Dark Love

Chapter 1

A little authors note before we start: 

Hello my lovely readers! I am very grateful that you chose to click on this story and read the prolouge. I am very sorry if you did not find it interesting though, but please, help me get better by giving me feedback. Do not hesitate if you have any questions either:) 

As you see, this is a harry potter fanfic, and even though I wished the characters and stuff were mine, it is not. All of the characters, places, stuff, spells and so on, belongs rightfully to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. The only that is mine are my own characters such as Odette, her parents and others who might come in to the story later... The story line is mine aswell.

Anyway, again, thank you so much and by the way, the picture is Odette:)

Keep on reading. Here comes the first chapter. 

-Crazy_Fangirl123 <3

Present time...

The last time you heard from me I was killed. Or, well so you thought. The thing is:

 I survived. 

Yeah, believe it or not. I did. How, I guess I will never know, but for now I am just happy to be alive. 

Or was I?

This was the question I had asked myself for the last 4 years. Was I really happy to be alive in this fucked up, terrible world? 

My parents were dead. Check.

I did not have any family left. Check.

The Dark Lord had rose from the death. Check.

And I was a death eather. Check. 

Well, all of the signs that I am a terrible unlucky, lonely, miserable girl, were there. Oh, how screwed this life of mine was. 

I had lived alone since the incident at platform 9 and 3/4, traveling around London and England. I had stayed with one of my childhood friends, Carrie for the last year. Carrie and her family were muggles and I must say their life was peaceful compared to mine. 

I had learned many spells by myself over the years, but when one of Carrie's parents had watched me levitate a quill, I had not seen any other choice, but leave. I had obliviated them all, not leaving a trace of me behind. 

After that I had went from their cozy little house to my own manor. As I now walked around the familiar hallways and rooms, thoughts started to pass my mind. I had not dared to come home after the death of my parents, knowing that the dark mark could be traced, or worse, that the death eathers were waiting for me in my own home, pissed because I survived. 

But right now I didn't care. I needed to get the last of my things and belongings before I went away. To where?, you might think. Well, I am going to the safest place on earth. Away from the terrible mistakes of my past, away from death, and the most important thing: away from Him. 

Just the thought of him made me shiver with fear. I had heard of the scary things that had happened during the last course of the tri-wizard-tournament. Voldemort was back again, and with my mark I could not risk staying alone in the muggle world. Or in any other world for that case. But at Hogwarts, the famous Albus Dumbledore was headmaster, and the only thing Voldemort feared was exactly him. Therefore there could not be any safer place for me, considering the situation I am in. 

I had quickly found my room in the large, yet familiar, dark manor. The walls in my room was a dark shade of red. The rest of the items were either gold, green or black. In the middle of the room was a large bed, and as I had jumped into the large pillows, flashbacks of the good old days returned. Oh, how I had missed this room! 

But right now was no time for weeping and memorize my childhood. I went over to the black closet on the other side of my room, and tore out all of my clothes, jewelry and shoes and stuffed it into one of my many empty suitcases. As I packed I came over a dress I had not seen in a long time. I had used it at a ball once, a new-years-eve ball I think. It was a simple, yet a beautiful light grey gown with silver and black details. The waistband was in silk, a chiffon flower hung neatly on the side. It was beaded with a few white pearls, which I used to adore when I was younger. The skirt was in a darker grey than the top, and had small silver details here and there. The colour of the dress, light grey yet stormy and with a hint of silver,  seemed familiar, like I had seen it before, and not just on the dress...

I huffed in confusion and shook my head before continuing the packing. Putting my Hogwarts robe and wand in my dark-purple rucksack, I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a readhead, no doubt there. My mother's hair was black, my father's brown so how I ended up with it I really didn't know. My skin was pale and my body was slim, but not like these anorexia-thin girls. Just normally slim. My eyes though was a little bit more hard to explain. When I had been hit with the killing curse all those years ago (and surprisingly survived), my right eye had taken the blast. It was now green and a large scar going from the middle of my right eyebrow and a good way down my right cheek. I always hide it behind my hair, only showing off my normal blue eye. I didn't want all those questions about how I got the scar, or who did it, or the stares people give me. It was as if they just had seen a troll or something. Ugly and imperfect. 

I changed into a black wool jumper, which clung nicely to my upper body, black skinny jeans and a pair of combat boots. The shiny, white stone I had gotten from my mother right before she died... no... was murdered, hung in a necklace around my neck. A bright contrast to the black in my top. 

Just as I was about to leave, I remembered the old library at the second floor. All of the books I needed was there, which I was grateful for. I did not need to run into a death eather by accident in Diagon Alley. When everything was ready I hurried down the stairs, a suitcase in each hand and my rucksack slung over one shoulder, before continuing along the large hallway which led out to the beautiful Blackwood front yard. 

Lucky for me, our (or now my) house elf Wobby, had appeared in front of me as I was about to leave the house. "Oh miss Blackwood is back. What a joy, what a joy!" the little elf exclaimed happily as he took my suitcases. "Oh I am sorry Wobby, I was just about to leave". The little elves face fell as he looked at me. "But..but mistress just came home. Wobby is all alone now when both mistress and mister Blackwod is gone". I sighed as I looked at the small creature. "I am sorry Wobby, but what if I bring friends back home for christmas? Will that be okay?" I asked, hating to give the loyal house elf false hope. We all know that the last thing I am going to get, is friends. 

"Wobby would be thrilled is mistress brought back new friends! Wobby will make everything ready for mistress Odette's arrival. But may I ask where you are going?" The elf looked at me with large eyes full of curiosity. "I am going to Hogwarts Wobby. I think it is safest for me there" I answered honestly, not wanting to explain further. "Wobby understands. With he who-shall-not-be- named and his followers back, it would be wise of mistress to attend to Hogwarts" Wobby said understandingly, a small frown appearing on his face. "But how will miss Odette get to the Hogwarts express?". Damn, I had not thought about that yet. Noticing my lack of answer the little elf spoke: "Wobby would be honored to apparate miss Blackwood to the station". Apparate, of course! the house-elfes were allowed to apparate when and where they wanted. "That would be great Wobby". He smiled and then apparated us to Kings cross Station. 

I don't really know anything about my family. I had never met my grandparents, or my aunt and uncle, or any other relatives, and my parents were dead. I was completely family less, the last Blackwood. Or at least I had Wobby. We appeared at the crowded station full of parents and ,now, fellow students. "Mistress must write to Wobby, so Wobby know that mistress is safe". "I will Wobby. Thank you" I smiled softly at the elf before taking a trunk in each hand. "Goodbye. I will see you around christmas. Please look after the manor as you have done so loyally the last years". "Wobby will mistress. Goodbye then" and with that the fantastic little elf left me at platform 9 and 3/4. 

Yey! Another chapter. I hope you are enjoying the book so far. The next chapter will be a lot more exciting and thrilling than this one. 

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-Crazy_Fangirl123<3