Your Perspective
Voldemort wastes no time and immediately asks me the question that will change the course of my life.
"Y/n, will you become a deatheater and serve me and only me."
Smiling I answer him "I decline your offer."
I knew the consequences, but I had accepted my fate. I will die here and now. At first everything seemed to go according to my plan, but instead of hearing 'Avada Kedavra' I hear:
"Matteo knew this would happen, and sadly my dear I have made a promise and you dying is not an option. If it weren't for him, I would've gladly killed you." Before I could process what had happened, two deatheaters grabbed my arms and my first instinct told me to fight, but I can't, all my energy is gone and all that is left is a hollow shell. A hollow shell of something that used to be human.
He doesn't want me to die. What's that supposed to mean? What promise did Matteo make?
What did he have to sacrifice to change his father's mind.
And why?
Why?
Why?
I feel nothing. I don't even feel the tears streaming down my face.
Fear.
I'm scared. I'm scared for my life. But how? Just a few seconds ago I was willing to sacrifice everything. I was willing to die. The hollow shell broke and all the pain...all the suffering...everything I managed to hide and deal with on my own came crashing down on me. Memories from things my brain tried to hide. Memories from things I didn't want to remember. It all came in one big blow.
But in a mere second all that pain came to an end. And was replaced by a new kind, the physical kind. It felt as if someone was slicing my arm open and looking at its contents. Strangely enough it felt comforting, it reminded me that I am still human. I grinned at that thought.
After what feels like hours of suffering it stops, and the two bodies holding me let go causing me to crash to the ground. But the pian of colliding with the floor never comes, instead I feel two new arms grab me. They are warm, much warmer than the previous ones. They felt strong but I could feel a slight tremble in them. Instinctively I snuggle closer, drawn to the heat source. I could tell who had caught me just by the smell. The smell of the woods and of spices. Matteo had saved me once again. If I will regret him saving me in the morning I do not know, but for now, I'll accept the affection.
I hear voices, but they grow softer and softer as I lose consciousness.
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I don't know how long it took me to wake up, but I do know the moment I did, something in me had changed. I don't know how, but I could feel my life was no longer mine. I felt dead, but I was still breathing. Numb, but I was still feeling. Tired, but wide awake. It was as if my mind had disconnected itself.
But the question remained; why was I still alive.
The memories of last night's meeting are still fuzzy, but I remember that I had no intention of coming back alive, and yet here I am. Where am I? I take a look at my surroundings.
I see rows of beds and curtains all made of the same white material. I also see the floor; it is a tile floor that had a greyish colour making them look dirty. The walls consist mostly of windows behind each bed with pillars greeting them in between. It becomes clear to me that I am in the hospital wing.
Looking down at myself I notice that I am in a hospital gown. One of those that always feels like it's going to fall open and reveal everything. It feels strange when I move my arms, it feels as though they aren't mine. Taking a closer look, I notice something new, something that wasn't there before. Right below my wrist on my left arm, I see a snake.
Am I dreaming?
No, I am I awake.
I think I'm awake.
Am I awake?
I can hear footsteps as they close in, but for some reason my mind doesn't seem to register them.
Slowly but surely my eyes lose focus, and my head tilts to the side. My breathing starts to become harsh and ragged. I can feel my whole-body shaking. That's when I start floating, floating through the air, floating into space. I hear the wind calling my name.
Something is calling my name. No. Someone is calling my name. That's when something grabs me and holds me tight while shaking me back to reality.
It was as if a bucket of ice water was dumped all over me.
I was no longer floating; I was back in bed. Sadly, I was still shaking like a twig and my vision wasn't clear, but I could see a figure. From what I could make out it was a boy. His features were still unclear, but I know for a fact that it was him. He pulled me into a tight hug, and I sobbed into his shoulder. I cried for what felt like hours.
By the time I stopped crying my vison had cleared up and I could see that his shirt was soaked by my tears. Finaly I am able to breathe properly I take in a deep breath through my nose.
Peppermint. He smells like peppermint.
Pulling back from the hug I could finally see his face clearly.
My first love.
Theodore had come to save me.
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Sorry for the long break. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. 😉
