❝Can you hear my heart breaking inside my chest? Can you hear my screams? Because I don't think you can, and that scares me even more, because what if no one saves me?❞
ORDER of the PHOENIX,
DEATHLY HALLOWS
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𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖎𝖝𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓 no golden girl
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IT WAS WEIRD, to consider yourself the villain of the story.Most villains considered themselves unlikely heroes, that they were doing good and had the right idea, only to be foiled. Or maybe they wanted mayhem, but it was strange for Maia to look in the mirror and not see a hero, but a villain.
She had never seen herself as a hero, it wasn't like she was the golden boy Harry Potter, but she had seen herself as neutral, or more aligned with good. But now, when she looked in the mirror, hiding her left arm so that no one could ever see it (not even herself), she was in true form a villain.
She was one of those who killed innocent muggleborns, who stood by the cause and allowed it. She was one of those who stood for blood purity above all, with the superiority that her want to vomit because they didn't deserve it if this was how they treated those "below" them. She was one who stood with Voldemort; stood for murder, elimination of a race, and domination.
No one would paint her as an unlikely hero; Maia Greene would go down in history as a villain. No one would deeper into it or get to know her story. No one would see how she was led astray, forced into this for the protection of her family, no one would care. They would see the mark, her name, and write their own story.
And as she looked at Draco Malfoy, with sunken features and sickly pale skin, dead, tired eyes with so little strength...it was solidified. They only saw his name, his house, and called him evil. No one looked deeper; no one saw the detrimental state of his health or his body. They saw him, but they didn't.
That was her.
As she stood, surrounding by gold, with treasure abounding farther than her eyes could see, jewels, diamonds, silver and gold...she felt utterly alone. Unworthy to see all this beauty, knowing she was disgracing it with her true nature, and unworthy to live. To stay in this castle, to have her magic, to bare the name Greene; she was completely unworthy.
"We're not getting anywhere with the cabinet," Draco brought up, as if she didn't see him kick at a pile of gold and curse just seconds earlier.
"I can see that," she said with no bite. He didn't deserve it, and she was too tired to give it even if he did, "So what are you gonna do? It's almost Christmas and we can't go to them without anything."
"Progress without near success is complete failure," Draco scoffed, looking at her when she frowned, "That's what my father always said. I can't tell him the truth."
"We can't lie either," Maia reminded him. Voldemort searched their minds and any lie would be uncovered, "But the cabinet needs more time."
