"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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The Deatheaters have vacated the house, all of them except the maid of the manor. She sat idly fiddling with her attire; humming to a tune she had no recollection of remembering.
How long had she sat on these wooden stairs, sitting and thinking of absolutely nothing? Had it been three years now? Or was it just a few days... she could not remember. Sitting alone just made things easier, fewer voices in her head to focus on. Just as she was about to get up and venture back to her room she heard a voice.
Not again. Looking around the room she pretended not to hear it. But this time it was more persistent. Not just a whisper anymore.'Come.' It was commanding and threatening. As if daring her to defy it.
Whipping out her dark chestnut colored wand she gave a twirl. Letting her wand lead her to where the voice spoke to her. And with a crack she landed in the middle of a crowd. The wind was lightly tapping against her loose hairs from her sloppy bun she had made.
People around her were clad in black and some had injuries varying in sizes. The look of surprise washed over the group of Deatheaters as some of them jumped a few feet away not expecting her to land right next to them.
Looking to the sky she noticed a beautiful ancient castle with large spires reaching to the heavens.
What was this place?
Racking her mind she remembered a time when she was little. She was barely the height of her mother's waist when she had asked about the schools of magic and why she would not be participating in any of them.
'There is a large school somewhere in the northern hemisphere of America, Ilvermorny. Not as good as Hogwarts though. That was where me and your father met each other. Did you know that?' The little girl laughed and was mesmerized with her mother's golden dress. 'Honey, I need some help with the protection spells over here.' A gruff voice spoke as the blurred image of a man came into view.
A splitting headache made her return to reality as her memories washed away.
Her clouded hazel eyes scanned the castle before her; large sections of bricks were missing and lay out onto the cobblestone courtyard."Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you an honorary guest." She did not know what importance she was implying but murmurs of the group opposite of them broke into murmurs.
"Harry Potter is dead!"
A disgusting laugh rose from people around her. "All thanks to a lovely lady who was able to bring me back the strength I needed. Isn't that right?" Reaching out a hand he motioned for her to stand next to him.
"Stand before me."
And so she complied. Carefully stepping over everyone's toes and black cladded bodies she broke free of the large horde she apparated in.This time she got a clear view of the people the Dark Lord was talking to.
