empathy *a Slytherin love story*

meetings

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"Where are you going darling?" Blaise asked me from the couch.

"I have to go," I whispered. 

"Where?" He pushed, seeing something is wrong. 

"My father wants to have a meeting," I told him.

"You can't go, you have no clue what that could mean," Blaise told me, standing up.

"I have to. I'll see you tomorrow, love," I told him, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"It's dangerous," He continued after the kiss. 

"What at our time at Hogwarts isn't?" I argued. 

"Darling, please," He begged. 

I mumbled the sleeping charm and pushed him back onto the couch. I grabbed a green fleece blanket and laid it over his tall body. "I'm sorry, but I have to do this to save you." 

I walked from the common room, checking for any wandering professors. My hands were shaking and I was just praying that this wasn't a mistake and that I wasn't walking to my death. After all, what's the worst that could happen to me? I made it outside of the castle and felt a cold breeze smack me in the face. I embraced it, at least it was a new feeling other than the anxiety I currently had. I got to the edge of the forest and stared into the darkness. I kept hearing things walking in the trees and was afraid of what would be in there. I have no one to save me if things go wrong. 

"Quit being a bitch, you want to be a monster hunter, Riddle," I mumble to myself before pulling out my wand, "Lumos."

With the light from my wand, I walked into the forest. Every sound caused a bit of anxiety to well up in me as I kept my head on a swivel looking for my father. Finally, I saw him. He was in the middle of the forest, petting a beautiful white unicorn. 

"You know I used to drink the blood of these creatures," My father said, still not looking up to me. 

"Thats vial and cruel," I responded, keeping my voice steady and my mind clear. 

"It is what kept me alive," My father told me, looking up to me.

"How unfortunate that such a majestic animal had to die for such a foul monster," I replied, my voice still steady as I kept my distance.

"You are very hostile, my daughter," He continued, staring into me, and I felt a push in my head. 

"You are the evilest man I have ever met," I said with a shrug.

"And you are my favorite daughter-"

"I am not your daughter. I am the daughter of Hailey Finnigan. She wasn't perfect, but at least she didn't try to kill the entirety of the wizarding world," I said harshly, "Now why did you want to meet with me, Father."

"I want you to join me," he said with open arms. 

"Yeah, fuck that. If that's all you have to say, I'll be going then," I responded harshly, forcing a dry laugh through my lips.

"I will kill the Finnigan boy-"

"He's at Hogwarts. You can't you bastard," I reply harshly. 

"I have been waiting on chaos for 16 years my daughter, I can wait one more year. Your brother goes home in the summer, and I know where you live-"

"Bullshit!" 

"4046 Sleepy Hallow Court-"

"Don't touch my brother!" I scream pulling out my wand and pointing to him.

"All it takes is some black ink and a promise," Voldemort said, "Well, two promises."

"What are the promises?" I said, worried for Seamus. 

"One, you will kill Severus Snape. I do not trust him," My father said and my heart hurt. 

Snape was a cold-hearted bastard, but he treated my friends well. He defended us and fought for us. But if it is between him and Seamus, I know my decision.

"And second?" I said, trying to appear braver than I felt. 

"I want all of your friends to join you," Voldemort commanded. 

"That is not my choice to make for them!" I scream, outraged. 

"I will show up and immediately kill your mother. Your brother I will use a bind curse on. Then I will use magic to cut him thousands of times and I will heal them. He will scream your name-"

"Stop it!" 

"Then once he said he's had enough I will use the Cruciatus curse on him, laughing over his pained screams for help-"

"Stop it! Stop it!"

"Then all it would take is one spell, but why do that well all it takes is a knife through the che-"

"Stop! I'll do it! Just don't touch a hair on his body!" I warned, holding in tears. 

In the third year, we did boggarts. Everyone else's was clowns or the dark or even Professor Snape. As always, me and Harry had to be different. He saw a dementor and me, I saw my brother dead on the ground. I promised since that day I would never let him die. No matter what. And what sucks is I don't think he'd do the same for me.

"Good, my daughter. I am so proud of you," Voldemort said, a smirk on his face. 

"And I am completely disgusted with myself," I replied, trying not to puke. 

They think we are going to be the second generation. They think we are going to be the second generation. 

"Give me your arm," My dad commanded, and I reluctantly outstretched my arm. 

"Darcious," My father said, an amused tone in his voice. 

I watch black ink spread up my forearm. A snake wrapping around a skull. The sign of a death eater. The sign of a follower of Voldemort. 

They think we will be like our fathers. They think we are going to be the second generation.

"What was the spell that I just said?" Voldemort quizzed. 

"Darcious," I repeated back to him.

"Good, when your friends join us, you will use that spell to put the dark mark on their forearms. I will check in at Christmas. If one person doesn't have the mark, your brother will watch your mother die," He warned me, "And then I will kill him and tell him why it is he died." 

"I won't fail." 

You will be the ring leader and we will follow you. They think we are going to be the second generation.

"You will kill Severus after Draco kills Dumbledore. If you fail what I warned for your brother will come to age," My father told me. 

"You won't have to worry, father. It won't come to that," I replied, cringing at calling him father. 

"Go, and I hope to see that you aren't a failure my child." 

I walked back through the forest. I saw the castle and walked back to the common room. I was numb, my mind was numb, and my body was buzzing. I made it to my room, lay in my bed, and stared at the ceiling. I felt immense pressure on my forearm. The forearm where the dark mark was now staining my skin. 

We are the second generation.