Being His Daughter

The Assignment

   Regardless of my body obviously being on the ground and aching, I stayed still when I came to, just laying there and trying to get my mind to work again. 

Them everything came back to me in a whirlwind: terrorizing with the Death Eaters, running through the forest, and then the shooting pain of my head as it slammed into something, which had left me in the state I was currently in. 

This renewed information caused my eyes to slowly open, and then they widened when my sideways vision focused; the forest—well, it didn't even look like a forest anymore—was completely burned, leaving only the thin and ashy skeletons of the once thick trees.

I slowly picked my head up off the dirt ground, supporting my upper half on my elbows. My head had been lying on a tree stump, which had a bit of blood on the side of it, and about five feet away from me, Harry was laying on his back with his glasses crooked on his face and blood dripping down the side of his head. I saw his arm move, and then his green eyes peeked open, his gaze landing directly on me. He blinked a few times, and then his eyes widened. I brought my hand up to my face self-consciously and touched where it stung. The wound on my head from the Whomping Willow had reopened and blood was oozing out of it. 

Harry dragged himself over to me with his elbows. "Are you alright?"

"Y-Yeah...I'm fine," I said quietly, bringing my fingers down from my head and staring at the crimson blood. Harry looked at something behind me and then stared at it. I slowly turned my head, and what I saw made my heart jump: there was a man, and I couldn't see his face from where we were, but I could tell he hadn't noticed us. His head slowly tilted up towards the sky, and then he thrust his wand into the air. 

"Morsmordre!"

Harry griped my arm tightly when a jet of green light shot out of the mans wand and up into the sky. A formation began to form in the sky, and when it finally took its shape, I sucked in an audible breath; it was the Dark Mark. The same mark I had a necklace of, the same mark that left a pink burn on my chest, and the same mark I would someday bear on my left arm; my father's mark. That's when I realized who the man was: Barty Crouch Junior.

The skull that had formed in the sky opened its mouth and a snake slithered out. Harry and I stared at it in awe for a second before—

"Harry! Sierra! Where are you?" It was Hermione.

Then Ron:"Harry! Sierra!"

Crouch Junior froze and then turned to us slowly. When he spotted us on the ground, he made a move toward us, and then noticing that Hermione and Ron were jogging toward us, spun on his heel and hurried into the burned trees just as the two worried Gryffindors made it to us, panting heavily and looking relieved. They helped us up before looking up at the mark worriedly.

"What is that?" Harry asked, gaping open mouthed toward the sky.

"It's—"

Hermione was cut off when there was a series of popping sounds around us, men in cloaks appearing in a circle around us. I thought they were Death Eaters for a second, but before I could even process anything—

"Get down!" Harry shouted.

I wasn't quick enough, though, and before I could even blink, the men shouted, "Stupefy!" and I got a face full of red sparks and my sore body collapsed to the ground. 

I sat up a mere second later, still in the same spot on the ground, only now I was alone. Even though I knew father had just got into my head, the fact that I knocked out for a second time tonight irritated me. I jumped up quickly and kicked a tree stump in aggravation.