The American Wizard

Love, Death, & Pain

It was a stand-off, and I still raised my wand at her, contemplating. In my mind, I have doubts... what if he planned it all from the beginning at the behest of his dark lord? What if this was a trap to separate me and my friends so they could finally take out an annoying pest? What if... what if my mother never truly cared? All those doubts clouded my judgment; I wanted revenge. I wanted to avenge my dad, but still, what if it was the truth? I don't even know anymore. The point is, they got me where they want.

"No more tricks and lies... not from me or you two... just the truth." I told them before, lowering my wand as Lance gave a pleasant sigh

"Thank you, (Y/n)." Lance smiled gratefully

"Doesn't mean I fully trust you two, don't get me wrong."

"Right, right. (Y/n), I will speak at her behest before she says anything as... You would lash out on her for the pain you went through." Lance said, trying to be a mediator.

I just nodded while glaring at the woman in the metal mask, whom I called mother.

"(Y/n), words cannot express how sad she is to see you here." He said as I raised an eyebrow at her.

"She didn't want this life for you."

"Then why all the gifts?"

"It was before she was tasked to murder your father."

"Tasked?" I asked curiously as Lance sighed deeply before telling me.

"Our mother, is a spy, working for Dumbledore." he revealed, shocking me as he continued

"How do you know all this?"

"She told me all of it... in hopes of telling you this."

"Right, so... my mom's a spy for Dumbledore, what's next?"

"She volunteered to spy on Lord Voldemort, but of course, he was suspicious of her. The Kempfs were despised by all Slytherins for being different then the others. The Kempfs, despite being always full-blood, never look down on anyone, respect all, but still have traits of a Slytherin, of course." He stopped to breathe before continuing

"Voldemort made her go through special trials just for her; others were simply let in. Her first task was to kill ten muggles in any way she wanted. She did so with no hesitation, but unbeknownst to those who observed her actions, she only killed criminals that day. The second task was to steal a shipment of wands from Ollivander. Finally, she came to the third and final task." he stopped before continuing

"The third task, Voldemort never told her anything... all he did was give her coordinates. When she arrived and realized too late, the Dark Lord had found her home, ransacked it, and took her family hostage... There were two Death Eaters there, and now, she has a choice... kill her husband, the famous Jason Bryce, or kill her son..." he paused, letting me know who she picked that day.

My hatred for her just washed away, replaced by guilt and sorrow... the love of her life, or the son she cherished dearly.

"There's also one more thing I need to tell you, brother." Lance said as I looked at him.

"The Dark Lord has found where your family lives, he knows where you live now, and he's planning to kill them all." He said

I was visibly shaken with rage as my hands turned into fists, as my breathing hastened, and my ears rang, blocking out external noises before my body instinctively moved on its own. I exit the room and into the MoM entrance hall to see Voldemort fighting Dumbledore in an intense spell clash.