Granddaughter of Voldemort Book 2

Chapter 8: Atlantia

Meeting Blaise's parents or stepfather and mother was one of the most stressful things I have ever done. I don't know why I was so nervous but it might have been because this was the first time I truly cared if someone liked me. I was dating their son or stepson, in Benjamin's case, so I would always be connected to them and they had the choice to either allow my relationship to continue or destroy it. However, I noticed a tension between Blaise and his mother and I wondered what it was. Blaise never talked to me about his family that much other than that he didn't really know who his birth father was.

When Benjamin finally stopped the car, we were far outside the city in a private piece of land. Mrs. Zabini owned a pretty large sized manor that was obviously smaller than the Malfoy's but still very dramatic in it's own right. Mrs. Zabini led us inside and when we stepped inside, gave her coat to a house elf before turning to us.

"Make yourselves at home. Dinner will be at 7 so I will see you there. Blaise your room is exactly the same as you left it and you can lead Atlantia to her room which is the one adjacent to yours." Mrs. Zabini said with a smile before turning and walking down a hallway with Benjamin on her heel. I turn to Blaise who gives me a apologetic smile.

"Do you want me to put your bag in your room and I can meet you in the garden? I can show you the garden before dinner." Blaise offered. It sounded nice so I agreed. He smiled and told me to head through that hallway and the door at the end of it will lead me to the garden. He grabbed my bag and gestured for me to walk to the garden so I do.

The garden was very pretty and was sort of what I expected from what I have seen of Mrs. Zabini manor. The bushes were all cleanly cut looking very professional with the flowers placed in the right areas for them to look like they belonged while giving them enough sunlight for them to grow. There was a small patio section in the center of the garden with small cute white benches. North of the patio down a path is a small white circle pavilion with a swing hanging from its roof. I made my way to the swing and sat down in it and began to lightly swing enjoying the peaceful image in front of me.

"Wow I didn't think you would ever find peace again." I hear an unknown voice speak. I jerk toward the voice and saw figure sitting on one of the benches in the patio sections. The figure had thick purple flesh that was filled with muscles. He had armored boots, a skirt that was woven together with bones, and a breastplate that held the murky faces of old monsters I faced. His helmet was had no discernable shape and was made of twisted rock and metal. The worst was his face which could only be described as pure darkness.

"Tartarus," I say stopping the swing, "You truly here or this is a projected image of you?"

"Well, both are true." He said pushing himself off the bench and beginning to walk down the path toward me, "This is a projected image but it doesn't mean I can't hurt you." I stand summoning a double-edged spear to my hand.

"Are we going to begin round 2 right now?" I say prepping my weapon, "Because I don't think you will win if you fight me right now."

"I know." Tartarus said stopping a little bit away from me, "But it doesn't mean I don't want to have some fun. I heard about your fight with your Granddad. Glad to know evil runs on both sides of your family."

"Just means I have experience taking out the trash in my family." I taunt at him. Tartarus's face darkens even more which I didn't think was possible before he unleashed some dark spikes at me. I called on the wind and pushed the spikes away from me. I quickly summon multiple throwing knives and launch them at Tartarus one after the other. He stopped them before each one impaled him. As he was distracted with the knives I sent a shockwave at him and he couldn't stop it so he was sent flying. He lands on his back but recovers quickly. Tartarus growls at me as he turns the area around me dark. Shadows covered me blocking my vision so I couldn't see him. I take deep breaths as I try to sense where he was but before I could, I feel something hit me and send me flying into the swing. I groan as I take control of my powers and push the shadows away and see Tartarus gone but the garden still held the destruction that the fight left.