"I am your father and Bellatrix Lestrange is your mother. Daliah Crouch-Lestrange is your real name. he said. Bellatrix Lestrange. That woman is insane. She's in Azkaban for the torture of Neville's parents. "I don't believe you." I said. "Why would I lie to you right now?" he asked. My silence was his answer. "When Bellatrix and I were caught and sent to Azkaban, your birth was covered up by my father. Vile old man he was, Glad I killed him." he spat. There was a lump in my throat as I spoke. "You killed him?" I asked. "Yes," he said casually. More tears fell down my cheeks. My hands were trembling. Was he going to kill me? Why would he tell me this? He wouldn't let me know all this if he was going to let me go. He was going to kill me. "After it was covered up, you were adopted by those fags in the order." he said in a disgusted tone. "Don't talk about my dads like that!" I yelled.
He slapped me across the face, hard. My head whipped to the side and my cheek swelled up. "I'm your father!" he screamed. "Why are you telling me this? If you are going to kill me, just do it." I said. He smirked. "I don't want to kill you. I want you to join me." he said. He showed me his arm again. "You are the child of 2 powerful death eaters. This is your legacy. You will join me or I suppose yes, I will kill you." he said. I shook my head. "Unfortunately for you, you don't know me very well. I would love nothing more than for you to kill me." I said. He didn't look shocked.
"Ah little girl, I know what you are thinking." he said. Now I was confused. "You think I don't know? I know what that man did to you." he said. My face fell and I wanted to be sick. "Lupin and McGonagall talk about how worried they are. How you've changed. I watched the Malfoy boy pull you out of the lake that night too." he said. My eyes widened.
"Let me rephrase this for you..." he said. He stepped closer and pointed his wand at me.
"Either you take the mark and serve the Dark Lord or I will use every death eater I know to torture your body and your mind until they drive you mad. Only when you either beg for the mark or die of plain insanity will it end. Care to change your mind?" he asked. I shook my head.
I will never take the mark. He's my father. He wouldn't actually hurt me, right?
"Fine." he scoffed. He pressed his wand to my temple and spoke. "Legilimens," he said.
He entered my mind and found the memories. Those memories. Then he spoke again.
"Crucio" he said. The physical torture mixed with the mental torture and I screamed.
"I like playing with lovely girls like you, why don't we have some fun?" "Get off me" "Help Please!" Hot breath on my neck. I felt his grip on my wrists. "Please get off!" Tears streamed down my face. The sound of my dress being ripped open. "Don't fight it, you'll only make this harder on yourself" "Theo! Help!" The sound of his grunts and the wood biting into my hips. I could feel him tearing through me and the pain was overwhelming. "Help!" I screamed.
The spell broke but only for a moment. I was sweating and tears streamed down my cheeks.
"Legilimens, Crucio," he said. This time, it was the same physical pain but different memories.
No epiphany. I'll miss cigarettes. Goodbye Harry. Cold water. Goodbye dads. Cold water. Goodbye Theo. Cold water. No air in my lungs. My head is about to explode. Darkness.
Then the spell broke. My head hung limp and sweat dripped down my neck. Tears fell down my cheeks and hair hung in my face. Crouch grabbed my chin and lifted my head up. I fought to keep my eyes open. "Will you take the dark mark and se-" he started. Then he grabbed his head. Legilimency. "I'll give you until I get back to decide," he said. He went into the room and when he came back he was Professor Moody again. Then he dragged my chair into the other room. He conjured a cloth and tied it in my mouth to gag me. He walked over to the door and stopped. "You are my daughter so I don't want to have to torture you but I will. I suggest you make the right decision." he said. Then he walked out and shut the door. I screamed and fought and tried to get free but I couldn't. I was trapped and there was no escape.
I tried to keep my eyes open but it all started to fade. Then it all went dark.
I was woken up to the sound of voices. I recognized Moody. I listened closer and heard the other person. "It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams." the voice said. Harry.
The voice was Harry's. I tried to scream or talk but it came out as a muffled noise. So I listened.
"I don't think I said anything about a graveyard Professor." Harry said. Silence. No. No. No.
"Harry! Harry, help!" I screamed. It was muffled but he heard it. "Who was that?" he said. I heard someone shaking the door handle and he opened it. His face dropped and he ran over. "Anna!" he exclaimed. He dropped in front of me and tried to undo the ropes. "What is this?!" Harry exclaimed as he pulled the gag from my mouth. I coughed a little and licked my dry lips.
"Harry, it's him- he's Crouch. He used Polyjuice Potion and-" I started. The Polyjuice Potion wore off again and Crouch walked in the room pointing his wand at me and Harry. Harry yanked the ropes off and I stood up. He pulled me behind him and held my hand.
"Marvelous creatures dragons? Aren't they?" Crouch mocked. Harry and I backed up. "Where's your wand?" I whispered as he ranted on and on about how he got Harry to the last task. "I don't have it." he whispered. "Huh?!" Moody yelled. "It was you from the beginning, wasn't it?" Harry asked. He looked at Crouch in anger. "You put my name in the Goblet, you did it all-" he said. "He killed his father too." I said. "Your grandfather was pathetic!" he yelled. Harry looked at me.
"What?" he said. "Yes, I'm her father. Her real father. Not those disgraceful faggots." he spat. "Shut up!" I yelled. He jerked his wand in my face. "Is that true Anna?" he asked. "I-I don't know." I said. "She knows it's true. She just won't admit it to herself. Ask your faggot fake fathers. If you can get them to stop lying about it, they'll tell you it's me." he said. I blinked back more tears.
Harry squeezed my hand. "You ended up in that graveyard because it was meant to be."
"Imagine how he'll reward me when he learns I've silenced Harry Potter once and for all." he said. "No!" I yelled. I stepped in front of Harry. "If you kill him, I'll never take the mark." I said. He pointed his wand at us. "Spare him and I'll do it. I'll take the mark." I said. "Maybe I-" he started.
"Expelliarmus!" The door burst open and Crouch was thrown back. Dumbledore, Snape and my dads ran in. Harry pulled me back behind him. "Severus," Dumbledore said. He poured a liquid down his throat and Crouch coughed. "Do you know who I am?" he asked. "Albus Dumbledore." he said. "Where is Alastor Moody? The real Alastor Moody?" he asked. He gestured to a large trunk. Harry and I watched from the corner as they opened it. "Are you alright Alastor?" Sirius said. "I'm sorry" he called out. "We'll get you out of there." Dumbledore said. They walked over to Crouch and pointed their wands at him. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he said. Harry showed his bloody arm and the tattoo was swirling on his arm. "You know what this means right, he's back... Lord Voldemort is back." he said. "Send an owl to Azkaban, I think they'll find their missing a prisoner." Dumbledore said. "I'll be welcomed back like a hero," he said. "Perhaps, personally I've never had much time for a hero." Dumbledore said as he pulled Harry out. Snape, Remus and Sirius kept their wands trained on him.
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"Think about what I said little girl, it's your legacy. You were born for-" he started. "Silencio" Sirius yelled. His mouth moved but nothing came out. Remus and Sirius looked at me. I suppose they hoped they could still lie to me. Comforting that my murdering death eater father is more honest with me than them. How could they lie to me about this? I deserved to know about my life and they lied. They made up some story. They even showed me pictures of them. Did they really show me pictures of some random people? That's fucked up. Almost as fucked up as my real father torturing me and forcing me to relive the memories of my rape and attempted sucicide.
"You're too late. I know everything." I said. Then I walked out.
