The Son of Lord Voldemort

Chapter 145

13 February 11:30pm

Fleur tapped her finger against the surface of the Black Lake. The water felt like ice and a shiver ran down her spine. She pulled her fur coat tight against her body, and looked out across the water. The moon was nearly full and shone down onto the dark waters like a spotlight.

Fleur sniffled in the cold air as her mind spun around in circles. It had been nearly a month since Harrison had shocked her with his horrible actions. Fleur had known who his father is, and she had known what Harrison was capable of, but what he had done to Ginny went too far. All Fleur could think about were the thousands of innocent veela who had been raped or forced into marriages over the centuries and it made bile rise in her throat. She hadn't thought that Harrison would go that far.

Fleur wrapped her arms around her stomach. She wasn't this girl. Her entire life she had faced people wanting to fall over themselves for her, and girls hating her for her looks. She had developed tough skin, and the words, and actions, of others had ceased to bother her. But Harrison was different. His words, his opinions, his very being, could cut through her with ease. She hated it.

A hand on her shoulder caused her to jump up and spin around, nearly sending her flying into the Black Lake.

"Daphne," Fleur said in shock, her hand flew up to her chest and her eyes went wide. "What are you doing out here?"

"I couldn't sleep," Daphne answered. She eyed Fleur, and the look made her shiver. "Why are you out here?"

"I was thinking," Fleur admitted.

"Harrison," Daphne stated, as if she could read her thoughts.

Fleur remained silent.

"If you aren't going to forgive him," Daphne said quietly, her words barely audible above the wind, "you need to let him go."

Fleur felt as though she had been slapped. Many scenarios had ran through her head over the past four weeks, and the one of her breaking up with Harrison made her feel queasy.

"I love him," Fleur said forcefully.

"If you loved him, you wouldn't have spent the past month ignoring him and treating him as though he did something wrong," Daphne said coldly.

"He did do something wrong," Fleur said, shocked that Daphne could be so cold. "What he did to Ginny…" Fleur shook her head.

"He's the son of the Dark Lord," Daphne said. "Do you expect him to sit around all day writing you sonnets?"

Fleur flushed at her mocking tone. "What he did—"

"Harrison did what needed to be done," Daphne said. "It's a simple fact. Harrison will always do what needs to be done. No matter the cost."

Fleur continued to shake her head, as if she couldn't comprehend what Daphne was saying.

"You know it's the truth," Daphne said. "You've always known."

Fleur's throat constricted, and it felt like she was trying to swallow a quaffle.

"I know he's better than that," Fleur said.

"Better than that?" Daphne asked. Fleur could see the anger dancing in her blue eyes. "Someone is getting too comfortable on their pedestal."

Fleur felt angry and insulted at her words, but Daphne held a hand up to forestall her from speaking.

"You never had a problem with the things that went on before," Daphne said. "You had no problem with Viktor seducing Ginny." Daphne pulled her collar up over her neck. "Why are you so upset now? Because it was Harrison's idea?"

Fleur didn't answer, because Daphne's words were true. Fleur knew that Voldemort was a cruel monster, but she hadn't known that Harrison was the same. She had thought that Harrison had a good heart. That beneath the insults, hexes, and love for dark magic, there lied a good person. But could someone with a good heart do what he did?

Daphne's beautiful face twisted in disgust. She looked at Fleur who looked away. Fleur didn't so much as glance in her direction as Daphne walked away, but she could hear her feet crunching on the snow. The sound quiet in reality, but to Fleur sounded like one explosion after another.

Another shiver ran down Fleur's spine, but this time it wasn't from the cold.