Love and Black Magic

Extra content: Letter to Druella

During the end of the year celebrations in the Great Hall, Calynn, who was at the top of the director's office, decided to take pen and paper and write what she could never say to her mother, what she would know she would never hear but that she needed to release it somehow.

"To Druella

When I was fourteen, I did not consider myself a person who believed in revenge, tasted of suffering or smiled in the face of misfortune; but you do; when I was fourteen I felt lonely, like a deer in the darkness of the forest being stalked by more than one group of wolves that wanted to penetrate my innocence; but you were part of that group of wolves. When I was fourteen, all I wanted was a utopian childhood, a perfect love, an imperishable friendship; but you gave me a mature childhood, a knowledge of imperfect love and ephemeral friendship.

And it is not that I want to blame you now, that you did on your own when you decided to be unfaithful with my 'father', when you decided to have me, when you professed eternal love to which you believed your true love; to which I returned only an illusion.

That night, at Malfoy Manor, I had an idea in mind: Murder you. Why I did not do it? Because Voldemort did it first, because thanks to him I didn't have to carry a bloodshed on my shoulders, I didn't have to clean my consciousness with your tears, I didn't have to pity you.

Today I tend to go back to the past to see if I regret that night, that my heart has not become malevolent, that my sorrow is an innocent death and not a guilty murder. Because the only thing I would like to change that night is Meryl's death, because after so many years of analysis, I have realized that you were never so valuable.

And there is something that nobody understands, a part of my past that is unknown to many, even to you, is called family absence. And that has made me cry several nights, assimilating it is not easy and more when you were the cause. Now that I think about it, there is someone who might understand me; the same one who conquered my heart on our last night, the one who forgot his coldness to kiss my lips, the same one who lost his family because of his parents; that Severus that you forced to torture me, that Severus that you forced to say goodbye, forever.

As I write, I have something with me, your revealing and betraying diary. The one that Voldemort forced you to protect as your own life, which he never cared about shortly after you gave him an heiress. Every day I find one more page that I had missed the last time I read it, it seems that the pages were written by themselves, as if they also wanted to silence the thoughts inside their head.

I have found that this diary only shows your true identity, your malevolent, unhappy, murderous personality. You thought yourself equal to him, you thought you had his powers, you were so naive to believe that you could be an interest of Voldemort; but that mistake led to death.

I don't know where I would be right now if it weren't for Dumbledore and McGonagall, I have realized that they will be the closest to a family that I will have for you and for my true father I was a simple object, an element to fulfill his plans; you were willing to eliminate me if I wasn't necessary or if I wasn't what you expected. I find it ironic that you trusted me with such valuable things as the diary and my duty at Hogwarts, you doubted my loyalty since I was little, you doubted my abilities, my powers, if I was really useful to stay alive; and even so you trusted me.

Do you remember that I told you that I did not come to replicate everything you did? Because I really want to thank you. I want to thank you for your hypocrisy because you taught me to distrust the kindness of people, for your evil behaviors with me because I realized that evil people can even be your own family.

Thank you for teaching me that the search for power is the best method to meet a person, because you would lose your dignity by knowing it while Voldemort would kill you before you could reach it, just as he did in the Malfoy Manor.

I am tired of thinking that everything that happened years ago to defeat evil. But I am more tired of reminding myself every day that my death is necessary for his own destruction. And I know that Dumbledore doesn't want to tell me, he didn't want to do it when I was about fifteen years old and hasn't done it four years later; but he left a key phrase that opened my curiosity that I would have liked not to have done: "The Horcrux serve to strengthen Voldemort" And I know I should talk to Dumbledore, I should seek help; but at the moment I don't want to take away that happiness that causes him to be living in his office.

But it's amazing how you also leave permanent damage when you're already dead. Do you hate me so much that you want to kill me? But if I was just an object to keep Voldemort alive, didn't you want that? Apparently not, it is incredible that in the end you have cared more about my life than your own unrequited love.

But despite being a Horcrux I will no longer be a toy, I will act on my own and I am convinced that I can sacrifice myself to save Hogwarts.

Thank you for not creating a dependency on you, your death will be one of the few that I will feel with relief, but listen well, with relief not with joy. I will never be that cold and heartless girl to whom you aspired so much, I will no longer be that little manipulable with torture and threats, I will no longer be that girl flooded in tears, I will no longer be the daughter of a banal Death Eater and an opportunistic wizard, I will never be a Riddle.

Calynn"

She got up from the comforter of her bed where she had written the letter as she put it in an envelope and stayed for a moment without knowing what to do. Her owl watched her waiting for her to approach, but where would a letter with a dead addressee go to?

She approached one of the windows of her room, took one of the candles on her bedside table that gave her a few beams of light and brought the yellow flames to the paper as the ashes fell towards Hogwarts' garden while Calynn just watched with a smile on her face, a gesture of liberation.