Dark Love

Prolouge

Parents is a great thing to have, I suppose. Someone who always loved you, no matter what you did. Someone who always cared for you no matter how bad things was. 

Well, that would have been nice if I had any.

 However I remember when things got bad. Really bad...

4 years ago

"Have fun hun! And remember to write every week. We need to know which house you get in" my mother, Odile, exclaimed happily as she waved after me at platform 9 3/4. My first train to Hogwarts was supposed to leave in ten minutes, and after a tearful goodbye with my parents, (mostly from my mother), I quickly hurried through the crowd of people. Parents, siblings and grandparents saying goodbye to their loved ones before they boarded the huge, red locomotive. 

As I was half jogging towards the men who were supposed to take the luggage, I stumbled in someones feet and fell straight towards the ground. Or so I thought. I carefully looked up to see my savior, a dark haired boy with round glasses, a slightly worried expression on his face. "Are you okay?" he asked concerned.  "Oh my! I am so sorry, I tripped in someones feet and..." I was quickly cut of by a sharp voice behind me, and it did not belong to the helpful boy in front of me. "Hey! Watch were you are going, mudblood" he spat, a vicious grin on his face as he looked towards me. I straightened up and turned around, becoming face to face with a blonde haired boy. I knew I had seen him somewhere before, but I could not quite place his familiar face. "Mudblood?!" I hissed at him. "How dare you?" "Oh, so we got a feisty one here guys. Maybe this will be an interesting school year after all". I watched as the two chubby boys behind him laughed, the blonds smirk only growing bigger. 

"Ugh!" I shouted in frustration as I stomped my foot in the ground. I would not make a scene, at least not here with the parents and everything. I turned around and looked at the boy who had caught me. "Thank you" I replied with a small smile, my anger gone as soon as I met his forest-green eyes. "No problem. I'm Harry" the boy named Harry greeted and reached out his hand. I took it and smiled gratefully. "Odette," I replied. Our conversation was soon interrupted, again, by a voice, the same as last time. 

"Now look, isn't this just adorable. I bet they both would do well in Huffelpuff, don't you think? The friendly, peaceful ones and the house with fewest successful wizards" he snorted and looked at us, mischievousness glinting in his eyes. I glared back at him, rage bubbling on my inside. He just snorted and was about to turn away when I gripped the collar of his perfectly ironed shirt. "How dare you call me pathetic? Don't you know who I am? I am a Blackwood, and if you want to keep that little head of yours on top of your shoulder I suggest you do not bloody piss me off. Got it?" I threatened him, glaring straight into his grey-blue eyes as he nodded carefully, slightly frightened. "Good". I released his shirt and pushed him backwards, right into his two friends. They stumbled into each other before turning and walking away, probably so he could go weeping to his mummy. I laughed at the thought. 

"Hey, great job with that asshat" a red haired boy said. He had appeared from behind Harry. "Thanks. And who are you may I ask?". "Ronald, but just call me Ron" he answered with a grin. "Very well then Ron. I am Odette" I told him and shook his hand. "Would you like to sit with me and Harry?" Ron asked, a hopeful flash in his eyes. "I would love to, let me just deliver my luggage" I pointed at my black and purple trunk in my left hand. "Great, we'll see you then" Harry suddenly said happily. "See you then Harry and Ron" and with that I hurried further down on the platform, as it was now only 5 minutes until the train left.

On my way I thought about what had happened with that prat of a boy. Why was he so familiar? I hated to be messed around by people who thought of themselves as more valuable than others. I knew it was awful, pulling the "last name card", but at that moment I did not care at all. He had tripped me and pissed me off, that was never a good combination. If I was going to this stupid school I could at least earn some respect. My father would want that, his thing was all about pride.

Suddenly I felt that my mouth was covered with a cloth, and I was dragged into a room that looked like a dark, empty office. I tried to scream for help, but it just sounded muffled through the fabric in front of my mouth. I kicked and punched, trying to break free from the kidnapper's grip, but to no use. I couldn't see anything or anyone as they tied me to, just my guessing, a foot of an office desk. I tried to scream again, and it sounded just as suffocated as last time. 

"Hush hush little Blackwood. We wouldn't have to kill you now, do we?" a male voice said in front of me. His tone hushed and snake like. I felt the pulse rise in my throat as the wizard's wand came in touch with my pale skin. "Hmm.. I wonder what your dearest mummy and daddy would say if I places His mark here" he mocked and tapped his wand at the inside of my left arm. I shivered and to my horror I realized what he had just said. His mark. He meant the man who shall not be named, he meant Voldemort. Then a sharp pain erupted in my arm and I hissed under my breath. 

 Just as he was about to say something at my expression of realization and agony, the door was opened and two people came in. At first I didn't see who they were, but then the light was turned on and I saw my parents. My mother had a bruise under her eye and a cut in her lip where dark red blood was spilling out. My father on the other hand looked as great as ever. His pride and power showing in his eyes as he pushed my mother onto the floor with me. 

I was confused for a moment, not understanding why my father would be working with a death eather. That was when I spotted a dark stain on his skin, the exact same place where my kidnapper had tapped me with his wand, and to my horror the dark mark had formed. My eyes widened in fright as realization dawned one me: my father was a death eather, and now I was one too. 

 "What have you done?!" I screamed at him from my position at the floor, clutching my arm. The fear turning into rage at his smug face. It was like he was enjoying this, hurting the people he loves. Or loved. "Oh nothing my little darling. Just what my master asked me to; destroy the rest of the Blackwood-bloodline". I struggled to get out of the ropes that bound me. To my left my mother was now in a sitting position. She tried to grab my arms to calm down, but I just flinched away. "Why?!" I demanded. Why would my own father do such a horrible thing? "You will only make things worse by asking Odette. Be silent" my mother told me calmly, but I could clearly see the fear in her eyes. 

"Oh no, by all means Odile. Tell her, tell her why her family name is so bad that even the Dark Lord himself want it gone. He has a lot of other more important things to attend to, so why would he care with this filthy family, what is it with the Blackwood name that makes it so...." my father stopped for a moment before continuing, as if searching for the right word "...unique" he finished, looking at my mother as if forcing her to tell. The other death eather in the room had now taken a seat in one of the old wheelchairs. It's rusty wheels screamed against the wooden floor with each centimeter. I got a better look at him. He was tall and blonde. His black suit a hard contrast against his pale skin. 

A loud noise sounded from the outside as people began to leave the station. Oh no! The train must have left! My mother used this small moment of distraction and turned to me. She then took a small stone out of her pocket and shoved it into my hand quickly. "Whatever you do Odette, do not use this before it is absolutely necessary. Promise me that. I love you" she whispered and looked over at my father and his "friend". They had now turned back towards us. 

My father looked at the small, shiny thing in my hand and was about to lunge for it when the other death eather shouted: "Avada Kedavra!" My father fell to the floor and I heard my mother gasp beside me. I didn't move, I was too shocked and frightened. The man then turned towards us and pointed his wand at my mother. She quickly took my hand in hers as the spell hit her. It became lifeless in my hands and my mother hit the floor with a thud. I still didn't scream or shout, not even cry. I just looked at the dead people who had once been my parents. I didn't even react when the wizard raised his wand for the third time and pointed it at me.  

"Avada Kedavra"