Opia / D.M 18+

M A L L A C H T

{Curse; malediction}

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"Hydrus!" I yelled as I tried to follow him down the hallway.

He was moving swiftly, weaving through those who blocked his path. I was merely two meters from him before he made it to his room and slammed the door so sharply it nearly knocked me back. My jaw trembled as I hit the old wood repetitively. 

"Hydrus, please—please you need to know-"

"Fuck off Amethyst," His voice was loud and clear.

The use of the name he had never dared to use made my emotions boil into anger. I kicked the door, harsh and sharp. It felt good—releasing everything through one kick. I did it again—more relief. And again, and again, over and over until a sob escaped me and tears fell down my cheeks. I had tried so hard to leave no bad blood, to create friendships and bonds. He was the one person I couldn't figure out, he was the one person I was afraid would hate me. And now he did. 

"I didn't have a fucking choice!" I screamed through a sob, kicking the door one last time before it abruptly opened.

He looked murderous as he loomed over me. His eyes were nearly black while I watched him lean in close, "I said fuck. Off. Amethyst."

 The door only just missed my nose as it closed once again. 

My arms instinctively wrapped around my stomach as I stepped back until I hit the wall behind me. My tears clouded my vision while I slid down the wall and cried silently. There was no doubt that he knew it was me. Bellatrix made it blatantly obvious. My mother and father were nowhere to be seen on the night of Sirius' death, they would have been with the Order. But I didn't have a choice. I never had a choice. 

And as I rubbed the triangle mark on my finger, I feared that I would never have a choice. My life as I knew it was a mallacht. I hadn't dared to look at the mark left on my arm since I became a part of the Order. But my curiosity got the better of me as I continued to cry. While my shoulders shook, I lifted the sleeve of my shirt to see the skull and snake formed like a blister. Inactive. Unremovable. It made my jaw clench as I realised I would be stuck with such a hideous thing for the rest of my life. A mark to remind me of the things I had to do. The things I was forced to do. Because I never had a choice. 

I slid my sleeve down and tucked my knees into my chest, burying my head in the small space I had created. I whispered my apologies, over and over. Repeating them as if he could hear me. 

"Shut. Up." His voice was in my head, he was angry. 

I felt myself force him out, force everyone out and slam the door to my mind shut. No one would ever get in again. My breathing was rapid, and I was reminded of that night. 

One of the worst nights of my life.

I could see him huddled in his corner. The wet and grotesque cellar I never dared to venture to. I could hear his ragged breaths, I could hear his pleas for death. The tears that fell from my emeralds that night fell once again. And then the flash of green.

My name.

Where one memory turned into another. Her cry for me, her plead to stay alive. She begged for a chance, but she never had a choice either. I could hear her in my head. Her small cry echoed through me and made my bones rattle in agony for my lost sister. Her voice repeated, calling for me to save her. To give her a chance at the life I had planned for her to have. The crack of her voice was more pronounced than anything, and I could picture her bunny in her arms. I could hear her body hit the floor. Her cry. Over and over. Again and again.