The Chosen One (MattheoRiddle x Ophelia)

Chapter 31

The air was thick with tension as Voldemort's cruel voice pierced the silence. "And the ceremony shall begin now," he bellowed, his ugly teeth bared into a devilish smirk. My heart raced as I felt the weight of his words. I wanted to run out of there, to escape this dreadful atmosphere. I hated all of these people, their plans, their meetings. It was all too much.

The chair where Draco had been sitting moved as he stood up. Lucius, his ruthless father, patted him on the shoulder as he stepped forward to stand before Voldemort, the monster himself. I watched, confused and filled with fury and anger. What was happening?

As I looked around the room, I saw the dark, shadowy figures of the Death Eaters. Their faces were twisted into cruel sneers, their eyes filled with malice. I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized that I was surrounded by pure evil.

The room was adorned with dark decorations, and the air was thick with the smell of burning incense. The flickering candles cast eerie shadows across the faces of the Death Eaters, making them look even more sinister.

Voldemort's voice boomed through the room once more. "Draco, my dear boy," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "It is time for you to prove your loyalty to me."

Draco looked pale and frightened as he stared up at the dark lord. "What must do?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Voldemort's smirk grew even wider. "You must complete a task for me. A task that will prove your worth and loyalty to the Dark Lord."

Draco slowly pulled up the sleeves of his black shirt, revealing the flesh of his hand. Voldemort's cruel smile grew wider as he swung his wand around his fingers. It was clear that he was enjoying this. He brought Draco's hand around his wicked fingers and dipped the wand onto his flesh, creating a symbol.

Draco gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, clutching onto his pants tightly as the wand left the Death Eater symbol on his arm. I watched in horror as the symbol glowed red, as if it was alive. Voldemort raised his wand, laughing in a malice and ruthless way. It was as if he was enjoying the pain he was causing.

Suddenly, I turned around to find Narcissa looking down at the table, drops of tears falling from her face which she quickly tried to hide. I felt a pang of sadness for her. She was a victim in all of this, just like Draco.

I felt a chill down my spine as I saw my father standing at the corner, his cold eyes fixed on me. It was as if he was looking right through me, seeing all my fears and doubts. I knew that he was one of the Death Eaters, and that soon, I would be joining them as well. It was a thought that filled me with dread.

Draco had just turned seventeen, and he was now one of them. I knew that it was only a matter of time before I too would be initiated into their ranks. It was a thought that made my stomach churn.

I had always been a bit of a badass student, notorious for my mischievous ways. But this was different. This meeting with these people felt so strange, so pure evil. It was as if I was standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down into the abyss.

My heart stopped as Voldemort's voice rang out, his words echoing through the chamber. "Come, Ophelia, my dear," he said, his voice cold and menacing. I looked around the room, my eyes scanning the faces of the other Death Eaters. They all looked so calm, so collected. But I knew that they were all just as scared as I was.

I looked at my father, hoping to find some comfort or reassurance in his gaze. But he was looking down at the table, his eyes fixed on some imaginary point in the wood. I felt a pang of sadness and anger, knowing that he had brought me to this place, to this moment.

With a heavy heart, I gritted my teeth and took heavy steps towards the head of the table. My heart was racing, pounding loudly in my chest. Sweat formed at my forehead, and my body trembled with fear.

I could feel the eyes of the other Death Eaters on me as I walked. They watched me with a mixture of curiosity and contempt, as if I was some kind of exotic creature on display.

When I finally reached Voldemort, I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. His eyes were cold, his gaze piercing. It was as if he could see right through me, could read my every thought and fear.

The anticipation had been building up for what felt like an eternity, like the calm before a brewing storm. As he stood before me, a wicked smile tugged at the corners of his lips, bringing forth a surge of hatred that coursed through my every fiber. "I have been looking forward to meeting you," he said, his voice dripping with malice.

Summoning my courage I meet his dark red gaze, locking my eyes with his and said "Hope I could say the same." A range of emotions played out on his face, as if he hadn't expected such a daring response from me. I refused to cower before him.

Suddenly, the woman who haunted my nightmares appeared before us, her shrill voice piercing the air. "You twat, how dare you speak against the Dark Lord!" Her words were filled with disdain, but before she could do anything Voldemort shut her down, his deathly stare bringing her to a sudden silence.

"Too much courage for a little one," he said in his cold and menacing voice, giving me an impressed look. I couldn't contain my anger any longer and retorted, matching the dark lord's tone with a chilling calmness, "Too much power for a dead one." The whole room was stunned at my audacity, and everyone looked at me with a mixture of anger and confusion. I knew that no one had ever dared to speak to the monster the way I just had.

Matthew, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, was still looking at something in the very distance, not caring about the sweet, ironic conversation his father and I were having. Voldemort was a monster, a creature of darkness, and I knew that I was in grave danger. But even as I stood before him, I refused to back down. I would not let him intimidate me.