The Evil Spawn

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Alexis awoke with a start on a familiar couch, a place very different from where she fell asleep. She got up and came face to face with Riven.

"What am I doing here Riven?" She spoke with a raspy voice, her throat much drier than expected.

"I have something to show you. It's—" He gulped and waved his hand in front of her. She became irritated and was about to speak when she fell backward and straight into a dream.

The next thing she saw was black stone walls lining a corridor leading to a door.

"What the fuck."

She stood from the ground and took in her surroundings before seeing Mr. Weasley on the floor bleeding heavily from his neck. She quickly rushed over to him and put her hands on his neck to stop the bleeding.

Alexis then summoned a towel and wrapped it around his neck to stop the blood. It worked for a second before people showed up and whisked him away, paying no mind to her, as if she was a ghost.

Stunned, she stepped back and the room immediately changed.

She woke up again on the floor with Riven holding her body up. She pushed him off and crawled away from him, blood on her hands and clothes.

"What did you do?"

"It wasn't me, I swear." Riven stood up and straightened out his clothes. "I think it's time for you to go back to Hogwarts."

"No!" Alexis stood up with wobbly legs and came up to grip the collar of his shirt. "You need to explain to me right now what happened!"

"I'm sorry." He raised his hand and waved it once again.

She fell once again but this time woke up in a black room with one singular light. There was nothing but darkness around her.

A figure walked towards her as she squinted her eyes to make out who it was.

A gasp escaped her when she made out who it was when they slipped out of the darkness.

"It's been a while—my daughter."

"How—What are you doing here?" For the first time in a while, she felt genuine terror. Not much, but still enough to make her cringe. His presence wasn't frightening, no; his appearance was what scared her. He looked like his younger self, not dressed in robes but instead, a clean black suit.

"I thought you would be happy to see me. You left with no words and no letter."

"I was a baby. You don't expect me to jump out of my crib and pick up a pen do you?"

"You've changed. I guess Bellatrix helped you a lot during that time." He walked towards her and reached for her face but was only met with a slap to the hand.

"She didn't help me and you know that." Her terror was now replaced with pure anger.

"You're valuable. Even if I do hate your existence, you've grown to be a powerful woman. Join me, for we can make great impacts on this world."

"I would rather die than join your little cult."

His face morphed from a suggesting look to one of anger, matching his daughter's. "You made your choice. I expect you to live with it—or rather, die with it." He lunged and wrapped his hands around her throat.

She felt powerless struggling against his hold. The girl's consciousness started to slip when she jolted awake. She awoke in Dumbledore's office with a cold sweat all over her body. Gasping for air, she leaned over in her chair and started coughing while holding her throat.