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12. Suffering Truth

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Y/N means Your Name
M/N means Middle Name
L/N means Last Name
F/C means Favorite Color
E/C means Eye Color

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●Y/N's POV●

The beautiful creature flies over the forbidden forest, as I feel anger boiling inside of me. I sigh, trying to control it; but to no value.

Tears start forming on my eyes, as I think over today's events.. The Twins actually broke our bond.. How could they? We had something strong between us and they threw it out the window as if it was something easy to build.

I sniff, an unbearable silence surrounding the air. I lead the Hipogriff towards the castle, feeling the cold air hitting my face, as it starts to get sticky, by the shed tears.

It lands somewhere quietly, where students haven't gathered. I pet its snout to thank it for carrying me. His eyes narrow behind me and its mouth releases an unbearable scream.

I close my ears with my palms, until the scream fades. When I turn around to see who's behind me, I spot many figures; Dementors.

My eyes go wide and my heartbeat increases speed, as they stall nearer. I swallow the lump in my throat and take out my wand. "Go, now! Leave!" I yell at the Hipogriff, as it flies off.

I take deep breaths, to decrease my panic and yell for my Patronus. "Expecto Patronum!". The Lioness escapes the wand and thrusts at the Dementors. She roars, as she draws nearer to them, as they pull back.

The Lioness runs in circles around me, protecting me from the danger. I hear footsteps walking and look behind me, turning my head first.

The person stops in front of me; Bellatrix Lestrange. I give her my best death glare, as she studies me up and down. Her signature-sinister grin appears, as she chuckles loudly.

I feel cold sweat on the back of my neck, as she behaves like the psycho she is. "What do you want?" I ask her with gritted teeth.

She stops laughing and looks at me with a cold smile. "My daughter back." she replies sternly. "And what do I have to do with it." I ask, making it sound more like a simple sentence, instead of a question.

"My dear child, you are my daughter. You should've never been taken from me. Judging by your bravery, you would be a perfect fit for the Dark Lord's army." her terrific words escape her lips.

I swallow, feeling dizzy. "You're lying! You're not my mother!" I yell, an unbearable headache forming into my skull. "And how do you explain the rumors on Hogwarts? The fire that lives with your emotions? The fact that you get along with a Death Eater?"

The last part confused me. "A Death Eater?" I ask, not answering her previous questions. "My dear, you'll soon find out and get to your senses. Until then, your father and I, will await to give you the mark." she replies, making me more confused.

"My... Father? Is my father a Death Eater? Who could be?!" I ask, my voice breaking at the last part. Fresh tears form on my eyes, until they slip on my cheeks. I look next to me; my Patronus is standing alongside me.

I kneel, placing my forehead on hers, still sobbing, as I take in the truth; I'm not the muggleborn I thought I was. I'm not coming from a brave and kind family, but a family full of villains, Death Eaters, fools.