"'cause you and i, we were born to die."
|| lana del rey
Makayla
We walk into the Department of Mysteries, surrounded by shelves filled with crystal orbs. It's as if we're in a grocery store for prophecies. They all look faded though. All except for one.
As I approach one that is glowing and undull, I notice that everyone has separated. I'm now only with Louis.
"There's one with your name on it..." Louis says, pointing at the prophecy. I point at the one labelled 'Louis Lupin.'
We both grab the ones with our names on it. Mine starts weakly whispering to me.
"From the noblest family left alive, the firstborn daughter shall rise. A curse shall mark her, and to the world, she will appear as a monster, a creature of neither living nor dead. Shunned and feared, her path will be one of darkness. Yet in the shadow of hatred, she shall ascend, crowned as queen over all witches and wizards, her power undeniable, her reign undeniable," it whispers.
I stare at it in shock. What does that even mean? Noblest family left alive? What does that mean? I know many noble families. I'm in a noble family. They aren't all going to die out right? That's not possible. They can't kill entire families.
If this is my prophecy, what does it have to do with me? Probably nothing.
"Um—what did yours say?"
"Bunch of gibberish..." he mutters. When I look at him, I see that he is shaked—or scared. "You?"
"Same..."
"Harry!" I hear Neville shout.
"What's that about?" Louis asks, a confused smile on the same lips he kissed me with.
Before I get teh chance to respond, Harry shouts, "Makayla! Louis!"
We look at each other, now looking both worried and confused. After a few moments, we run in the direction Harry's voice came from.
Everyone is in the center of the large storage room, wands out. What?
I look at what they're pointing at, my worried expression shifting to an angry, almost scared one.
"Father?" I ask.
"Hello daughter," he says, smirking.
"What do you want?"
"What is in you and Harry's hands right there."
"What does Voldemort want with our prophecies?"
"He doesn't tell me his intentions, Makayla," he murmurs, taking a step forward. Louis steps in front of me in a protective manner.
"Come any closer and we'll drop them."
I hear a familiar evil laugh. "She knows how to play!" the voice shouts, emerging from the darkness. "Itty, bitty, baby... Makayla."
"Bellatrix Lestrange..." Neville says, astonished in an upset way.
"Neville Longbottom is it?" she asks. "How's mom and dad?"
"Better now they're about to be avenged!" he exclaims, lifting his wand. Harry stops him.
"Easy now..." Father says. "All we want are those prophecies..."
"Tell us where Sirius is!" I say.
"Oh, Makayla..." Father laughs. "I raised you better than this... Can't you tell dream from reality?"
My gaze falters as I look at Louis. He looks at me too before we both face forward again. We've been lied to.
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FanfictionMakayla Malfoy, daughter of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, is just a girl trying to get through her eight years of education at Hogwarts, until some crummy first years make that impossible. Now she must help them through their journey, so they don't do...
