Blood ━ Harry Potter (1)

PROLOGUE. YOU ARE NOTHING

PROLOGUE.
YOU ARE NOTHING

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1996

Darkness crept in from all corners, covering the room like a blanket. The air was stiff and unmoving, the movements of the people were constructed and calculated. Her legs were crossed and her hands lied precisely on her knee, head turned up and frizzy hair pulled back as she waited.

The other two people in the room kept their eyes on her. Her situation was more than peculiar, seeing as none could trust anything about her from the color of her school robes and defiant streak she had plagued upon everyone. Yet, she stayed there, ready.

Nothing moved for seconds, minutes even. The two onlookers stayed in their different corners, ready at any minute to seize her or bow to their lord, and she continued to sit with her posture straight as she looked out of the only open window, seeing as the light turned into dark and the clouds went to stars.

A curt knock hit the door, sending a single chill down her spine as she waited for the next move. Mother always told her it was better to keep quiet, think of it as a chess game, and think of yourself as the queen. Blinking, she went through her mantra again; you're alright, you're alright, you're alright.

"My Lord," the closest to the door answered when he opened the door, moving out of the way and letting his slaves and master into the room in which she waited.

"Ah," the man which everyone feared walked in front of her, taking in her appearance, "what do we have here?"

Her eyes flickered up to him, this was the name that everyone feared yet she showed no sign of it. She had been trained for this moment, there would be no need to fear him.

"Her name is -" the man stepped forward, his eyes with bags under it from the constant stress he had dealt with over the long summer and the year before that.

"I do not care what her name is," the feared man cut off his servant, "But what she has come to offer me if I give her a better life."

She should have had a bitter face, the things he said were lies, but she could not show anything other than loyalty to him. The plan had to succeed, even if it meant it ended in her death, but it could not start with it.

"The Order of the Phoenix is back in order," she said to him solemnly, not letting the others speak for her, "And I was conducted into it. I could be a spy for you."

He sent her a sick smile, "But what if I already have a spy."

"One that the others do not trust?" she raised her eyebrow, "Only Dumbledore trusts Snape, everyone else is...apprehensive of him, for better words."

"And they trust you?"

"I am in Gryffindor, given them no reason to distrust me and can easily befriend Harry Potter if you see fit," she told him, "Of course they trust me, everyone in the Order trusts me."

A curt nod was sent to her, like a signal that he liked what he was seeing. "And why would I trust you? How do I know you won't betray me?"

The question was simple, only a simple answer was needed. But she knew that many had failed to answer it properly. Any Slytherin he would welcome with open arms, knowing that their parents wouldn't allow them to betray him. But her...she was a Gryffindor, why should he trust her?

She saw the man who opened the door shuffle behind her, waiting at any moment to disarm her, she knew it. The other who had been in the room before his lord had appeared moved towards the door, making sure that she couldn't leave if she tried.