Being His Daughter

Death Eater on the Loose

"Father, you're back! Merlin, you're back," I mumbled as I hugged him. I could feel one of his hands pressed to the back of my head, holding me to him. To him. It felt unreal that he was here in front of me; like I was really just hugging him in another dream, but it wasn't like that anymore. He was here, and things were going to be different.

I finally forced myself to pull away and look up at him. He had a small smile on his face, but there was something in his eyes: anger. I immediately knew why, remembering Harry as he disappeared with Cedric's body and the Cup.

"My dear," father said, placing one of his cold hands on my cheek. I grabbed his hand; his real hand.

"Yes?" I asked.

"You must go back to the school."

He might as well have just slapped me across the face.

"What?" I barked, throwing his hand off of me and taking a step back. "Go back to — to the school? Why? No! You're here now and we're — we're going to take over the Wizar—"

"Sierra—"

"No!" I repeated, my hands balling into fists. His eyes narrowed and the fire behind his eyes grew when I interrupted him, but I knew the anger behind my own eyes was growing too, so I continued, "I did not go through all of this just to go back! I've waited my entire life for this and so have you—"

"Sierra!" he snapped. He didn't raise his voice, but the iciness of it made me snap my mouth shut, breathing hard out of my nose. He was still fiddling with his wand as he began to pace again in front of me. "Potter has escaped once again," he said. I was so close to him that the pounding in my head suddenly began as he got angrier and angrier. "He slipped right through my fingers... I almost had him... Never mind that, though, we will get him, my dear, but that is why you must go back... We haven't killed him and he is still oblivious to who you really are. You can continue with the mission for him to trust you..."

Several of the Death Eaters around us began to chuckle evilly at that, but my brain turned it all to static; all that was going through my head was Harry. The way he just had to get away. The way he just had to get away every single time. I had been trying to just get him through that blasted maze but no, he just had to help Cedric. He had to freaking help him. He was even the reason Cedric got killed! He just had to bring him. He couldn't be selfish just once and grab the bloody Cup before he did, could he? No! And he couldn't just have died when my father tried killing him when he was a baby, could he? No! He made my father lose all his power and ruined our lives! Stupid Harry freaking—

"POTTER!" I screamed. I hadn't even realized I had squeezed my eyes shut, but now, as they opened with a snap, I could feel them tingling—no—burning. "He ruined everything!" I whipped my wand out of my pocket and pointed it at the first thing I looked at; one of the Death Eaters. I didn't even say anything; my anger was enough for my wand to shoot out spells of it's own, just like it had when Pansy made me snap.

The Death Eater jumped out of the way just in time, and my spell went sailing off into the darkness, but I wasn't done, my heart was still pounding, my eyes burning, my wand shaking in my had. I pointed at everything besides my father, shooting out jets of light that elicited loud booms that almost shook the ground. I could barely focus on what I was hexing or even what spells I was firing; for all I knew, I was shooting out the famous Avada Kedavra. All I saw was Harry. Harry defying my father in front of the Mirror of Erised. Harry laying in front of my father's stabbed diary.

"Sierra, dear," my father chuckled icily. "That's enough, dear. Control yourself." He sounded lighthearted, so I didn't stop. I didn't even think I could stop.