The Sister (Harry Potter/George Weasley) COMPLETED

XXIII

The Sister Part XXIII

Angel's Point Of View:

I sat in a chair, facing Lucius and who I now know as his Son, Draco while Narcissa called Harry to get him here as quick as he she could.

Since it's my Father who placed The Dark Mark upon people, I have the ability to tell which ones were welcomed and which were forced upon. And the more that I look at Draco, the stronger the feeling becomes of the latter being the case.

"You didn't want that, did you?"

 I question Draco and he frowns and stares down at his Dark Mark. He doesn't know how to respond, but, I do.

"Of course you didn't. It was forced upon you. If refusing didn't put your family in danger, then that's what you would've done."

I say and Draco faintly nods and I sit back, looking to Lucius.

"It seems you aren't the only Malfoy to join my Father out of fear instead of loyalty."

I state and Lucius lowers his head.

"Coward."

The voice in my head says and I frown, shaking my head to try and rid myself of the thoughts.

"Angel!"

I turn and see Harry, George, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Arthur and Molly following Narcissa into the room. 

Suddenly, the voice returns and louder than ever.

"Kill them all!"

"Now's your chance!"

"Start with your Brother, then your lover."

"Two simple words and I'll make everything better, my littlest Riddle."

I groan and hunch over. I see Harry and George immediately begin to rush to my aid, but, I shot straight up.

"NO!! STAY AWAY!! I can't trust myself." 

I scream and everyone in the room looks at me, staring. Some scared, some worried. Harry inches closer.

"I trust you."

The voice whisper one final word.

"Avada-"

"I SAID NO!!"

I scream out again, thrusting my hand up. 

Suddenly, every window in Malfoy Manor smash open, glass flying everywhere. Molly, Ginny, Hermione and Narcissa scream in fear and I gasp and stare at my hand.

"I'm sorry."

I whimper.

"You will submit soon, my littlest Riddle. And when you do, we'll tear this world apart."

I grunt angrily at the voice, but, stop when I realise that it didn't come from inside my head this time. This time, it was like a surround sound in the room. 

This time, everyone heard it.

Suddenly, everyone apart from Harry and George back away, like I was my Father himself. 

"You're all scared of me. Why aren't you?"

I ask Harry and George.

"Because you aren't your Father. We know what is happening isn't your fault."