Trapped

𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂...

Her mother intervened, gripping her father's arm tightly to halt his violent outburst. "We must stop," she urged, her voice quivering between a mix of annoyance and disgust. "She still has a purpose to serve."

He turned his cold gaze to his wife, his lips curling into a sneer. "Even though you have no use, you must fulfil your duty as the daughter of the House of Rosier. That is final."

"What is my so called duty then,  being a mindless doll?", asked Isadora.

As Isadora's  words hung heavy in the air, her father continued with a cold finality, "As the only worthy prominent witch in the community who hails from a dark family, we have decided you will be betrothed to the Dark Lord from now on."

Isadora stood frozen, her mind racing with disbelief and horror. The news struck her like a physical blow, shattering any remaining semblance of normalcy in her life. Her world felt like it was collapsing around her as the weight of her parents' decision sank in.

Isadora felt her heart plummet as she processed their words. Did she hear them correctly? Was she being sold off like property to the Dark Lord? A mixture of disbelief and rage welled up inside her, threatening to overflow.

...offer her to Voldemort? Isadora felt her heart shatter into a thousand pieces. Her parents, her flesh and blood, were handing her over to the very embodiment of terror. She was to be his...what? Servant? Spy? Wife?

As the shocking revelation unfolded before them, the onlookers in the room were gripped with varying emotions. Euphemia's hands flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with distress and concern for Isadora. She couldn't fathom the cruelty of binding a child to such a fate.

Alice, typically composed, had a furrowed brow and a hand on her chin, her mind racing to comprehend the implications. She exchanged a worried glance with Marlene, who sat beside her, both silently processing the gravity of what they had just heard.

Sirius clenched his fists, his jaw tight with anger and disbelief. He couldn't fathom the idea of someone being forced into such a fate. Remus's expression was one of deep concern, knowing all too well the darkness that awaited those entangled with the Dark Lord.

Across the room, Narcissa's eyes were wide with shock, her hand covering her mouth as she whispered something to Lucius, who sat beside her, his usually stoic demeanor now betraying a hint of concern.

Meanwhile, James and Lily exchanged a glance of shared horror and worry for Isadora. Lily's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her heart aching for the young girl's plight. James's jaw tensed, his protective instincts flaring up as he struggled to comprehend the barbarity of binding a child to Voldemort.

In the midst of the reactions, Isadora's hysterical laughter cut through the tension like a knife. It was a mix of disbelief, anguish, and bitter irony at the betrayal by her own parents. The room fell into a heavy silence, punctuated only by the sound of her laughter, a stark contrast to the gravity of the situation that had just been revealed.

She couldn't contain her emotions any longer. "You decided to sell your daughter to that lunatic half-blood bastard?" she laughed out hysterically, her voice echoing off the walls. "How could you do this to me? I am your child, not a gift to give away!"

In the Great Hall, an eerie silence followed this revelation.

Euphemia and Fleamont Potter exchanged horrified glances. "How could parents do this to their own child?" Euphemia whispered, clutching Fleamont's arm tightly.

Orion Black, despite his own strict Pureblood beliefs, looked disturbed. He glanced at his wife, Walburga, who remained stony-faced but shifted uncomfortably.

Sirius Black felt a storm brewing inside him. His hatred for his own family's ideologies was now intensified, knowing that they weren't the only ones capable of such cruelty. Regulus, his brother, looked equally pale and disturbed.

Back on the screen, Isadora stood silently, trembling with a mixture of pain and fury. The Sectumsempra cuts were shallow but numerous, causing her to bleed profusely.

Lord Rosier's eyes glinted with cold satisfaction. "You will do as you are told, Isadora. This is the path laid out for you."

Isadora bit her lip to keep from crying out in pain. "I will never follow him," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper but filled with resolve.

Lady Rosier stepped forward, her expression devoid of maternal warmth. "You will, or you will be made to. You are a Rosier, and you will fulfil your duty."

In the Great Hall, students and adults alike watched in horrified fascination. James Potter clenched his fists. "How can anyone do this to their own child?"

Lily's eyes filled with tears. "She's just a girl, and they're treating her like a pawn in their twisted game."

The Slytherins, including those who had tormented Isadora, were now facing the ugly reality of their own house's traditions. Some of them, like Regulus, were rethinking their paths.

Barty Jr., sitting near the back of the room, was one of the first to break the heavy silence that followed Isadora's outburst. His brow furrowed deeply as he voiced the question that hung heavy in the air, "Is that what the Dark Lord wants? To marry someone like her?"

His voice cut through the tension, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. Sirius turned sharply towards Barty, his expression a mixture of disbelief and anger. "are you saying she is not worth marrying?" His voice was edged with a hint of accusation, as if daring Barty to confirm and bear the consequences.

Regulus, seated beside Barty, shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes darting between the screen and the others in the room. "The idea of him marrying someone like Isadora, someone who had stood up against her own family and against Voldemort himself, seemed almost inconceivable", justified Regulus.

Euphemia, still visibly shaken by the revelation, clasped her hands tightly together. "That is Right! Surely there must be some mistake," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lily's heart sank as the implications of Isadora's forced betrothal sank in. "He wouldn't, really want Isadora, who is the opposite of what he stands for right?" she whispered, more to herself than anyone else. James, beside her, squeezed her hand in silent reassurance, but his jaw was set in a grim line, his mind racing with thoughts of how to protect both Harry and Isadora from such a fate.