"My name is Mariella Lestrange. My mother is Bellatrix Lestrange. My father is Tom Riddle. I am sixteen. I have little memory. I dream of four almost identical boys. Pain helps me see my memories." I say emotionlessly.
The therapist watches me carefully.
"How do you know that you see your memories when you are pain?" She asks.
"A woman came here and decided to use the Cruciatis Curse on me since I threw snowballs at her when she was in a meeting with my family." I tell her.
"How do you feel?" She asks.
"Emotionless. Painless." I tell her.
"What do the four boys look like?" She asks. I pull a picture I drew of them out of my pocket. I hand it to her.
"Do you know who they are?" She asks.
"I believe they are quadruplets." I tell her.
"Why dou think that?" She asks.
"Thy all look the same." I tell her.
"How do you know that they aren't the same person?" She asks me.
"I just know deep down." I tell her, finally turning to look at her.
"Okay, that is enough for the day. May I keep this picture?" She asks.
"Go ahead. I have enough to last a lifetime." I tell her.
She looks confused.
"Come with me. I'll show you." I sigh, getting up and walking to my room with her next to me. I walk into my room and she sees the wall I drew on when I had no more paper.
Their faces cover the wall. On another wall, hundreds of papers cover it with their faces covering each page. On the desk, stacks of the same picture, over and over again. Nothing else. Just them.
"How long has this been happening?" She asks.
"Every night." I tell her.
"Aunt Narcissa made me a drawing room next door." I tell her, leading her into the room.
All six walls have a picture on them of their faces, or singular four faces. You can see the slight differences with each picture.
"These are the boys that make up my dreams when I sleep." I tell her as Mom and Dad walk in, seeing this room for the first time. They glance at each other.
"Mariella, what is this?" Dad asks calmly.
"My dreams." I whisper, seeing the pictures on the walls.
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The Riddle Daughter And Her Four Mates #2
FanfictionMy name is Mariella Lestrange. My mother is Bellatrix Lestrange. My father is Tom Riddle. I am sixteen. I have no memory. ----------------------- I am the daughter of the Dark Lord and Bellatrix Lestrange. I have no memory of who I was before I lost...
