When I reached my room I slammed the door shut. Locking it behind me, before I ripped off my cloak, and kicking off my shoes and threw them somewhere in the room.
Before I proceeded to angrily go paced in front of the hearth.
'What has gotten into me?' My mind was reeling on the events that happened the last month and a half. I realized I was losing control of what I originally wanted.
To keep Tom away from becoming Lord Voldemort in the future. To which I quickly concluded I had failed.
As the shock sunk deeper into my mind, I began to feel tears pool in my eyes.
I wondered whether or not I was sacrificing a part of myself in order to save Tom. I couldn't let that happen, not yet, any way.
I sat in the arm chair until I heard three purposeful knocks on the thick wooden door of my room. I flicked my wrist, to unlock the door, without taking my eyes from the dancing fire.
"Sophie, are you alright?" Bella asked as she crept into the room, already in her night dress.
"No. Not really, no." I said, as I felt the tears begin to roll down my face.
"Why is that? What's wrong? Whose behind do I need to wipe the floor with? Is it Parkinson again? Because if it is, I will do it gladly." She threatened, sitting down on the floor next to me feet.
"Have you ever felt like you're hurting yourself by helping someone else?" I asked, looking at her, hot tears still running down my face.
"Not in particular, why? What does that have to do with you crying alone here instead of going back to my room and staying with my sisters and me?" She asked, not comprehending.
"I-it's about helping someone I care about, but I feel like I am losing a part of myself by doing so. The human part, the good part. The part that cares." I explained, sniffling.
"Does this have to do with the altercation you had earlier with that MacLaggen kid, that ended with Riddle throwing you over his shoulder?" She asked, amused.
Ah, so she did understand, we'll to a certain extent.
I nodded, looking back at the fire. She scoffed in response and stood up, looking at me before she began to pace.
"Honestly, I don't think you can lose part of yourself. You are the nicest person I have ever known. Nothing can change that, not even your knowledge of the Dark Arts. Right now, I am almost positive that you feel this way because of everything that's happening with your powers. This is all new to you, I think you may be even more powerful than Riddle." She said, gasping in realization.
"That is what your prophecy meant wasn't it?" She ranted, suddenly coming to a halt, as she turned her gaze toward me.
"Bitterness returns.
As he who seeks power
He will fall under the hands of
she who once showed mercy..."
"That's what the prophecy meant. Riddle is the one who is seeking power, meaning he is the one who is going to fall into...wow. I just understood my prophecy too. Oh, Merlin's beard, Sophie, why didn't you say anything?" She asked, almost shocked.
"I couldn't, my hands were bound; it'll change the future if I do, dooming everyone here." I explained, wiping my face.
Bella's face paled that instant.
"I-I die, don't I?" She asks, for once her voice low, barely above a whisper.
I nod once, pained as I watched Molly kill her. All my loved ones go into a war to fight each other, I wasn't going to let that happen.
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