The Dark Potter

Chapter 8

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The Dark Potter 8

Chapter 8

*Katherine*

                “Why?” I questioned Dromeda. Her face didn’t reveal what she was thinking, thanks to the Slytherin in her. However, Nymph did express her feelings

“Why? Because she’s living with the Malfoys. They are bad people!” Her voice raised to a yell by the end of her rant.

“I was raised by Cissy for several years until…” I froze I don’t think it would help my situation to mention that I was not left on the streets after mom was taken, but found my refuge on the streets. Refuge from sympathy, fear, and hatred. Lucius seemed to believe that had I not come around Dad wouldn’t have been distracted and killed by a baby.

“Until?” Dromeda questioned. I sighed. I could always bend the truth.

“Until I went looking for Dad myself.” I said confidently. Dromeda eyes widened as she seemed to be figuring something in her head.

“How old were you?” I thought for a moment was I nine or ten. I hadn’t been to the Malfoy’s in seven years, before I dropped of Annabelle, so I must have been nine.

“Nine, and I have turned out just fine.” I didn’t want to look at the shocked face I knew Dromeda would have so instead I turned to Nymph.

“You will get to see her without sneaking away.” I wanted to cringe, I didn’t like people making choices for me. Her point was true to my heart. I would get to see Anna more and wouldn’t have to sneak around anymore. Plus, I was a little scared to leave her near Lucius.

“Fine, but not because of you. For me and Annabelle.” I walked to the giant fireplace and just as I stepped in Dumbledore ran back into the room calling out,

“Wait!” He was too late I was whisked away in a green smoke. When I fell out of the fireplace I lay on the floor couching trying to get the soot out of my lungs. My eyes were watering and I didn’t see the wizards surrounding me with their wands drawn.

“Who the hell are you?” A rude voice asked I recognized it as Rabastian Lestrange, but he was in Azkaban. Wasn’t he? One of the stupid deatheaters mistook my silence and cursed me with the Cruciatus curse. I screamed out best I could since my throat was hoarse from smoke and soot.

“That’s enough. What is going on here?” a calm powerful voice rang out from the doorway of the drawing room. I didn’t listen closely enough to know if I knew the voice instead my thoughts were tunneled in on getting Annabelle out of this house. I knew what deatheaters did to little kids they didn’t know. I got up onto my knees and with my palms pressed against the floor and whispered ‘Bombarda’ causing an explosion to shake the ground and knocked everyone else to the ground. I got up and bolted from the room running to where Annabelle was hidden. I made it up the stairs and around the corner before a deatheater appeared in front of me from a cloud of smoke.

“Crucio” He yelled I smirked and threw a protego blocking the attack. His face grew angry before he smirked as well. Noticing his face I turned quickly, but was still hit with a stunning spell knocking me unconscious.

As my brain stirred I began to think about why there was deatheaters at the manor anyway. If I had control over my body I would have jumped for joy. Daddy must be back. The information I figured out gave me the strength to open my eyes. I was suspended upside down in the drawing room. I found deatheater surrounding me. I recognized a lot of them: there was Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, Dolohov, Mulciber, Rookwood, and Snape. I didn’t see mom or dad and my worry increased. The Malfoy’s were nowhere to be found either. I groaned out loud in frustration. How did I not know Dad was back?