"But hiding this truth is like trying to hold back the tide."
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Willow Evergreen, a Ravenclaw sixth year at Hogwarts, figures out she has some unique abilities. As she navigates the complexities of her newfound powers, she finds her...
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The day after Mattheo's breakdown, he stayed in his room, refusing to leave. He told the rest of the boys they wouldn't work on the cabinet today. This gave Apollo free time for the first time in weeks.
While he walked into the library to study, he noticed Willow sitting alone reading a book. "Willow." He said in a hushed tone.
Her head turned, and she stared at him for a few minutes before gesturing him to sit.
Apollo rushed over, sitting down in the seat next to Willow's. "I am so sorry for what I did Willow, I am." Apollo looked into her eyes, the same ones he had looked into since his first year. "I've been so messed up lately and I took it out on you, it wasn't fair, I know that. I just-"
Willow rested her hand on his knee. "I know Apollo." She smiled at the boy, which he returned. "Just please, let me in. Tell me what's wrong, I can help you."
"You can't help me. You'd hate me if you found out."
Apollo began to tear up, and Willow could feel the pain and need in him. He wanted to tell her, he just couldn't for some reason. "You can tell me. Apollo, please. I know it's something to do with the Slytherin boys. What are you guys doing? What are they making you do?"
"I can't tell you, Willow. I would if I could, but you're safer if I don't tell you." Apollo's eyes filled with his pleads. He understood why Willow wanted to know, but she couldn't.
"Did you murder someone?"
"Merlin's beard, no!"
Willow looked at him confused, trying to feel if any of his emotions would give anything away. That feeling of darkness crept back in, reminding her it was still there.
"Apollo, what have you done?"
"I haven't done anything bad!" Apollo began to get defensive, he shouted in a hushed tone.
Willow shook her head, she was beginning to realize what it was, "You haven't done anything bad. . . yet. Right?" Apollo stayed silent, not saying a word, looking at the ground. "I can feel the darkness in you, the same darkness I feel in Mattheo. Just let me in Apollo, let me help you."
The tears rolled down Apollo's face. He rolled up his left sleeve showing her his arm.
"Is that-" Willow was stunned, she couldn't even finish her sentence. Not in a million years would she have guess this.
"I'm a death eater." Apollo looked towards Willow. "I didn't want to, they forced me to." Willow shook her head, not wanting to believe the words coming out of his mouth.
Willow was silent for a moment before she spoke up again. "Riddle as well? And Malfoy too?" Apollo nodded his head.
