What a Riddle

Who needs luck

It was midnight, but I sat on a cushy chair in the room of requirement as I had many nights before. My eyes followed Draco as he worked on the vanishing cabinet. My fingers fiddled with the small vial of liquid of luck absent-mindedly. 

"Flor," Draco's soft voice broke me out of thought, and my gaze focused on his tired grey eyes. 

He grabbed a green apple, and I rose to my feet to join his side as he placed the apple in the cabinet. He took a deep breath before closing the door. We waited a moment before we opened the door again. The apple was gone, and I took a sharp inhale of air. 

"Guess we didn't need luck," I whispered 

Draco closed the door again, and we waited a few moments more before reopening the door to find the apple with a bite out of it. 

"It's all most time," Draco whispered. Now he faced me and caressed my face, and I leaned into his touch. 

The moment was broken by Bellatrix entering the room of requirement, and she laughed gleefully "Aw my darling nephew and niece." She hugged both stiff at her embrace. 

Two others followed her one at a time. I didn't know the name of either of the male death eaters, and I didn't particularly care to learn them. These three were here to make sure Dumbledore is dead by tonight. 

Not a moment later, we were flanked by my father's goons as we walked the dark hallways of Hogwarts. Bellatrix had somehow gotten a pinpoint of Dumbledore, who was surprisingly still awake and in the Astronomy tower. 

Climbing the stairs, I was the only one who seemed to see a terrified Harry tucked under the stairs. We made brief eye contact, which I hoped I conveyed to him staying quiet and grieving for the moments that will shortly follow. 

I pulled my wand as I and Draco made it to the top Bellatrix, and the others waited for us to finish the job. Dumbledore stood looking out hands behind his back , and he held loosely in his hands. Dumbledore turned and before Draco drew his wand. 

"Expleramus," I disarmed Dumbledore, and he nodded, pleased I followed through with his wish. Medusa's head hovered half-heartedly above my hand as my wand stayed extended out towards the older wizard. He told me the story of the wand and thought it would be beneficial if I held ownership of the wand since my father wouldn't dare hurt me. Tears free fell from my eyes as I still held my wand toward my mentor. Draco's wand was now raised, and he was trying to subside a breakdown. 

Snape rushed forward up the stairs and joined our side. Small talk ensued, but I hadn't paid attention. I was currently hyperaware of my surroundings. Bellatrix and the others had joined as well. Bellatrix was cackling and skipping around, dragging her hand across Draco's and my shoulders. 

"Do it," she whispered in Draco's ear. "Be a hero to our lord."

Draco hesitated and Bellatrix moved onto me "Come on, Flossy" her curly hair tickled the side of my face "I feel the potential for a killer in you" she laughed as she furthered herself from us stopping Uncle Sev as he tried to approach wand drawn. 

Uncle Sev yelled the curse, ignoring Bellatrix, and the curse flew by our heads, hitting Dumbledore in the chest and sending him flying out over the railing. I stifled a yelp, and Draco was quick to pull me into a hug. Bellatrix laughed crazily, drawing her own wand now to mark the sky with the dark mark. My ring burned, making it clear my father was pleased. His only clear opponent is now dead. 

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The following days at Hogwarts were depressing and the days at the manor more so. Father was furious at first but calmed after I visibly flinched from his yelling. I was too emotionally drained to hide my fear from him, and in return, he showered me with gifts to make up for it. Which in itself wasn't that comforting. 

The days were dark and seemed to turn darker by the minute. My father killed the minister by midsummer and sent goons to attack any known residences in the area. Including the Weasley.

I tried to get a warning out to them quickly, but it was futile. The quirky home was burned to the ground, and from there, everyone went into hiding. The trio was on the run, and I couldn't quite pinpoint where they were. Which was probably the work of Hermoine.

I could only assume what they were after. Horcruxs. Just like Dumbledore. In any time I had away from the eyes of my Father's followers I spent trying to track down any Horcruxes I could. I needed to help in any way I could. 

There were already some destroyed I concluded. The diary and the ring. Meaning that there are four Horcruxes left.

While doing my research I made a horrible discovery in the writings of Dumbledore, in books which he left me after his death and I was let in on a secret only Dumbledore knew... Harry Potter was a Horcrux... and because of that, he must die.