Iridescent

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 2

"Ah, my dear, you're finally here!" Silvius exclaimed excitedly as he stood up and guided Elysia towards the table, ushering her to sit down in between Celine and him. Confusion arises in Elysia as she's never been a participation in one of her father's meetings before. "Father, what is happening?" Elysia asked, not bothering to care about the heat rising in her cheeks as every pair of eyes in the room stared at her, including the darkest one.

Embarrassment poured into Silvius' eyes as he tried to laugh it off and ignored his daughter's comment. Celine quietly whispered something into Elysia's ears, trying to savor the last dignity they have until Elysia humiliates the Lennox family even more.

"Pardon my daughter, she isn't quite fond of joining me whenever I have guests over." Silvius explained. He turned to Elysia and started introducing her to everyone sitting at the table.

"This is Elysia Lennox. My youngest and only daughter." Silvius beamed. "And Elysia, this is Mr. Lestrange." He continued as he pointed to a buzz cut man sitting directly across from Elysia.

Adjacent to Mr. Lestrange is Mr. Nott, a man with curly hair that showed no emotions. Sitting next to Mr. Nott, Silvius introduced Mr. Rosier who happens to look quite young. He has thick dark hair and defined brows that sculpted his face perfectly. At least he has a warm smile compared to the other two.

And last but not least is the mysterious man with deadly eyes that can kill someone if it could. Pointing to the man sitting at the very end of the table, Elysia's eyes once again met with the dark gaze as her father finished up with the introductions. "Elysia dear, this is Lord Voldemort."

Voldemort.

Elysia's smile soon turned into nothing but a blank stare as the name had left her father's mouth. She felt sick, thinking back to when she was at Diagon Alley.

The Boy Who Lived, found dead at the hands of Voldemort.

Fear began to enclose in her eyes as she tried to get her father's attention. "Father, why am I here?" She asked. But it is nothing less than a quiet whisper. One that barely anyone can hear.

Her father began to talk about whatever it was that they were talking about. It's all a blur to Elysia's ears. Gripping the arms of her chair, all she could do is question her family's motives. How could her father even be in the same room as a murderer? She asked herself. Elysia felt anger seeped through her body and finally stood up. "Father!"

The room rapidly went quiet as her father stared at her with disappointment. Celine pulled the hem of Elysia's dress, ushering her to sit down and be quiet.

"Quite a lovely daughter you have there." Voldemort spoke, breaking the silence. He has noticed how disobedient Elysia was, wiping out the initial thought he had about her before meeting her.

Elysia turned her full attention to Voldemort, eyeing him with hatred. He doesn't know Elysia, no one does. All he knows is a facade that she puts out in order to please her parents.

"Pardon me, my Lord." Silvius apologized. He stood up abruptly, following Celine, as they tried to pull Elysia outside of the meeting room.

"That won't be necessary." Interrupted Voldemort once again. All the Lennox family could do is stare at Voldemort as he stopped them all from their tracks. It's almost as if her parents are waiting for their next orders from him. How pathetic of them, Elysia thought.

"It is settled." Voldemort reported as he sat there, staring straight into Elysia's soul.

"What is?" Elysia retorted right back at him.

Voldemort didn't say anything else as he stood up, buttoning his tux and grabbing his wand from the table. His movement signaled departure as his followers also began to stand up. Still not taking his eyes off of Elysia, he simply stated without any show of emotions, "Prepare everything within a week from now on, we will be back." And just like that, they all walked out of the room in unison, indicating that the meeting has come to an end.

"You ungrateful daughter!" Celine yelled at her from behind. Her father sat back down in disappointment.

There are so many things running through Elysia's mind that she didn't know where to start. "Father, what is happening in a week? Who are those people and most importantly why are they here?" She asked.

Fearing all of the possibilities, she only had one hope that he won't say what she thinks he'll say.

"Prepare your things, Elysia." He said calmly, too disappointed to even look at her. "You're going to marry Lord Voldemort in a week."

Nothing came out from Elysia's mouth. Knowing that her father is not the kind to joke around, fear overtook her body. She began to tremble as tears started to fill the inner corner of her eyes. "I don't believe you." She said in denial. The posters that she saw at Diagon Alley. Innocent lives being taken away. For once in a long time, she is scared for her life. What has her father done?

"Why?" She croaked out. Her father didn't say anything but he said it all. "It's all because of your greed for power, isn't it?" She questioned him.

Silvius didn't utter a single word which confirmed her accusation. "I'm not getting married. At least not to someone that has committed genocide!" She yelled.

"Do you want our entire family to be killed or not!" Silvius shouted out. "You've already disrespected me when you went off and disobeyed my orders!"

"Father, I am not-". Cutting her off, Silvius continued to take out his anger on his daughter. "You shall marry Lord Voldemort. You shall save our family name. And you shall protect the Lennox Lineage. That is the agreement and you will uphold it!"

Elysia felt nothing but pain. She shook her head in disbelief and ran out of the meeting room. She ran and ran until she got into her room and dropped down to the floor silently. Using a silencing charm, she hexed her room and cried uncontrollably. How could her father do that to her? Growing up, Elysia had felt nothing but pain. And it seems like the universe is planning to continue to do that for her.

The helpless girl laid there on the cold floor as she weeped throughout the night. The sadden tears fabricated little puddles on the ground as she started to drift away into a deep sleep where petrifying dreams awaited her every night.

A/N:
Poor girl :((