Death Eaters Daughter

05

The next few days passed by in a blur spent reading in my room or the library that I'd stumbled upon, venturing out into the large expanse of land that surrounded the house with Scorpius and slowly but surely bonding with our father. As of now, Scorpius and I sat perched within a tree, the large branch that we sat on steady enough to hold the both of us, the same dark washed jeans that I wore mirrored by his own.

"Don't you have any other shirts?" I asked, gesturing towards the same white t-shirt that he'd been wearing over the last three days.

He glanced down at the shirt lazily before trailing his grey eyes over my clothes, "Don't you have any other shirts? You've been wearing that band t-shirt every day so far."

I looked down at the band t-shirt that I'd bought in the Muggle world, the light grey Guns and Roses shirt something I'd seen while we'd been walking around the large shopping centre. I'd then dragged Scorpius into the store with me as I went and bought it, him grumbling the entire time, "It's comfortable," I replied.

"And that's why I'm wearing the same shirt," He says, smiling.

Silence fell after he'd spoken, the both of us content to just sit up in this tree as we watched the birds fly overhead, the river babbling softly along the side of us as it swept around the property's borders. I turned my head away from the grassy hillside, turning to watch Scorpius as my eyebrows furrowed in thought, "Scorpius," I uttered quietly.

He turned his head towards me, grey eyes studying my face as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Yeah?"

"Do you think he's been acting strange?"

He turned his head back towards the hillside, his gaze upon the house in the distance, "Strange how?" He asks, looking back towards me.

"He's been quiet, more so than usual," I say.

Scorpius ran his fingers through his hair as he leant his head back into the trunk of the tree, "He's probably got a lot on his mind, don't worry too much about it, Lysia."

I sighed in frustration, "Enough on his mind to practically beg me to leave if he asked, or to hide wherever he asked me to?"

I watched as he leant forward, head-turning to face me with surprise written all over his face, "He told you?"

"You mean, did he tell me that the dark lord wants me, to either keep me captive or to kill me?" I say, levelling his gaze with my own.

"Do you know why he wants you, Lysia?" Scorpius uttered lowly, grey eyes darkening in poorly restrained anger.

I shrugged my shoulders because what could I say? He hadn't told me why the dark lord wanted me beside the fact that it had something to do with a prophecy, he'd merely begged me to promise him that I'd leave both himself and Scorpius if he was right. To run and hide when he asked, not even allowing me to run with my brother, my twin.

"No," I uttered quietly, my thundery grey eyes locked on the house in the distance to avoid the stare that burnt into me from Scorpius's gaze.

I heard him scoff from beside me, a cold drawn-out silence the only indication from him that what I'd just said had gotten under his skin. I sat there, deathly quiet as I continued to stare at the house upon the hill, waiting for him to say anything--to tell me anything. And, when he didn't. I couldn't help but scoff as the anger I felt grew so, I did the one thing I knew how to do best.

I walked away.

I swiftly climbed down the tree, almost like I'd been doing it my entire life and not just over these past few days. I could hear Scorpius huff in annoyance as I reached the bottom of the tree but I didn't bother looking up at him, still perched in the tree without a care in the world. He only decided to speak once he saw me start walking away, realising that I was being serious.