort: So tell me Y/n, how is the Weasley boy doing?
He asked, taking a seat next to me.I looked at him in horror and anger at the mention of Percy's name
Y/n: Don't bring Percy into this
I said looking at him with anger building inside me and all the fear I had started to disappear
Voldemort: But you care about him, don't you? Your feelings for him are so strong that you would even die for that blood traitor, wouldn't you?
He asked with an evil smile on his face, but I didn't answer, even if I knew that what he said was indeed true. I just looked on the floor and at the little pink paper ring on my finger
Voldemort: Well, I will put it, this was for you! You join my- how did you call it-? Oh yeah, my little killing club, or he dies! It is your choice, Y/n!
He said looking at me with his evil red eyes before he grabbed my bracelet with the little heart on it from my wrist and stood up
Y/n: Wait, what are you doing?
I asked confused while looking at him walking around the room while playing the bracelet in his fingers with his familiar evil smile on his face
Voldemort: That is a pretty bracelet indeed, but too bad you won't be needing it anymore
He said, throwing it at the ground before he stepped on it, completely destroying it. I felt my heart break into pieces while looking at the destroyed bracelet on the floor. I immediately fell on my knees while taking it in my hands with tears filling up my eyes. My last chance of communicating with ginger was gone, it was entirely gone
Voldemort: You have until your wedding day to make your decision
He said, exiting the room and leaving me sitting on the floor with the bracelet in my hands and a broken sob leaving my mouth. What was I going to do?