I looked at my father, sweat dripping from my skin, my head throbbing and my arm hurting.
"Deatheaters". The lord began, and I could sense Dracos fingertips over the skull on my arm. "I came here today, for a very, urgent, reason".
I got shivers. I had no interest in figuring out why the dark lord had come to just my house on Christmas day.
In my eyesight I spotted Draco, nervously seeking his eyes over the table of death eaters.
"I have, for long, wanted your, children, to become one of my, followers".
I could feel my heartbeat racing, almost in my throat.
"And today, my wish, has come true".
*
An owl picked at my window. I looked away from the letter I was writing to Cedric. I walked over to the window and opened it, a breeze of cold air swooped inside the room and I quickly closed again after taking the letter.
I sat down on my bed and started to open the letter, my heart almost jumped out of my cheat out of joy. I hadn't expected Cedric to write to me, AT ALL.
I started reading.
*
Aria! Honey! Marry Christmas my love :)
I have thought a lot about you, and guess what? I miss you, a lot.
I dreamed about you, we were laying in the snow. Just the two of us. And we made snowangles. Whilst everybody else was in the castle. Celebrating.
It was just you and me. Us two. No one else.
Like it should be <3
Love you, Aria.
And happy Christmas.
*
My cheeks reddened. Aw how much I love him. I walked to my desk and grabbed a feather and some ink as well. Then I started writing a reply.
Cedric. I don't know how I feel, being home. It has happened some stuff... I don't know how you'll take it. Talk to you when we get back to school. Love you.
I sent my owl away with the letter and then got dressed. I walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen. Today was the 26th. Day after Christmas eve. Last night was rough, becoming a deatheater.
I looked around the kitchen, it was only me there. But I could hear voices from the dining hall. More than my mothers, probably some of her friends were on a visit. I reached for some toast and started eating.
"Aria" Said a voice I recognised from behind me.
I turned around, it was Narcissa, accompanied by Bellatrix and my mother. "Hey" I said and smiled. "How are you doing?" I was trying to be polite, to make them accept me. Although they for sure accept me more now that im one of them.
Narcissa smiled back. "My darling I'm great! Lucius and Draco are finally getting along." I smiled as a response. Though I didn't usually get along with Draco we had our history.
"And you? Bella?" I looked over at the other lady. Bellatrix. She wasn't related to me, neither was Narcissa but I still saw them as my aunts.
Bellatrix laughed in her way making me uncomfortable. "Thought you'd never ask, my little deatheater" She paused and giggled some more. "I'm great!!".
That word drove me crazy. I just wanted to cut my arm off to make the mark disappear. But of course that I couldn't do. "Right" I said and put my toast down since it had cooled off. I started to walk off but quickly was interrupted by the agonising smell off alcohol.
"Dered" Said my mother and I turned around tords them. "You're drunk, my love. You should get some rest" My mother kept on saying.
He looked at her with disgust in his eyes. "Aria let me see that arm of yours" my father said and burped at the almost same time.
My eyes met my mother's, she gave me a slight nod and i pulled up the sleeve on my pyjamas. I looked back to my father and his fingers following the mark. It was like the dark magic was his fuel, was the thing that made him stay alive.
"You must like my touch eeh" My father said and took a bloss of his cigarette. The smoke he let out right in my face and immediately took the cigarette butt and pressed right in my palm. An agonising feeling spread through my body and I made a fearful look at the women standing behind us.
I could see Narcissa and my mother looking intensive at each other, they knew this was all wrong. They could see from all the tears that was falling from my eyes were filled with pain, every single one.
"Stop!!" I said and pulled my hand to myself. He'd never done this for as long before. "You're making me hurt!" I had never talked back to him before, not at all. I was scared, this would definitely lead to really serious consequences.
I looked up at my father, the man stood and his skin- almost red from his anger. "You little TWAT!!"
I gasped, my father suddenly had a firm grip on my wrist and his wand pointing at me. I looked at Bellatrix, she stood behind him. Her wand was right at his hair. Just two words and he'll be dead, I thought.
