Hermione Voldemort's Daughter

Chapter 7: Nightmares, Dotti's and Cluedo

I was stood in the middle of a smoky landscape. Darts of green, blue and yellow swam around me. I was in the middle of a battlefield. Three guesses who was fighting.

"Lumos." a soft blue light shone around me. Bodies littered the blood-stained floor, dying slowly and painfully.

"Sophia get Wormtail to apparate you it's not safe here!" a voice shouted and then everyone was screaming in agony and shouting battle cries and advice to one another, but I was just focusing on the voice that had told me to run.

"Sophia go NOW!" the voice screamed. I turned around fully and tried to see who was shouting to me.

"Find Wormtail and run," the voice pleaded. "Please. Go," then a red beam shot past me. I turned and ran, deciding to follow the person's orders.

"HERMIONE!" another voice yelled. I looked back. Harry had just stunned Dolhav. I had an impulse to help him (Dolhav, not Harry). "Hermione where are you going, you have to help us!" I just shook my head and turned to leave. He ran up to me and grabbed my arm. My black cardigan slipped off my shoulder and the dark mark was revealed. Harry reeled back.

"Hermione, what?" he whispered.

"I'm so sorry, Harry," I said, as his face hardened. I turned and walked away from him, and this time, he didn't try to stop me. I continued to search for Wormtail. Then I heard Harry mutter,

"Hermione," in a steel-like tone, and suddenly I was hit by a green light.

"SOPHIA!" the voice screamed; pain in their voice. "SOPHIA!" then everything went dark.

"Miss Sophia? Miss Sophia?" a squeaky voice asked concerned. I opened my eyes. I saw a huge face peering down at me with ginormous soulful blue eyes. I screamed. The face reared back, and I saw that the face had a body. A body with a pillowcase on it. A dirty pillowcase. In other words I saw it was a house-elf. "So sorry, Miss!" she squeaked. "Dotti is a bad house-elf, Miss!" she began to lob the lamp at her head.

"Stop! Please, stop!" I said, worried that she'd hurt herself. The house-elf stopped. "Why are you here?"

"Dotti has been sent by Dotti's master to tell Miss that dinner is served." she smiled.

"Thank you, Dotti. Will you show me the way to the dining room?" I asked kindly. She nodded and stood there waiting.

"Is Miss going to change, Miss?" she asked.

"What? Oh! Um... yes." Dotti went outside to wait for me. I looked inside my wardrobe. There were all my usual clothes, but there were new one's too. I took out my jeans, and saw a strapy green top. I chose that too. Then once I had changed, I went outside. Dotti's eyes widened.

"What?" I asked.

"You look beautiful!" she commented.
"Thanks." I gushed. She smiled, then lead my down the hall. We entered the dining room. There was a huge diner table, but there was no one there except my father. He waved and motioned to the seat next to him. It seemed like a long walk down the room to the chair next to my father, but in reality it only took a couple of minutes. I sat down in my allocated seat. He smiled fatherly to me. It seemed out of place on his snake-like face. Very out of place. Sort of made me feel uncomfortable.

"Are you okay, Sophia?" he asked, concerned. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Kind of, I had a sort of nightmare." I replied.

"What about?"

"Well you and Harry were fighting," I started to explain.

"No surprises there." my father commented. I glared at him. "What? Sorry, Carry on."

"I was in the middle of it. Then a voice told me to run. So I did- but Harry stopped me, told me I had to fight. I pulled away from him, and he saw the dark mark. Then I turned away and he- killed me, I think. Then that same voice shouted for me. I just can't shake his voice. When I died his voice was filled with pain and remorse. The voice, dad, it was familiar. I knew it from somewhere, I just can't remember where." I told him.

"I get that feeling as well. A lot, actually."

"Dad that's like deja vu! If you have it too often, then you may have a mental problem!" my father raised his eyebrows.

"Are you calling me a nutcase? No darling, there's always been an excuse for the voices, mainly because it was some I know, or knew." He sighed. "But anyway, you must be hungry. What would you like for food?"

"I don't really mind." I replied. "What's on offer?"

"Anything. Anything you want." I ended up having steak, mashed potatoes and some various random vegetables. After food we were silent for a moment, before my father asked if I wanted to play Cluedo. I accepted and he called for Dotti to get it. When she returned she was carrying a newer version with writing on the side. Cluedo- Harry Potter edition?
"Cluedo Harry Potter edition?" I asked.

"It's more fun than normal- the dark mark's included!" he explained happily. I couldn't help but laugh. We played until 11, and I saw a pattern repeating- Harry kept going missing... wonder why! I was always Hermione Granger and my dad was always Neville Longbottom for some unapparent random reason. We only played 2 games, though. When my father glanced at his watch, he exclaimed,

"Oh my riddle! It's already 11! Time for my dadly instincts to kick in! Sophia, I believe it's high time that we go to sleep." I yawned, and nodded. I was tired, so I walked upstairs and to my bedroom, excited that tomorrow I would learn who my mother was- and if she's alive.