(1) 𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄 | d. m

Chapter forty-eight

This can't be happening.

I can't be—

I'm not—

There has to be another explanation. . .

Something happened the second I realised the words leaving Voldemorts lips were a possibility. Something clicked in me — and the hope that I'd convinced myself had left my soul completely — returned. Somehow, within a matter of seconds, my whole perception of life had changed, and I wasn't ready to let that go.
Perhaps this was a second chance for me, and maybe this could be a good thing. Something to hold onto.

Because what if it was all true?

What would that mean for me? And what would I tell Draco now that we're not a thing anymore?

Would he even care?

"I new something was going on with you. I watched you in that house. All those times you twisted in pain, and then Lucius came to pick you up—"

"You mean kidnap me?".

"—He had Bellatrix perform Legilimency on you to confirm my beliefs, and it was as I feared—". Voldemort slid his abnormally large fingers over my stomach, keeping his ice cold glare hooked on me. I didn't dare to move - instead I just curled up, letting my knees touch my chest when he finally let go off me. I winced from the unbarable pain that wouldn't seem to leave my body, and the tears kept rolling down the side of my reddened face.

"What a truly remarkable thing it is - to have a human being growing inside of one's body — only to have it claw itself free after 9 torturous months".

I let muffled sound escape my lips, only to have the silence being broken by the serpent-like man again.

"—I remember when I found out your mother was expecting you. I suppose Adele and Jacob didn't want me to find out their little secret - they tried so hard to hide it from me - and when she started showing, they even tried to run away to Romania. She said she didn't want that life anymore, that being a Death Eater only caused her and Jacob harm, and she didn't want to put the baby's safety at risk — so naturally — they wanted out".

I tried get on my feet, but the pain was too much, so I resorted to trying to crawl my way out of there. Voldemort followed my pathetic attempt at running away, taunting my insignificant tries.

"You know, I even tried giving them an out? I told them I'd protect them and the baby, you, if they stayed. I gave them my word, and they chose to betray my trust instead—"

"—So you killed them?!", I winced with a broken voice, so hoarse that it sounded more like an old lady on her deathbed than anything else.

Perhaps the deathbed thing wasn't so wrong after all. As a matter of fact, I felt all too close to losing consciousness, and my body didn't seem to react the way I needed it to. Nothing seemed to align. My head wanted out, but my body wouldn't move. It felt as if though my legs would only buckle from under me if I managed to get on my feet, and the chances of that ever happening — felt slim. The only thing that gave me any sort of hope of getting out of there, was the newfound knowledge I'd obtained from being in the clutches of the Dark Lord.

"I wish to this day that I didn't have to. She was one of my closest friends after all, and I never expected something like that to happen. I believe she must've thought it was in their best interest to run away, away from her destiny, away from the power she would've possessed if she were to stay alongside me. Foolish girl. She was blinded by fear and her love of Jacob and her unborn child to see reason. If only she'd listened to me. Then none of this would've ever needed to happen".