"But to see her, I'd go through the gates of Hell with a smile on my face."
(Includes Theodore Nott, Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Lorenzo Berkshire and Draco Malfoy.)
Veronica Valdez has just heard that her father has got a new job offer. She does no...
The whole situation was fucked up. My dad, working for Lord Voldemort? Was he going to be a deatheater?
As we talked on the phone, he promised to see me the next day after my work. I sighed, closing the phone. My hands were trembling, and I felt like throwing up. I just knew that this wasn't going to end well. Is he fucking crazy? Why would he work for Voldemort?
I lost all my appetite, and I left the kitchen, going to my bedroom. I changed out of my work clothes, putting on a jumper and Grey sweatpants. My thoughts were racing as I got under the covers on my bed. I shivered in cold, as I pulled the blanket tighter over me. Soon enough, I fell asleep.
As I groggily woke up, I noticed the room was completely dark. How long had I slept? I checked the time on my phone's screen, 23.54. Crap. My stomach growled, and I made my way to the kitchen, finally choosing to eat the feta-salad. I walked to the living room, sitting on the couch and turning the TV on. The first thing I saw was the news. Another murder in London. "I wonder who did that", I mumbled to myself, crossing my legs in front of me. I think everyone knew it was Voldemort, or one of his minions. But no one ever dared to interfere, they were all too afraid. I couldn't blame them, though. And now there's a chance my father will be involved with him? Why couldn't he just stay at the ministry, it'd at least be safe. And legal... I finished my food, and got up to go brush my teeth. I was tired despite my long nap, and needed a good nights rest so I could discuss this tomorrow with my father.
I got ready for bed, and put my wand on the bedside table before pressing my head onto the pillow and slowly falling into a deep slumber.
The next morning went really quickly, and I rushed to work. This time I wasn't late, luckily. I greeted Alice, and got to work. The day was busy, as usual, and I couldn't wait until my shift ended. The time seemed to pass slower than normally, and I just kept checking the clock on the wall. The second the clock hit 15.00, I rushed to get my stuff and went to Three Broomsticks, waiting impatiently for my dad to arrive. When he finally did and sat down in front of me, I looked at him with a look that was supposed to say 'Explain. Now'. He cleared his throat, and looked nervously around, before starting to speak. "Veronica, I know this will come as a shock to you, but after I start at the new job, I can't let you live alone anymore." "What? Why not?" I asked, shocked. I didn't want my father to have anything to do with Voldemort, but even less did I want to be involved with any of his affairs myself. "I won't become a deatheater, that I can promise you. We just have a... deal." His voice was hesitant. "I can't tell you more, I'm sorry. But what I meant was that the job is dangerous. And if they find out I have a daughter and that she lives by herself... you'll be an easy target. You understand?" "So I have to move back home?" I asked, disappointed. I glanced out of the window to see the Diagon Ally full of witches and wizards. As I turned my gaze back to him, I saw him nod apologetically. "But Veronica... that's not all. We won't live in our home all of the time," He continued. "What do you mean?" I asked, now even more confused. What in the world was he talking about? "Most of my work is planned at the Malfoy manor, and they told me we'd be living there for some time when I, for example, have work early in the morning. It'll be much easier that way." "We'll be living at the Malfoy's home?" I hissed. "You can't do this kind of decisions without asking me first!" "I'm your father, Veronica, and you're only fifteen, so yes, I can," He raised voice a bit, to let me know that he's serious and it's not worth fighting with him. "For how long?" "For at least until your summer break's over," He informed sternly. I rolled my eyes, and got ready to leave. I just wanted to hide under my sheets on my bed and disappear. I just knew that this summer was not going to be fun in any way.
Two weeks went by, and it was finally time to move. I had packed all my stuff, and divided them into two sections. The other half was going to the Malfoy's house, and the other into my father's apartment. I was still annoyed at his decision, and had given him the silent treatment for a while, but he didn't seem too affected from it. I guess he had other things on his mind. I carried my stuff to the front door, where my father was waiting. He shrank the boxes so he could carry them, and then apparated us to his house. We were supposed to unpack my stuff there and then go to the Malfoy manor so my father could discuss his job with Lord Voldemort and I could unpack my stuff in peace. I wasn't sure where I'd sleep that night, but I certainly hoped we wouldn't stay at the Malfoy's. I took the box to my room, without saying a word. I knew I was being childish and a brat for refusing to talk to my father, when he was just concerned about my safety, but I couldn't help it. I had just moved to my own apartment, and I had enjoyed the peace and the feeling of independence. And now it was all gone, just because my dad decided to work for the biggest asshole in the world? Cool.
"Veronica." I got startled as I heard my dad sneak to my door. I didn't turn to look at him, and just continued stuffing my books to a shelf. "I'm sorry, okay? I have to do this, please try to understand," He tried to explain, but I wasn't going to listen to his excuses. He just didn't want me to live alone, that was it. Surely there could be no other reason. "Just let me be, dad," I groaned and turned to look at him. I just wanted to be left alone. I was annoyed at him, I really was. "Please, listen to me." "No! Just leave me alone." He looked at me apologetically, before making his way out of the door. Just before he left, he spoke again softly, trying not to annoy me any further. "We have to leave in an hour, change your clothes. You cant go in there in sweatpants." I knew he was right, so I didn't answer. I unpacked some of my clothes, and put sheets on my bed, just in case if we came home to sleep. After that, I undressed, and started thinking of what I should wear. Something a bit more appropriate, but nothing too formal. I ended up choosing a white sweater, and black jeans.
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I looked at myself from the mirror, and I had to admit, I looked good. I grabbed a black bag before making my way downstairs.
"You look good, Veronica," My dad complimented. I could see he was trying to lighten up my bad mood, and I knew I couldn't be mad at him forever. "Thanks," I answered and put on some white sneakers before turning to look at him. He was wearing a suit, and I began to question if my outfit was too basic after all. Oh well, it'll do. It's not like I'm working there. My dad grabbed his wand, and I put my hand on his shoulder, allowing him to apparate us to the Malfoy manor.
