Another Side of War ➸ Camren

Prologue

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What a waste of time.

That was what went though my mind in that dark and empty dinning room, as lonely as the soul of the people who lived in that mansion that served as the General Headquarters. My eyes scanned the entire length of the huge table of 12 seats to find Draco's grey eyes expressing his dislike for me. My uncle and aunt, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, looked at me expectantly, and I know the reason why.

Since the murder of my parents, Michael and Clara, my aunt and uncle have been raising me as a favor for all the years that my mother kept her brother hidden in her house during the hunting that went down against the Death Eaters when Lord Voldemort disappeared.

Two years later, when that Potter boy started attending to Hogwarts, I was already in second year, and my house was raided by members of the Order of the Phoenix causing my parents to die in the confrontation. My parents were not even Death Eaters, they refused to join the Fallen Lord's followers when I was born.

Today I start the sixth year and with my 16th birthday next, everyone expects me to become a Death Eater. Expectations fell on me since the damn wand chose me, but that's a story for another time. My only hope is the link existing between Potter, Voldemort and I, although anyone but Dumbledore, my uncle and aunt and I know that.

"What do you intend when you turn 16, Lauren?", asked Lucius at the other end of the table.

I rolled my eyes dropping the spoon on the plate, causing a sound to echo through the room.

"My answer remains the same as eight months ago, Uncle", I smile cynically. "I will continue my studies 'til I graduated. After that, I plan to infiltrate into the muggle's world."

His nostrils flared and his hands clenched into fists. Narcissa barely looked up from her plate, always so submissive to her husband as Draco, who had grown like a spoiled brat who followed his father's ambition to become a Death Eater.

"To do what? Get a job in the Ministry? Be treated as those who are below us? Don't be childish, we have a tradition, you'll get your arm tattooed"

"Your family has a tradition", I emphasized the word 'your'. "My parents weren't involved in this senseless war and neither will I. That's the end of the conversation" He slammed his fist on the table, bringing the attention of all of us to him, and shot me a glare that I made sure to ignore.

"Your parents were weak, little cousin. They didn'thave what it takes to fight the Order and were killed, and you're being like them"

I got up so quickly that the chair behind me slammed into the ground and scared the House-Elf who served us. I walked up to Draco and grabbed him by the collar forcing him to stand up. Narcissa screamed at me to stop, but that idiot had gone too far offending my parents.

"Never. Dare. To. Call. Them. Weak", I hissed and grabbed his neck forcing him down until he hit the table hard. Lucius was already at my side, but didn't touch me. He was a coward, just like his son, at least they had that connection. "You're a coward, spoiled and arrogant. You live to catch Potter's attention. You're miserable. You want to be a Death Eater? Go ahead, join the war just so you can get killed like most of your father's friends"

Draco was panting with fear, and his eyes were wide and searching for help in his father, but Lucius didn't have the courage to fight me in that situation. He knew I was powerful, I had developed an incredible power at such a young age that made me be desired by both sides of the war. I could conjure nonverbal spells without training (something that didn't happen too often), and I had already conjured the Expecto Patronum, which happened to be a lion.