Fawns Heart

{Sixty-one}

Everything was black.

The ground I stood on was slightly covered in water, allowing my feet to create ripples as I walked around, searching for anything to help me figure out where I was and what was happening.

A sudden scream shocked me to my very core. A loud, shrilling scream. A woman's scream, then a baby's cry. My heart raced as I walked around, trying to find the owner of that painful scream. My feet moved quicker as I walked around in the water, completely surrounded by black. 

"Please, please Tom-"

"Do not call me that!" 

The voices got louder, louder than I could handle. I stumbled around in the darkness, unable to see, only hear. I suddenly tripped over something, something large. I fell into the shallow water, coating my hair in the liquid. I hesitantly turned my head to see what I tripped over, my breath hitched in my throat as I saw a man with black wavy hair, eyes glassed over, holding a wand in his hand. 

He was dead.

The loud shriek of a baby caught my attention, I turned around to see a woman with the small infant in her arms. The woman was frail, long black curly hair, a wand clutched tightly in her shaking hand. She looked tired, scared, alone. Tears dropped from her bloodshot eyes as she looked over to where I sat on the floor, to the man who I had tripped over.

"Join me-"

"Never. We will never, ever join you. You are vile. You are cruel. You will never win this war, no matter how hard you try." The woman spat, the words falling like venom off her tongue.

The man who she spoke to stepped closer and closer to her, causing her grip on her wand and child to get stronger. The man wore a cloak, a hood, I couldn't see who he was, though the hiss in his voice made it rather clear. 

Tom Riddle.

Voldemort.

The child began to cry once again, louder, sending painful screams into my eardrums. I was sat on the water covered floor, unable to move, unable to avert my eyes from the scene which played in front of me.

"Ahh, my gorgeous niece..." The mans hand traced lightly along the infants cheek.

"Don't touch her!" The woman hissed, pulling her child away from the vile man.

"Come now Antonia, don't let this pathetic child cloud your vision. Don't let that stupid, pitiful man you called a husband stop you from seeing what we could have, the power, the justice." His wand moved over her face threateningly.

Her breath got heavier, it hitched in her throat as she looked down towards the man, her husband. The name Antonia was familiar.

Then it hit me.

I was about to watch my mother die.

Again.

First as an innocent infant, a child. And now once again, fully aware of my surroundings, completely conscious of what was about to happen. Though I still couldn't pull my eyes away from her. 

She looked down to the child in her arms once again, tears spilled down her cheeks as she kissed the crying child's forehead.

"Don't be afraid Fawn. Don't be scared. Learn to trust, learn to love." She whispered to the small girl, to me. 

"Such pathetic words." Voldemort sneered, "Join me, dear sister, and I will protect you both, we will share all the power in the world." He tried to justify his actions.