𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒓 ⇝ 𝒋𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

blood

A week passed, and it hadn't been the same for Athena since.

Her night terrors had returned with a vengeance, worse than ever, and were completely different from before. She felt like she wasn't the one in the picture; that she was in somebody else's mind. Their memories.

And it was a boy.

A boy named Tom.

Just as the name of the boy came out of the mouth of a younger-looking Dumbledore's mouth, she suddenly opened her eyes from her slumber.

Something wasn't right. Sh knew that.

Just as her old dreams were about herself, and her future. Her new dreams were about Tom...and his past?

She didn't know how she magically started picturing his memories, but she knew that it was meant for no good.

Maybe he did it on purpose?

Maybe something happened when he tried to read my mind?

Perhaps the second one was the answer, but it also got her thinking: could he be dreaming about her past?

It wasn't like anybody said it was Tomas in Tom Riddle's dreams she was seeing, but she was certain that they were; because it all made sense to her in some way.

"I heard screaming."

Athena inhaled a sharp breath, realizing that she was all sweaty and gasping for air. Shit.

She must've screamed, but-

"The walls in my room are soundproof," she told her brother. "Were you here all this time?"

Alastair raised an eyebrow at her, "are you accusing me of watching you sleep, Athena?"

She didn't answer.

"The door was opened, the charm doesn't work when it's opened," he said. "You didn't only wake me up."

When he said that he meant she woke her parents up as well. Double shit.

Although she could barely see Alastair's face due to the bright sunlight in her eyes, she could see the dark, visible shadows under his eyes, which normally weren't there. His usual tan face was as pale as a ghost, his blonde hair a mess.

His tired eyes, inspected Athena's face, waiting for her to spit out whatever she had in mind. He wasn't stupid.

But she kept her mouth shut.

"What time is it?" She asked.

Alastair didn't need to look at the clock, "it's eight oclock."

She plopped back into her bed.

"There's a meeting around noon if you didn't forget, Athena." Alastair said, and she could see the irritation in his face, even without actually seeing it. "Get ready before it."

He was gone after that.

Athena wanted to throw up at the thought of her first meeting as a Death Eater; meaning she would meet the rest of the dark circle.

She would have to listen to their sick plans, and who knows? Maybe they would make her do something she knew she was going to regret.

She looked down at the snake tattoo that was on her arm. She told herself to stop referring to it as just a snake tattoo; it was much more than that. It was the Dark Mark.

Don't cry.

Yet a tear slipped out of her eye.

The tear felt like acid, burning her skin as it cooled down to her neck. Then another tear.