Before The Past

Ch. 60

The harsh rain hit my face as I flew through the dark clouds. There were others flying around me and flashes could be seen left and right, both from the lightning and from spells being cast. Two people flew by and after one cast the killing curse, the other fell. There was chaos everywhere, but I wasn't sure why. I had no idea what I was doing or where I was. 

Now I'm in a room with three women and one man in front of me. They're all on their knees with their hands cuffed behind their backs, begging for mercy. Their clothes are torn and dirty, their hair ratty and unkept. There was someone else standing next to me, whom I couldn't recognize under their mask, degrading the four in front of us. 

They used the terms 'mudbloods' 'wizard scum' and 'vile creatures'. It was like I was watching a movie both from my perspective and through cinematic shots of who I assumed were muggle borns in front of us. Anytime they spoke or made any noise they would be tortured either by my hand or the other persons. I could hear their cries and a loud ringing as everything began to spiral. 

More faces of fear flashed as they all continued to cry before the face of death took them over. There were crowds of people being shoved around and yelled at by familiar faces of the death eaters. 

Laws were being announced by one of the men who were at the Dark Lord's table. 

All I could see and hear was fear, but also power and satisfaction. 

I wasn't scared. 

I felt like I was on top, towering over the weak. 

They weren't weak though. 

I had no idea who these people were, or what was even happening. 

Slowly the cries for help died down and so did the rest of the chaos of my vision. Instead, the sound of knocking at my door replaced the screams. 

My eyes opened and I felt a rush of coolness as I sat up from my bed. 

"Come in." I called out. 

My mother walked into my room fully dressed in black, her fatigued features standing out greatly. 

"There is a meeting in two hours, I expect you to be ready in one, we have a few things to do before." She announced, walking back out of my room immediately. 

I flopped back down and stared up at the ceiling, trying to convince myself to simply get up. I wanted to move, but I was stuck. I counted to three and managed to stand up, feeling a bit dizzy as I did so. I shook it off and got ready, trying not to think about the vision I'd just had. 

I contemplated just forgetting about it and not telling anyone, but I knew it would do me more harm than good. There was nothing to tell though, I wasn't even sure what the vision truly was. I could only fit bits and pieces together based off of the context clues I was able to pick up. Muggleborns were being punished and the Dark Lord finally had a hold on the ministry. 

I had sneaking suspicions on why I saw these things and wasn't too surprised that my vision foretold them. I was however, curious about how it would be done. So far the Dark Lord hasn't truly mentioned any plans, but has hinted towards something large. This meeting would hopefully bring more closure to the future.

I walked into the kitchen to find a plate of food and an unfamiliar mask on the table. It was black and bronze with small, pointed and spiral pieces of metal over the mouth. There was a small emblem in the middle of the forehead with what appeared to be my initials. It looked very similar to the few death eater masks I had seen both in my visions and during meetings. 

"That's your new mask, The Dark Lord has requested that you receive one, meaning that soon you'll be sent out into the real world." My father smiled. 

"Thank you." I manage to say.