Servitium
Latin (noun.) The essence of service and devotion, weaving a tapestry of humble dedication and unwavering loyalty.
"Oh my Ivory, you may not be interested in war, but war is interested in you. You let me violate your justice, destroy what...
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Ivory had never imagined that her time would come so quickly, coming though it was, she had always held some kind of small hope that she would no longer be needed, what use could she be? A teenaged girl to the most powerful wizard on the planet, rivalled only by Dumbledore. But alas, she was the child of Death Eaters, born to be evil.
There was commotion by Umbridge's office, she had heard the whispers of various Slytherins that Harry and his friends had broken into Umbridge's office for something or the other, and were now being held captive by the I.Q. Squad and being interrogated by Umbridge. Whilst Ivory felt sorry for Harry because whatever he was hoping to achieve by doing such a stupid thing must have been for a very good reason, she was grateful for the distraction.
Ivory walked through the dimly lit hallways, heart pounding, in her chest. She was on her way to Snape's office as instructed by Lucius Malfoy. She hadn't seen Theodore or Fabiola to even tell them that she would be gone for some hours at the least, she was leaving them behind with no guarantee that she would come back and that thought was daunting, but she had no choice, her mother's life was at stake, and she was the only one who could save her.
As she walked, her footsteps echoed eerily through the empty corridors, the school was silent, most of the students having gravitated to the other side of the castle, the only sound was the soft rustle of her robes as she moved, and she felt as if she were a ghost moving through darkness which only made her more nervous.
The air was thick with the scent of old books, she could feel the weight of centuries of history pressing down on her. She had never felt so alone and afraid.
Finally, she reached the dungeons, she passed the Potion's classroom and veered left down the long corridor that held the Slytherin Dungeons and Snape's quarters. She breathed deeply once more as she came to the wooden door before knocking lightly on it. Less than a moment later, it opened, and Lucius Malfoy stood before her tall with a stern expression.
"Ivory," he said, his voice cold and emotionless. "Snape was called upon by the Headmistress, he wishes you luck. Are you ready to go?" he handed her an old piece of parchment and on it was written a language she didn't speak but recognised it as Old English. "That is the spell you will use, memorise it and burn it."
Ivory nodded her throat too tight to speak, but she had one question, she cleared her throat as Lucius began to gather the powder for the Floo network.
"Where are we going exactly, in the Ministry?" her heart was racing with fear and anticipation, she knew what lay head, but it was so obscure at the same time, she hated not knowing exactly what she was walking into.
"The Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic," he answered sharply. "That is where the Prophecy lies." Ivory said nothing but she read the parchment with the spell many times, until she was certain that she had memorised it. Lucius moved towards the fire place, Floo powder in hand.
