𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐲 , marlene mckinnon

𝐯𝐢𝐢. The dreamless night

" nightmares and reality are difficult to seperate "

   Prior a week after Peter has successfully joined the Order, Charlotte didn't help accompany anyone after Sirius. Despite her best agenda and intuition, she stayed in her flat most of the times and been regularly drinking the dreamless potion everytime she goes to bed. She also informed Dumbledore that she might miss a few meetings if required.

Unlike before, Charlotte woke up when a jot of electricity ran across her whole body and all over her nerves. Upon rising from her bed, her eyes met those who she hated most.

"Tom..." Charlotte whispers, her own sweat barely visible as it smoothly runs down her temple and neck. Her room was insanely dark, lightning struck outside and enough light consumed inside and she could see the menacing figure wearing dark long cloak.

Lord Voldemort's eyes were red, it being the only thing Charlotte could see under the dark. She grabbed her wand from her sidetable and struck a non-verbal hex out of fear of what may cause to her if she doesn't do something. Unfortunately, Voldemort simply blocked it away with a wave of a hand and didn't move even when Charlotte stood on the ground.

"What are you doing here?" She asks, demanding an answer as her throat began to close up in dwelling fear.

"Daughter." In Parseltongue, Charlotte felt her bottom lip shake and grew frustrated by a single word and a forgotten language she hated to understand.

"You're no father of mine!" Charlotte yells and felt like her world began to crash down beneath her feet but leaving her untouched and safe. The tip of her wand was aching to be released off its powerful magic from frustration and anger. "Why are you here?!" She shouts and strikes her wand forward, a blinding red of light corners the Dark lord who had no choice but to pull out his wand as well and expertly block it. "Tell me!"

"Charlotte, you were meant to destroy the world, not save it." Voldemort drawls in english, studying how a single tear rolls down Charlotte's eye. "Afterall, no one will ever trust you if they know who created you."

"Stop messing with my head." She grits.

"I am simply telling you the truth."

"You're a monster."

Voldemort tilts his head slowly to the side, partially disagreeing. "Wouldn't a monster kill his only weakness?" Charlotte frowns, her wand lowering as she didn't understand what he means. She didn't understand how he was here in her apartment. "Then again, dreamless potions are useless when controlling what you can see when sleeping."

"You asshole— Get out of my head!"

Charlotte woke up and wanted to sleep forever with nothing but darkness she could see.

"Are you certain?"

"Yes."

"Are you absolutely sure that he—"

"—I think I'd know if my own sadistic father can infiltrate my mind when I'm most vulnerable, don't you think?" Charlotte snaps, her eyes flaring as vicious as her father ever is. Dumbledore wouldn't lie to himself, he knows they resemble one another way too much than what anyone would think.