"If you see a woman with an injured arm, a red cloak, and most dangerously a dagger" asserted Draco viciously. Sternly, gazing at the reporter who dared to question him. "I advise that you.." he swallowed the rough lump in his throat and finally par...
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"Happy birthday, Emerlyn." A soft faint, voice muttered. It almost sounded as though it was a whisper, my eyes had been glued to the ground as birthdays weren't happy days for me. They were terrible, they reminded me of one night, the most horrific, trembling night of my life.
Even though I was freshly nine at the time, I remembered every detail of that one night, vividly. It was planted in me. I wasn't going to forget about it, either way, every night I reminded myself of the justice my parents never received. Every night, I remembered the names and the faces of each of those killers.
Rodolphus Lestrange, Barty Crouch Senior, Barty Crouch Junior, Bellatrix Lestrange, and lastly, the worst of them all, Lucius Malfoy.
I hated them, I hated all five of them so much, more than anything in this world, Hate wasn't the word for the hatred I felt for them, no word could describe how much I despised each of them.
"Emerlyn?" questioned the girl standing in front of me, who seem to be holding a small vanilla cake with three candles. I turned my head upwards, clearly still shaken.
"Hi, thanks, Serena." I sighed and was brought back to reality.
"Emerlyn" spoke Tom. "We know, it's a hard day for you, but it's your birthday as well, your turning twenty - three today"
"I don't care, about the fact it's my birthday" I instantly remarked. "Not only does this date mark my birthday, but it marks my parent's death day." I continued speaking, eyeing the date on the calendar. March 28.
Both of the siblings stayed silent. I knew they were at a loss of words. Serena, walked away; returning back to the kitchen.
"But that's it, you know, I'm not gonna sit here and cry each birthday, I'm not gonna sit here helplessly and do nothing about the killers of my parents. Those killers that roam free even today!" I spoke with warm tears filling my eyes, but there was passion in my voice, motivation. Something, I had not shown for years, but it always lived in me. Passion was in my blood.
Tom seemed interested in my words, his eyebrows rose and he turned his full attention to me.
"What is in your mind, that has not reached your tongue yet, Emerlyn?" asked Riddle. I wiped the tears that were close to falling on my cheeks.
"Justice has not been given to my parents, So I've decided I'm going to take justice into my hands, I'll kill each one of those killers," I stated and he was attentive.
"For you to say this so confidently, means you are aware all five of them are extremely cunning, right?"
"I know, but I'm nothing less than them, every birthday it's like opening my scars, the scars I can never heal. Every birthday it seems like those brutal murderers have shaken salt in my cuts. It hurts, it burns to see that there living their life, so peacefully."
