Rhapsody of a Veela

Part 38 -Truth

The effect of the forbidden Imperius curse hit you in an instant, it calmed you down somehow. Your silver lime wand slipped right out of the weakened grasp of your hand, and all your fears and worries washed away to somewhere so distant there was not a single care in your world. The darkness that loomed around you no longer felt threatening at all, in fact you felt rather hopeful about it all. Despite the wand that lay at your feet, and despite the mysterious dark wizard that had taken George's shape before you.

He stepped closer to you, picked up your wand and caressed it with his fingers before he looked back at you menacingly,

"You're quite lucky you don't look anything like your old man" he smirked, "That you don't got his nose... or lack thereof.."

He had found out the truth after you threatened him last time. You had told him the Dark Lord may give him gold, but he'd never let him live to spend a sickle of it.

"But then again, 'suppose the genetics of a Veela mother really can work wonders like that, eh?"

As he circled you like some sort of animal before its prey, you felt something call out to you from deep within, but it was like a voice so faint and far away that you could not make anything out.

"Anyhow, so as it happens Bellatrix Lestrange would very much like you dead and buried, and as we now know you are far more valuable alive... seeing as you're quite a threat to someone who considers themselves the closest ally to the Dark Lord.."

"But killing you seems like a bad investment, and I've grown quite fond of you" he whispered too close to your neck, brushing your silver hair behind your ear.

"So naturally, I decided to blackmail her. It's proven itself to be quite profitable since we last met... and the Dark Lord, well it seems to me he wants you to stay right where you are at the moment"

You tried to concentrate on the whispering voice you heard from so far away, it felt distressing the longer you focused on it and the waves of the most wonderful euphoria now seemed to crash onto the surface of melancholia. You closed your eyes, you were still pinned to the spot you were at. Unable to move even a muscle, unable to speak a word unless he wanted you to.

"I would not get too relaxed however, Lestrange is a cunning woman, I'm sure she'll find someway else to get rid of you.."

You could hear her clearly now, the voice of a woman calling out to you distraught. Telling you to focus, snap out of the spell your mind was put under and escape. She sounded so familiar, and yet you did not know her at all.

"I advise you to stay inside the castle at all times...especially during full-moon's like today... I don't trust that Lestrange woman, she's quite desperate now that she knows how easily she can be cast aside" the wizard in George's polyjuiced-guise continued, his eyes studying your face as if he could tell that his control was slipping.

"So until we meet again, love, I'd watch my back if I were you" he whispered disturbingly tenderly, then flicked his wand and stepped a few feet back, giving you a strangely theatrical bow before he disapparated into thin air.

You dropped to your knees. The forbidden Imperius curse slipped away from your mind completely, along with all the comfort it had unexpectedly brought you. Now you were just sitting there on the bare cold ground, shaking like a sick child. It started raining from the dark skies above you, and the shrieks of the ravens could be heard in the distance. The shock of it all made you feel unable to even get up, your body still tense from the brief loss of control.

At that moment a figure appeared in the distance, hooded by their Hogwarts robe you could not tell who it was at first. By the time he had reached you, you had slipped into unconsciousness by the mere stress of it all.