GAMES OF FATES (H.P/T.M.R)

anger

Cassopiea’s eyes fluttered open, her tear-streaked cheeks feeling the weight of her grief. The pain of the will reading and Cedric's final words echoed in her mind, each memory a sharp reminder of her loss. As she lay in her room at Grimmauld Place, she suddenly felt a strange pull, a shifting of the air around her. The familiar sensation of being drawn into an ethereal realm surrounded her.

In a blink, Cassopiea found herself standing in an otherworldly space, a dimly lit realm filled with swirling mists and shifting shadows. The air was thick with a spectral energy that felt both unsettling and familiar. Before her materialized Marvolo’s astral projection, his spectral form hovering with an ethereal glow. His expression was a mix of remorse and resolve.

“Cassopiea,” Marvolo’s voice was soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the storm raging within her. “What’s wrong?”

His concern was like a cruel joke. Cassopiea’s heart, heavy with grief and anger, flared up in a tempest of rage. She felt her emotions boiling over, the grief of Cedric’s loss and the bitterness of her own helplessness merging into an uncontrollable fury. With a forceful shove, she pushed Marvolo away, her hands trembling with the intensity of her emotions.

“You!” Her voice was a venomous hiss, each word laced with anger. “You are the reason for all of this! You are the reason I lost Cedric, the reason my child will grow up without a father! You are the reason I was orphaned, and you are a curse that I wish never came into my life! I wish I had died the day of Halloween instead of my parents!”

Marvolo’s expression faltered, his eyes widening in surprise and hurt. He reached out, trying to calm her, his voice steady but filled with a tinge of desperation. He tries to open his mouth but, But Cassopiea was beyond reason. Her grief, her anger, and her sense of betrayal had consumed her entirely. She lashed out at him, her words sharp and cutting. “Don’t try to justify yourself now! Every misfortune in my life, every drop of sorrow, can be traced back to you! My parents, Cedric—every tragedy, every wound I carry, is because of you!”

Marvolo’s face twisted in a mixture of pain and frustration. He tried to physically restrain her, to hold her back from her own destructive fury, but his grip was too tight, and his attempt to reason with her seemed futile. Cassopiea’s magic, reacting to her distress, surged within her. A palpable energy filled the room, causing the very air around Marvolo to thicken, constricting and suffocating.

Marvolo stumbled back, his eyes wide with panic as Cassopiea’s magic coiled around him, squeezing at his throat. He fell to the ground, gasping for breath, his once-imposing presence reduced to a desperate struggle for survival. Cassopiea’s magic, driven by her raw pain, was unrelenting.

“You think you can simply float above it all, untouched by the consequences of your actions?” Cassopiea’s voice was a raw, tortured cry. “You think you can escape the damage you’ve done? Look at what you’ve made me become—broken, alone, and lost!”

Marvolo’s face contorted in anguish as he lay on the floor, his struggles growing weaker with each passing second. His eyes, usually cold and calculating, were now filled with a profound sense of guilt and remorse. “Cassopiea,” he choked out, His words were cut off by the intensity of Cassopiea’s magic, her anger pouring into every incantation. Yet, as the moments dragged on, her fury began to wane, replaced by the crushing weight of her sorrow. The torrent of her accusations turned into desperate sobs, her voice cracking as the reality of her pain hit her with full force.

“Cassopiea,” Marvolo’s voice resonated softly through the mists, his tone carrying a gravity that contrasted with the dreamlike atmosphere. “I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused you.”

Cassopiea’s heart clenched at his words, a wave of fury rising within her. “Sorry?” she spat, her voice trembling with a mix of anguish and anger. “Sorry doesn’t change the fact that Cedric is dead, that my child will grow up without a father. Sorry doesn’t bring back what was taken from me!”