Calli's Confession
Steam curled lazily from the cauldron, the air thick with sugar and something faintly singed in the disused bathroom on the seventh floor that evening. Half-wrapped boxes of Canary Creams sat scattered across the counters, Lucy's uneven bows stacked beside Stella's perfectly tied ones.
Fred was leaning over the sink, poking suspiciously at a new batch.
"I'm telling you." He said. "If this one turns people into-"
"Fred."
He paused.
Something in her voice.
Different.
He turned.
Calli was sitting on the edge of the counter, hands resting in her lap, shoulders just a little too still.
Fred straightened immediately.
"What is it?"
She hesitated.
That alone made something in his chest tighten.
Calli didn't hesitate.
Not like this.
Then she exhaled.
"Theo said something to me the other day." She began quietly.
Fred didn't interrupt.
Didn't even move.
"He said I'd have my fun with you and dump you." A faint, humorless breath left her. "Because it's the right thing to do."
Fred's jaw ticked but he stayed quiet.
Calli's fingers curled tighter together.
"And then..." She swallowed, eyes dropping briefly. "I overheard Snape. With Karkaroff."
That got his full attention.
"They were talking about a mark." Her voice lowered. "That it's becoming more prominent."
Fred frowned, something darker settling behind his expression.
Calli's hand moved without her noticing, her thumb brushing slowly over her palm.
Over the scar.
"The Dark Mark." She whispered. "They didn't say it out loud but they didn't need to."
The words didn't echo.
They sank.
Heavy.
Final.
"I don't know what that means, Fred." She admitted, her voice thinner now. "But I do know it's not good."
Her breathing wasn't steady anymore.
Not controlled.
"I've seen what my father is capable of." She continued, quieter, like saying it too loudly might make it real again. "The things he expects of me..."
Her shoulders tensed.
"And Theo." She shook her head slightly. "He wasn't mocking me. Not really. He, he sounded certain."
That was the worst part.
"He thinks I'll choose it." She said, almost to herself. "That when it comes down to it, I'll do what I was raised to do."
A pause.
Her voice dropped further.
"What if he's right?"
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Callidora ☆ Fred Weasley
FanfictionCallidora Nott has always known exactly what is expected of her. As the daughter of one of Britain's oldest pure-blood families, her future has already been carefully planned; alliances, power, and a life shaped by tradition she never chose. At home...
