The Slytherin Mudblood: Book 1

Chapter 15

POSSESSION, PAIN, & SUFFERING

I woke up in the hospital wing trying to regain all my consciousness. Harry was in a deep trance from the fight with Voldemort. I didn't feel good, so I rushed to the girls' lavatory, staring at myself in the mirror. I tried to speak to him. To Voldemort. "Why did you do this? You are an evil person! Why did you choose me? Come on, I know you're in there!"

A voice filled my head as if my thoughts were being controlled. Voldemort was speaking to me inside my head in an eerie whisper, "I can help you if you trust me. You need me because I am powerful. I can help you get revenge on Draco! I can heal your broken body! You strive for success and I can lead you there!"

"Really? But how?" I carefully asked, eager to know how the Dark Lord could help me.

"I will give you instructions and you shall follow them. Don't tell anyone about me or else I will kill you, understand," He threatened me.

"I understand," I naively answered.

This was perfect. I needed this, Draco betrayed me! So many people hurt me, and the Dark Lord was the answer! He could help me become successful! With him using my body, I could be the most powerful witch ever!

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I went to class hoping nothing of the bad sort would happen. I went on with my life as if it were normal. I was studying for the end-of-year exams, trying to cram in everything. Voldemort had managed to heal my body in record time, the scars on my face were gone and the leg was back to normal health. I didn't speak much to anyone. Not even Daphne, Draco, Harry, Ron or Hermione. I only spoke to teachers and kept myself distant, I was hoping not to reveal anything.

I was walking back to my room trying to grab a special book. At my four-poster bed perched a little baby owl, it had a letter. It was from my parents! I tore open the letter eagerly, finding a small note from my mom. It read:

Dear Victoria,

I regret to inform you that we are disowning you. 

It has come to my understanding that wizards and witches are dangerous people and I don't want that in my life. You being a witch is too much on me and your father's plate. Therefore, we are leaving you. You never amounted to anything, and you only struggled throughout your life. Your achievements aren't getting you anywhere.

When term ends, please come home to retrieve all your belongings. Do not come back here afterwards.

My deepest apologies,

Mrs. Haynes

P.S. Get your things quietly and don't disturb us.

What was that? I dropped the letter on the ground clenching my fists and holding back tears. 

How could they do this? I trusted them, my parents! I tried to please them with everything! I did work for them and for what?! They just disown me at the drop of a hat? Just like that? 

Tears escaping my hold and trailing down my cheek. I grabbed the letter and crumpled it, screaming in emotional pain. I started ruining my bed, throwing sheets around, and tearing at my pillow. I took out my found wand, aimed at the little owl, and shouted, "Crucio!"

The bird crumbled to the floor in pain, rolling around and screeching. Then, it went pop! It exploded into tiny little feathers. 

What did I just do? That wasn't me! Did I just kill the bird? I don't even know what I said! What was that spell I just used? 

Voldemort chuckled, "Well done, Victoria. Let your anger out. They left you! You were the perfect child, and they left you!"

I was absolutely furious with Voldemort's true word. My eyes turned a bright, glowing green and I ran out of the dorm to find an empty classroom. There was always someone in there. My hood was over my head so no one could see my eyes. 

I ran into Draco, I quickly said that I was sorry and tried to run off, but he grabbed my hand trying to talk to me, "What is going on? You haven't spoken to me since the accident."

"Nothing, just let me go, Malfoy," I resisted, trying to free my grip whilst trying to hide my glowing green eyes from his view.

Draco let go, opposing force causing me to fall to the ground. My hood fell off and he stared at me wide-eyed. My hood revealed my face with bright green eyes, they glowed even more. I got up swiftly, attempting to hide my face with my hood.

A forming black door opened up beside me on the blank wall. I had read about it in Hogwarts: A History. It was the Room of Requirement and it only appeared to those in great need. I ran inside to find an empty, dark room only with a mirror. 

Draco followed me inside, asking questions. Unlike the Mirror of Erised, this mirror was small, circular, and floating. I looked at myself, my eyes were glowing even brighter than ten seconds ago, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. Voldemort crept in a foul whisper, "What are you doing? Unleash your anger! Your parents left you after you became better! Your best friend, Draco, left you to die in the hands of a dangerous creature! Your friend, Harry Potter, only used you to stop me! Nobody likes you, but I can help you if you just give in."

"No, no, no, no!" I resisted Voldemort, clutching my head. I didn't want to believe his words. Harry didn't just use me.

"Victoria! What is wrong?" Draco inquired, grabbing my wrists to help control me.

"Give in, child! You deserve everything you ever wanted! You deserve it, you just have to want it! Give in to me. I can help you!" The Dark Lord lowly requested. I broke from Draco's grip. I looked into the mirror in tears, I saw myself. I saw a little girl, who was in pain, she didn't deserve this. 

My vision went black and I saw Voldemort. He had pale skin, dark robes with a ripped hooded part. He walked into a house and killed a man with dark and curly hair with glasses, then he walked upstairs to find a woman with red hair. She pleaded, once again, with the hooded figure to kill her and not Harry, so he did. He pointed his wand at Harry, he shot out a spell to kill him and instead blasted himself back.

I blipped out, staring at myself. I asked within, "You tried to kill Harry? He was just a baby! Why?"

"He possesses strong power, I had to! Or else he would defeat me when he grows old," The Dark Lord explained in sorrow. He was fearing his plan would now crumble to pieces.

"How? He was just a baby!" I responded disgusted by Voldemort's actions. At that moment, I realised, "My parents were just scared for themselves. And Draco? He never meant to hurt me. I was so overwhelmed by my pain, that I didn't see that."

"I'm so sorry, Victoria! I never meant to hurt you! It was an accident," Draco held back tears.

"This is wrong! I'm sorry, Voldemort!" I screamed.

"Voldemort?" Draco was stunned at the name I just spoke. "Voldemort's in your head?!"

"Get out!" I ordered, grabbing my head ferociously. "I'm not going to give in! I'm not going to let you control me, or kill Harry, or any of my friends, or family!"

"Fight it!" Draco cheered trying to help me release myself from Voldemort's grasp in my mind.

With the loudest ear-splitting scream, Voldemort couldn't take it. A green blast and a handful of dust sprang from my chest in the shape of Voldemort's face. He flew out of the room and I collapsed on the floor, my body too weak to move.