"My Lord, where is the Lady?" Asked a female voice, "why isn't (y/n) with you?" Theodora questioned rushing to Tom's side trotting along him. Malfoy manor was relaxed and quiet, all of the Death Eaters were outside, enjoying the sun or the rest were doing their job; becoming assassins.
"Do not address me like that and do not ever ask for (y/n) ever again", he continued walking until he sat at the grand table, where he spotted a house elf and shouted in a booming voice, "come on you stupid dwarf! Serve me!" The elf shuddered and exclaimed while he ran back to the kitchen to prepare something for the young man to eat.
"Tom, where is she?" She said irritated.
The silence was deafening. All the sound that were heard were the clamour of plates in the kitchen.
"Did you just call me, Tom?" He asked, hatefully, "I told you not to speak to me, unless adressed!" He shouted. He sat up and looked at her dead in the eye.
"What happened to the Tom I knew?" Was all Theodora said become turning into a ball of mist, the shot out of the manor and disappeared into the daylight.
"Excuse me, are you lost?" Asked the joyful voice of a man, "miss do you have to get somewhere?" He continued.
(Y/n) turned around and faced the man in question. He was lavish and had this adorable smile plastered on his face. His voice was warm like honey and his light brown hair was flowing at the course of the wind.
"Um- no I'm just waiting for someone," she said startled, "I'm just waiting for someone," she repeated this time with a small smile.
The boy, examined her for a while, perplexed by the sight in front of his eyes, he then opened his mouth to say something but he quickly shut it.
"Do I- do I know you from somewhere? You seem oddly familiar..." He paused and said, "very familiar..." (y/n)'s palm started to get wetter and but she tried to show no weakness and simply said,
"Perhaps we've met in a dream?" She answered in an gentle tone. The boy smiled and laughed, something about his laugh made him ridiculously attractive. She just had to burst out laughing with him too. Suddenly a tall figure with very old and dull clothing approached. His long white hair fell back and his small glasses were resting on the tip of his nose. He stopped in front of them and cleared his throat.
"I hope I'm not interrupting," he said, "but I have to steal the miss here for a while, I have a meeting with the minister." He bowed forward gently and perused, "You two seemed to have had a good time," he eyed (y/n) and raised his eyebrows, who shyly looked away, "but I'm afraid we have to go now." He started walking past them.
(Y/n) glided the hood if her burgundy cape over her head and followed professor Dumbledore.
"I'm sorry miss- I didn't catch your name," he panted running up to her, "I know I've seen you before..."
She hesitated and answered, "You don't need to know who I am." And walked away, disappeared into the crowd.
"So miss (l/n), what on merlin's beard are you doing here? You have the audacity to show up at the very heart of the operation that is hunting you?" The minister asked.
"Well you know what they say, keep your friends close, but your ennemies closer," she paused to look around, no one was there apart from her, Dumbledore and the minister, "but I didn't come here to argue, I came here to offer my help-"
"Aw, the Lord voldemort, broke your heart? That's tragic my girl, perhaps you should've thought about it a long time ago!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, furious. (Y/n) looked taken aback and adrenaline pumped in her veins, she shifted in her seat waiting and debating whether or not to show the minister that she could kill him with a flicker of her hands. On the contrary professor Dumbledore seem to pick up the uneasiness of the young girl and proceeded to say,
"You must calm your nerves at once, show a bit of respect." He shot him a death glare and encouraged (y/n) to continue to talk.
"I am asking for asylum, and in exchange, I offer you precious information on the whereabouts and the plans of the Death Eaters and Tom Riddle." She paused, and crossing her legs together she said, "and if you think you can't trust me, you're right, you don't know if you can. But. I was also known as his Dark Lady. I was also his right hand. Always there for him until... until-" she couldn't bring herself to tell how pathetic and how miserable it felt to be thrown away like a used toy. So she paused and trailed off for a dramatic effet.
"She also knows where Salazar Slytherin is." Said professor Dumbledore calmly.
The minister opened his eyes wide in shock and amazement,
"She-she knows where THE slytherin is?!" He asked tripping over his words,
"Did I stutter?" Dumbledore answered, (y/n) was chuckling at his attitude but rapidly shook of her childish smile.
"Alright, miss (l/n), you've got me on the hook, but I must warn you, one wrong move, and it'll be Azkaban for the rest, and who knows, if Tom didn't kiss you, maybe the dementors will," he said, and took out his wand from his coat and in the movement of his magic stick, the door slowly cracked open, "now got out of my face, both of you," he scoffed and turned his chair around.
The apparition near Hogwarts was rapid, although they had to make the rest of the trip by foot, (y/n) felt homesick. This was once her world. Before all of the malicious and wicked boy came along.
"I must say (y/n), you've changed, and I feel like I've failed as a mentor and mostly I failed to protect you like your great great grandmother asked me to do. The exact thing she dreaded came true." The professor's voice echoed in the field, as they walked through the grass.
"Professor, I'm not the little slytherin people could underestimate anymore," she said, walking behind him, "I've changed for the worst and now I feel like I've got a second chance, and I'm going to make the most out if it." Dumbledore abruptly stopped in his tracks and looked back at her,
"If I were you the only way I'd get back to being a respected witch, is to repair what you've done. Kill Tom Riddle." He said nonchalant. (Y/n) avoided his eyes and he knew something was wrong.
"But you can't bring yourself to do it... not out of love no... oh my, what did you do?"
She sighed and sat down, in the middle of the field, in the grass, while staring out in the direction of Hogwarts, the castle that changed her life but also that ended it.
"He made a horcrux-" she began,
"He made a WHAT?" Dumbledore interrupted her, not believing what he was hearing, she ignored him and continued,
"He made that horcrux, and another." Dumbledore paced back and forth, processing all the information. He then stopped, avoiding her gaze he asked,
"Did you make one?" All (y/n) could do was shake her head yes. He sighed and walked to the castle.
"Is there anything you wish to tell me?" Dumbledore asked (y/n) once again. She shook her head, got up and brushed her dress and her cape, put back the hood over her hair and follow the professor back. She didn't mention the unbreakable vow, because it was the only ace she had up her sleeve. Spending time with Tom also came with it lessons, so she knew that now was the right time to mentally block her thoughts so that no one could read her thoughts. "Very well then, I'll get professor Slughorn to prepare a polyjuice potion for you. You'll pose as a student. And remember this is your only last chance."
He paused at the castle grandiose doors and proceeded to enter the door.
They walked through the courtyard, and saw students training in the quidditch field. She held her head low, and did the most with the hood of her cape to cover her identity, but it seemed not to work as she heard footsteps behind her. Then the figure raised its voice and the familiarity struck her,
"Hello, slytherin, I've missed you..." The sweet masculine voice spoke, (y/n) instantly recognized the person and stopped in her tracks, she shifted, on bother her feet, and walked to the shadows. She pulled out the cape covering her head and turned around,
"Hello Gryffindor, I'm happy to see you, but it's unfortunate we meet in these conditions." She painfully smiled.
