Lost And Found

Chapter 1

I sit on the bay window of my family's sitting room, my cheek pressed against the cool glass and my hands tracing patterns in the fog. I peel my cheek off the window and I can barely make out my reflection. My hazel eyes are paler than usual, and I have puffy bags under my eyes from lack of sleep and stress. My wavy brown hair is held up in a bun, showing the hair that's died blue underneath. It emphasized my cheek bones and makes my face look slim and angular. I hear the click of high heels on the wooden floor and turn to see my mother standing a few feet away from me wearing a simple black dress under a long black cardigan.

"It's time," she whispers. I rise from my perch and smooth out my clothing. I'm dressed in black leggings and a large fuzzy black sweater.
She nods approvingly, not even trying to lecture me about how 'this isn't appropriate for meeting the dark lord' or whatever. That's when I know we're in trouble. My parents told me this morning that the dark lord was coming to discipline my father about a failed mission. He was supposed to kill Cornelius Fudge, but he got caught and has just escaped from Azkaban, so the dark lord is definitely not happy. Both my parents are death eaters so they must both do his biding.

My mother looks at me with such pride I almost shrink in her presence. She is an extremely powerful witch, but when my dad was gone, I saw another side of her. A weaker, sadder side. Thankfully she's seemed much happier and back to normal ever since he got out. My mother opens her arms and I immediately fall into her embrace.

"Don't worry Katia," she soothes, "Everything will be alright. Just remember to be respectful and do exactly what he says."

"Of course Mother," I reply, before moving out of her arms.

We walk out of the sitting room, down the long, high ceilinged main hall, and into the meeting hall, where we are met by none other than Voldemort himself. My father is already sitting ashen faced to his right, his hands, although folded calmly together, twitch every few seconds.

"Ah yes, Ella and Katia Ferin come to join us at last," Voldemort hisses, his nostril slits flaring slightly. His chalky white skin is stretched over his face, and his eyes resemble those of a snake. He walks up to me, so close that I can hear the air whistle as he inhales though his snake-like nose. He reaches out a white, bony hand and suddenly takes my left forearm in his hand and raises it to his face, "Alas, this is where I must place my trust. In the hands of two seemingly faithful children."

My heart pounds in my chest, and I resist the urge to snatch my arm away and run out of the hall. Every part where he has touched me feels poisoned, contaminated.

He finally lets go of my arm and I subconsciously clutch it to my chest.

"Ferin I see that you have failed me," Voldemort continues, gliding over to my father who, watching as Voldemort raises his wand, stands up from his chair.

"Y-yes my Lord," my father stammers, terrified.

"I should kill you now, shouldn't I," he hisses, bringing the tip of his wand to my father's neck. When he doesn't answer, Voldemort turns back to me, but still keeping his wand pressing into the soft flesh of my father's throat. "The girl," he begins again, "She will be faithful?"

"Of course my lord," my father gasps, almost choking from the mere pressure of the wooden wand.

I can hardly even process what is happening. What about me? Am I supposed to serve him? I'm not even a death eater....And then it dons on me. My father, my own father, is going to allow the Dark Lord to give me the dark mark to spare his own life. Betrayal comes up my throat in the form of bile, and it takes everything I have not to break down right there, and throw up all over the table.

"Katia, would you like to become a death eater, join me in conquering the wizarding world and becoming powerful?"

My heart is racing at a hundred miles an hour, and the blood is pounding in my ears. I don't know what to do, I don't know what to say. All I can think is no. No no no. I don't want to become a killer, I don't want to be forced to murder innocent people. The only thing I can think to do is shake my head no. Big mistake.

"No?" Voldemort laughs, a screeching, cackle that chills my bones, "Well then perhaps I should persuade you." He then turns to my father and yells "Avada kedavra!" There is a flash of green light and my father's lifeless form lays slumped over the table. My mother cries out and rushes to his side, burying her face in him while sobbing.

I feel the tears rolling down my cheeks as he cackles again, "Are you agreeing yet? I don't hear you agreeing!" Then turning to mother he yells crucio, and my mother is lifted of the ground, flailing and screaming. I can't take it anymore.

"Yes!" I scream.

The dark lord stops cursing my mother, and she falls with a dull thud onto the oak table. He glides back over to me and touches his wand to the bare skin of my left forearm. Pain seers through my arm and into my mind. The last thing I see is a jet of green light hit my mother and she goes still. Then the pain consumes me and everything goes black.

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Thanks for reading!! This is the first chapter, it's a little short but the next one should be longer... anyways, tell me what you think in the comments! Thanks!

~kiara