Lady Mortem || Harry Potter Fanfiction

3rd Memory : Frida

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"Frida!" A boy with messy jet black hair ran towards a girl with similar black hair.

"Azazel.."

Marvolo watched as the girl, he assumed to be Scilla, was frozen in place. For a moment, Marvolo could see her eyes shone with a trace of fear, before it was replaced with indulgence as the boy hugged the taller girl.

"Are you not supposed to have a lesson?" Frida said fondly. The boy pouted and nuzzle his head within his sister's embrace. Frida chuckled and patted his head indulgingly.

Both siblings froze when the sound of footsteps approached the two siblings. Glancing towards the hallway, they could see their father, followed by his guards, with a displeased expression on his face.

Frida released her brother before bowing down in greeting, followed by her unwilling brother. The man looked at them coldly, glaring especially at Azazel.

"Father." Both siblings greeted.

"Escort the prince to his lesson this instant." The man said coldly.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Azazel looked unwilling as he was escorted away, leaving his sister. Frida has yet to lift her head as the man walks past her, completely ignoring the girl.

She heaved a sigh of relief as her father disappears around the corner. As much as she hated to admit it, their father has always intimidated her. It was obvious the man was not a great father.

Frida glanced at the corner her father took before walking the opposite way towards the library. Books has always been her escape from reality, her only way to know what the outside world looks like as she was locked within the walls of this castle.

Marvolo followed the girl silently. Glaring at the corner her father went to. He watched as the girl took out a book and sat beside the large window, glancing longingly at the sky outside. He tried to touch the girl but his hand phased through.

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"You know Frida, I wish it was just us two in this world. Where we do not have to worry about other people. A world where even Father could not touch us." Azazel said longingly as he curled up beside Frida.

Marvolo watched as Frida hushed the young boy, frantically looking around as if afraid he was heard by others.

"Azazel! You must not say that ever again. Do not let other hear you say such words coming from your mouth."

Azazel looked up at his sister pitifully, feeling wronged. Frida sighed and carded her hand through his hair, no longer looking at his brother and focusing back on her book.

Marvolo continued to watch as the girl began to read the page out loud for her brother to listen, when the scene in front of him began to change once again.

He found himself in a large room. He saw a man he noticed to be Frida's father sitting on a throne-like chair. The man, Marvolo thought, was exuding such a cold aura, one that is comparable to his own. He could faintly see the trace of ruthlessness flitting within his eyes.

The huge wooden door then open slowly as Frida enters the room, face devoid od any emotion. She kneels as she uttered one word,

"Father."

The man looked at his daughter coldly as he threw an envelope in front of her. Not daring to look up, Frida grabbed the envelope without opening it.