Meant to Survive

ℂℍ𝔸ℙ𝕋𝔼ℝ 𝕏-𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕊𝕜𝕪

ℳ𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒶 𝒜ℯ𝓁𝒾𝓃 ℬ𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒻ℴ𝓇𝒹

"Finally!" Pansy moaned and fell on the couch of the common room.

"You hate school so much?" I smirked sitting down next to her. Other's got seated around on the couches, carpet, and armchairs.

"She does," Astoria confirmed.

"What does Voldemort look like?" I ask from nowhere.

"Tall," Blaise says after a while.

"Pale, white skin, like Dray's hair," Theo continues.

"Bold," Enzo answers.

"Nose-less," I say.

"Huh?" they also say in unison.

"He doesn't have a nose. Like, only the holes to breathe. Am I not right?" I explain myself.

"How do you know?" Daphne asks, amazed.

"I saw him in my nightmares. I see him all the time. And also on King Cross yesterday," I said, sitting up straight.

"It's impossible for him to be at King Cross!" Malfoy exclaimed.

"But he was," I insisted, "He was wearing a black tux with white dress shirt. When he appeared everyone started walking in slow-mo and I didn't hear anyone talk. It's like they didn't see him. And he was whispering to Potter. That he will find him. And kill him so he can reunite with his twin and parents. I didn't know he had a twin," I told them. Their faces got white. Like they just saw a human eating another human. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Nate yelled in a worried tone.

"You didn't let me!" I yelled back.

"Wait, wait," Theo interrupted us.

"Potter has a twin?" Malfoy exclaimed.

"You saw Voldemort?" Astoria and Pansy continued.

"Everything slowed down?" Daphne re-asked.

"Marta, look at me," Nathan grabbed my hand. I was so confused and even scared; Nathan was the same, "when did you start seeing him?"

"I-I think...like after my 11th birthday," I murmured.

"Scar?"

"Always. Almost every night."

"You think–"

"No. She would have told us then! There is no point of lying!"

"But she must know! You can be her!"

"Does Dumbledore know then?"

"I don't know!"

"Stop. Both of you," Matteo interrupted. We looked him in the eyes. His gaze moved between me, Nate, Malfoy, and floor, "What scar?" He asked after a while.

"It's none of your business," I spat, looking at him.

"Show," he demands.

"I don't know what are you talking about,"

"Show,"

"No,"

"Show,"

"I said, no,"

"Blackford, can you stop being so stubborn and do as I ask you?"

"No,"

"Marta, can you do it?" Nathan interrupts.