"It's not who you are born as, it's who you grow up to be."
The war ended and serenity returned for almost fourteen years in the wizard world. Everyone knew the name Harry Potter, praised it even. He had defeated Voldemort and that was that. Thoug...
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Honora sat at the head of Malfoy's long dinner table. The other side sat who she was afraid of most. Tom Riddle. It was certainly odd. The house elves had made a lovely dinner, but the dinner party itself consisted of the worst possible people. The Death Eaters were hardly a pleasant group. More so as soon as he had entered the room. Each bowed their heads as Voldemort took his place at the head of the table only seats away from herself. Though, she might've been scared, it was odd how much more comfortable she was in his presence than she'd expected.
The others were visibly shaken, but Honora couldn't help but study him. His pale, smooth, almost white colored skin, the snake like eyes, bitter almost rotten teeth, everything she'd been told was true. Voldemort flashed a smile to her, not a happy one, but almost a smile of impressment. She smiled slightly herself and bowed her head as they made eye contact.
After the meal-which she could hardly touch despite being starved-Voldemort had dismissed the group. She couldn't wait to get away, not only from the group but she wanted to enjoy some alone time, thinking that she wouldn't have much more normalcy left before they'd be off doing wretched things. As she tried to file out the door behind Crabbe's father, the door closed rather harshly, separating her from the rest.
"Honora, what's the rush–?"
"Keep your voice down Sirius!" Mrs. Weasley's voice snapped Honora back to the present moment. All she could think about was meeting Voldemort. The man who killed Cedric. . A lump in her throat started to form until Molly slapped the back of Sirius's head with a rolled up newspaper, gaining a stifled laugh from Honora who watched Sirius scowl at the woman.
"With all due respect Molly, it is my home." Sirius said stiffly, glancing down at a roll he had started to pick apart without eating. "Yes, but you have guests that do not need to know sensitive information!" She huffed, scraping the head chair loudly on the floor before sitting with a 'hmpyh'.
"Who like Harry–?"
Honora eyes flicked up to Sirius. She hadn't known Harry was here. Ron, Fred, George, Ginny, and Hermione had been for the past few weeks and she was having a hard time not being able to see them just a room away, let alone Harry. The Order had been keeping him in the dark about everything also. Instructions from Dumbledore but she didn't know why. He had been the one to inform the world of Voldemorts return after all, regardless if people believed him or not.
"–He's here?" Honora asked curiously peering at the closed door, hoping to see just a glimpse of him. But she jumped back as it swung open, a clattering of footsteps filing inside. "–Just arrived." Moody stumbled into the room, behind him hurried in–Nymphadora, Remus Lupin and Kingsley Shacklebolt. All main members of The Order, Honora had learned this summer. Snape also was there, standing in the corner almost sulking in the shadows. She didn't necessarily like the man but he had proved useful helping her excel in Occulemency the year prior. Honora wished he was just as helpful during these meetings.
