"𝔸 lie may take care of the present but it has no future"
When disembarking the Hogwarts Express, Draco Lucius Malfoy meets the most dashing young woman. She was just a regular maid who would serve his family for the rest of her life.
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I did not understand why Draco was so upset. I mean. Come on! I made a Philosopher's stone. That just proves my worth right there! My giddiness and good fortune attitude seemed to forever stick with me. Right now, I was waiting outside the youngest Malfoy's door. He was supposed to get dressed and come down to the main dining hall to see the Dark Lord. Such a benevolent man.
The boy's bedroom door opened to reveal him dressed in a dark black suit with a dark undershirt. The Slytherin symbol embroidered on the collar. "You're such a dashing young man." I beamed at him. He merely waved at me, gave me a small smile, and handed over the small bag of gems I had forgotten in his room. "Oh right! Thank you!" I looped his arm in my own and rushed us down stairs. The meeting was going to happen in a few moments.
This was so exciting! I pushed open the dark oak doors as all eyes turned on us. This was amazing!
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The girl tugged on my arm all the way down the stairs. Geez I don't remember her being this hyper. It looked like she took a Wake Me Up Drought ten times. She pushed open the great dining room doors to reveal all the old Deatheaters sitting at our table. At the head was the man of the day.
The Dark Lord.
His slimy face with no nose and cold red eyes trailed us as Claudia led me to an open seat next to my mother. The girl was all up and ecstatic as she took a seat at the right hand side of the Dark Lord. The atmosphere was thick with tension. I did not belong here. She did not belong here. We both gotta get out right no-
"Draco." His chilling voice echoed in my head. "Draco my wonderful boy. How are you?" Really? He is trying to strike up a conversation now? Now, of all times?
"I am fine... my Lord." I looked up at him only to look back down at the mahogany table. His red eyes were too much to take in.
"Draco dear boy do look at those you are talking to." Some of the occupants in the room stifled a laugh but it just made me hate this place even more. I wanted to go home. To loving parents who were not wanted Deatheaters nor in prison for trying to kill Potter. I wanted to come home to find the charming maid I had learned to adore still the way she was. Not some whack a doo girl pent up on caffeine.
Looking into his eyes I see his conniving glint and the slits of his nose widened and thinned with each breath he took. "Good, good. Now that we are all here, let us talk about the pressing matter at hand." He went on to explain ways we could get back at the muggles for all the pain they have caused us. Pain? I don't remember them directly causing us troubles, but I was sure no one was going to point that out. Looking around I find familiar faces. The supposed 'friends' that my father had come over from time to time.
There was even Professor Snape who looked bored out of his mind as he sat to the left of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. These must have been the followers who escaped going into Azkaban.
The meeting, that felt like two hours but was indeed only thirty minutes, was about to conclude before the girl, in her perfect maid outfit spoke up.
"Excuse me, my Lord!" The high back of the chair seemed to make her look ten times smaller. "You forgot about these!" She carefully placed the brown paper wrappings in front of the man, if you could even call him that. The monster looked at the young girl with doubt until he unwrapped the contents. His face turning into a sickly grin.
"My, my you have done very well for your first attempt." He held up the pebble-sized stone, rolling it in between his thumb and index figure. "This will work for now. I would like to introduce our new member. Claudia Flamel." The girl stood and bowed to him before she sat back down. Nothing but a dreamy look on her face.
Shining out amongst the solemn looks she was receiving. But it looked fazed, as if she was smiling at something none of us could see. Could she be drunk? Under a spell perhaps. Or a little bit of both? "And we will have a new member today won't we, Narcissa?" Wait... what did he mean by that. I turned towards my mother whose eyes were filled to the brim with tears. No, it cant be.
"Mother-"
"Boy." Before I could question my mother the snake like man spoke. "Come here." He waved his long, slender fingers beckoning me to him. My hands started to become clammy at the thought of just being less than two meters close to him. This was like a nightmare come true. Listening to his instructions I stood up, my chair scraping against the wooden floors ever so slightly, and started walking over to him.
All eyes were on me as I slowly took the steps to my demise. When I passed him he looked me directly in the eyes. All I could see in the obsidian orbs was regret. Regret for what I had no idea. Now standing before everyone the man spoke, "Roll up you left sleeve, boy." His crimson eyes raked over my figure. Scrutinizing it in ways I could only imagine. Once rolling up my best dress wear, he pointed the tip of his wand towards my pale forearm. He muttered a spell under his breath and in an instant I felt a burning effect. It was incredibly searing, white pain that I had never felt before.
I was about to cry out when I looked over to the girl of my dreams. Her eyes were glossed over, but the smile on her face put me to ease. If she could smile through this, so could I. I bit down on my tongue as the pain started to fade into a dull throb. But what scared me the most was that when I looked down to the supposed to be pale skin I saw a dark, jet-black tattoo. The mark of a Death Eater.
"Good! Good. Let us celebrate. Tomorrow is the day I will break everyone of our fellow friends out of confinement. What do we say to that?" Loud cheers erupted around me as the girl meekly stared at me. Her slight smile never wavering. Okay her stare was getting just a tad bit creepy. "I shall be gone for the night. In the morning the whole team shall be together. Dismissed."
Cradling my left hand, I bee lined it for my bedroom door while others walked out the front door or were heading to the guest rooms in the manor. I didn't bother to look for the maid. She was not herself I could tell. When I see her, it just pains me to know that she is under some sort of control.
The type of control that I know I am too weak to break. With a wave of his hand the nose-less monster dismissed everyone. "Claudia, dear, I would like to have a little talk with you." Just as I was about to walk out, the disheveled look of the girl caught my attention. There she was standing in all of her glory.
It was as if she had suddenly been painted with white paint for her skin seemed to glow in contrast to the dark colored walls. Her eyes were not their normal golden brown but a more pale coffee color.
She could pass for a corpse.
Ripping my eyes from her, I close the door and made my way up to my room. Another summer. This time not as enjoyable as I thought it would be. The air around me no longer held the hint of warmth the maid would bring into the house.
All that was left was the hollow casing of the girl I looked forward to seeing. I sat on the nicely made bed and stared at the wall across from me.
