𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢

Year Seven

I slowly opened my eyes hearing laughter and loud chattering around me. Once my eyes were open and adjusted I took in my surroundings. I was tied down to a chair at a table with death eaters. "Ah glad to see you've finally awakened." Voldemort spoke as he walked up to me. "How did I get here?" I asked confused. I couldn't remember anything no matter how hard I tried. "Bellatrix disguised herself as Hermione and made you unconscious so we could bring you back home." He explained.

"You put up a real fight, I almost killed you." She laughed.

I shot her a mean look as I looked around the table. I saw Draco's father and mother and Draco at the table. "Draco?" I asked. He avoided eye contact. "Oh? Do I sense some tension between our little couple?" Voldemort asks walking over to Draco. Draco looked too frightened to do anything. "Is this where I grew up?" I ask changing the subject. I looked around some more, this place was so familiar. I could've sworn it was the background of my childhood memories with Voldemort.

"Indeed it is, it's the dark lord manor." Voldemort says as he paces around the table.

The oddest feeling waved over me. It was like nostalgia, only.. different. It feels like nostalgia mixed with guilt, I do feel guilty about having nostalgia. I know this was a bad place but it was good to me at the time. "Feels like home doesn't it?" Voldemort asks with a small smirk on his face. "Someone untie her." He ordered. Two death eaters quickly jumped to their feet and untied me as fast as they could. Once the rope was untied I stretched cracking a few joints.

"I won't try anything, I know when I'm beaten." I warn everyone.

"Such a smart girl." Voldemort complimented. "Please have a seat anywhere." He motioned to the seats.

I sat down next to Draco. "Now as we were talking about. My wand and Harry's wand are made of the same thing. Like twins. Since they are the same if I want to kill him I must use somebody else's wand... are there any volunteers?" He asks walking around the table. "You can use mine, father." I said as I held up my wand. "Finally giving me the respect I deserve are we?" He asks as he walks over. "I realized where I fit in. That's here." Voldemort then took my wand from my hand.

"Ebony wood correct?"

"Yes."

"What core is it?"

"Dragon heartstring."

I saw Nagini slither her way into the room and around the table on the floor. She was making her way to Voldemort. "Nagini!" I felt genuinely happy to see her. All of my memories with her were always happy, she'd watch me play, and she'd let me ride on her. She was my only friend at the time. "Ally? Ally it is you! What are you doing back?" She seemed so happy to see me but there was a hint of sadness. "She's back because this is her home and she belongs with us. Enough questions we have important things to discuss!" Voldemort said angrily.

Voldemort was going on about the Hogwarts Professor they'd kidnapped. She was a professor who taught a class about the muggle world, it was one of my favorite electives. When Voldemort mentioned how disgusting it was for a muggle to be with a wizard or witch I couldn't help but silently snicker to myself. "Got something to share with the room Alastor?" Voldemort asked. "I just think it's kind of ironic how these people believe pure-bloods are superior and yet they follow a half-breed." I watched his face carefully.