Winters Cloak | S.S

14 | Big deal

Headmasters Office

"Professor Dumbledore. I don't want to be a Prefect anymore." You blurted out.

It was nerve-wracking for you to say such a thing. Most students wanted this opportunity to have popularity, a sense of responsibility or a great job in the future. But you wanted to give up on that idea.

It was worthless.

"Y/N you do understand that I will never force you to do such a thing, right?" He asked in a rhetorical sense.

"I understand, Sir."

You were currently standing inside Dumbledore's office as he paced around with his hands behind his back. Professor Mcgonagall and Dumbledore had asked you to visit them after the Halloween decorations and after detention with Professor Snape. So, here you were.

Contemplating all the decisions you had made in your life.

Your eyes scanned the portraits of the wall. Some smiled at you, others held an expression of disgust or curiosity. Regardless, the spotlight was on you.

"Please sit down, Y/N." Dumbledore motioned his hand for you to sit at a wooden stool near his desk. "Professor Mcgonagall will be here in any minute now." He proposed. You twirled your hair, becoming fidgety by the second.

"Is this about the mission?" You asked.

Heart thumping quicker by the second, eyes darting back and forth between Dumbledore and Fawkes his favourite Phoenix.

"Indeed it is."

Just then, the door opened behind you, Mcgonagall's click and clacking heels inched closer and closer. She gave you a nod and smile before her face went back into panic mode. You wondered why.

Even Dumbledore has a serious look on his face now.

"Minerva, I see you have decorated the hallways rather delightfully." Professor Dumbledore stepped down from his Headmasters desk, and situated in a position at midst of you and Mcgonagall.

"Yes my spells came in useful. Perhaps L/N could use a few." Professor Mcgonagall smiled at you, but it didn't reach her eyes like usual. You raised an eyebrow. "And a few of my advanced ones when you're available, I need to test them out."

"I would be more than happy to be of help, Professor Mcgonagall."

She sighed in relief but kept her posture straight even though you knew secretly she was hiding a lot of things from you. Her face appeared to be thinning, her face much paler than usual.

Just what had happened to her to make her feel this frightful?

"Y/N I am sure you have many questions in your head right now, but I will get to the point— you will go to Tom's scheduled meeting and attain the dark mark." His face fell from the smiley one, to a more serious and disturbed one. It was almost as if the whole atmosphere had became thick — hard for you to breathe.

Was I in shock? Denial? No. I knew this was going to happen. I knew this part was going to come, the hurtful part. Almost like a muggle tattoo except it will never die untik

"When do I go?" You gulped. Professor Mcgongall's eyes widened upon hearing your question. You hadn't objected or asked for an alternative option yet chose to face your fate.

Despite your fragility, you showed great courage to pursue the task and Dumbledore was more than glad it was you to take on the mission.

In a twisted way — he was glad it was you who was mentioned in the Prophecy.