Amy Riddle - Volume 3: The Deathly Hallows (A Voldemort's Daughter Story)

Part 6

Chapter 6

Amelia's POV

It was the night of the ambush. The plan? Very simple: the Death Eaters would distract the Order long enough for my father to finish Harry off. My nerves? Practically on fire nonetheless.

We had ten minutes left til our departure. Malfoy Manor was bustling with dozens of Death Eaters, all equipped with their wands and brooms. Draco had slithered back into his room at some point earlier in the evening, but we had already said our goodbyes, so I figured I wouldn't see him again before takeoff. That was okay with me - I knew seeing him would only make me more nervous. I made my way through packed hallways to the foyer. Seeing the Death Eaters in all their riled up bloodlust only made me more nervous. They, unlike me, would not hesitate to kill my old friends.

For the past few hours I had been deliberating whether or not I could slink into the shadows and disappear for the whole night, avoiding my father and his potential snooping. But ultimately I decided that it would not be a good idea. I knew that my father would be watching, and like he said, if I didn't prove to him that I was committed to his cause, I would be dead by the end of the night. So that's what's up. That's why I was so nervous.

I actually coudn't find my father at all. I suspected he was lurking around somewhere, not ready to make a dramatic entrance until Harry's death was guaranteed. Many of the Death Eaters were unrecognizable to me, and honestly looked quite identical among the mass of black cloaks and angry faces. Nonetheless, I craned my neck, with the hopes of finding someone familiar. Maybe Snape. He could probably find a way to settle my stomach.

That is, if he decided to give me the time of fuckin' day.

As I made my way towards the front door, however, I heard a hoarse shout from behind me. "Time to go!"

And with that, Death Eaters began practically pouring out of the doorway behind me. Everyone had been briefed on the plan, so it really didn't take much more direction than that to get everyone rearing to go. I couldn't count the number of men my father had assigned to this task. There must have been at least a hundred, if not more, and I had a hard time visualizing a scenario in which Harry and the Order made it out alive. At least based on sheer numbers alone.

The minute the Death Eaters passed through the threshold of Malfoy Manor, they took off from the ground in a whoosh of black smoke, zooming on their brooms up and away towards our destination. I waited, hesitating on the front porch as Death Eaters jostled me from side to side in their rush to the skies. Eventually, I was the last one standing in the doorway.

I didn't want to go. Oh god, I thought to myself. I can't fuckin' do this. I just wanted to die, I just wanted to die, I just wanted to die. All brain activity in my head at the current moment was very death-oriented - how my life would be easier if it was over, how I never asked to be born, and I never asked for this responsibility. I closed my eyes in a brief moment of regret and sadness, then opened them, decided it was best if I just shut the fuck up for a few hours, mounted my broom, and took off.

I pushed any thoughts of death and dying out of my mind as I flew through the skies over the countryside. The Death Eaters weren't too far ahead of me, so it only took a little time for me to catch up with the masses. I craned my neck to try to catch a glimpse of anyone I may have known, but among the clouds and trails of black smoke, it was impossible.

It took us a while to reach the location. Harry would be taking off from the house that Harry was raised in, in a small muggle neighborhood in suburban England. The seemingly hundreds of Death Eaters would have looked something like a flock of birds in the clouds from far away. There were just so many of them. Of us, I probably should start saying. I shook my head to myself, feeling some mixture of pity, sadness, and disappointment at myself, both because I had so quickly conformed to the will of my father and his followers, and because my life was simply so pathetic and complicated that somehow, through some sort of cosmic, divine intervention, it was my little consciousness that got stuck in this shitty situation.