monophobia • harry potter³ [UNEDITED]

𝐯. the dark mark

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       THE SILENCE MADE NYX UNEASY. Her brief exhilarating moment of freedom was over and she was walking behind the Malfoys after departing from the Top Box. Nyx had barely had time to whisper goodbye to her friends before Lucius had just dragged her away. She'd assumed he'd yell and berate her, or at least lecture her about "fraternizing with blood-traitors" and how she wasn't "following his rules". But neither of those things happened, instead, they were all walking down the many stairs of the stadium and merging with the crowds that now flooded out the area back to their campsite. 

Thundering singing was borne toward them on the night air as they retraced their steps along the lantern-lit path, and leprechauns kept shooting over their heads, cackling and waving their lanterns. 

When they reached the grand tent, Nyx still hadn't been acknowledged by Lucius or even Narcissa. She caught Draco looking at her, but he too didn't say anything to her. Honestly, it seemed as though they were worried about something far more important than what she had done. But what could that be? She wondered while entering the large tent. 

"Right then," Narcissa's voice broke the everlasting silence that had fallen over their dysfunctional group. 

Nyx glanced over at the woman, who wasn't looking at anyone, and yet Nyx felt as though she was talking right to her. 

"Off to bed, both of you. It's late." 

Nyx frowned. Why did it seem worse than they weren't saying anything about her actions? What was this heavy secrecy weighing heavily in the room? 

"What are you —"

"Let's go," Draco guided Nyx away from his parents, not allowing Nyx to question his parents. 

Nyx shrugged the boy off and went up the stairs, though she glanced back at his parents to see them walk out of the tent. Where could they be going?

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Falling asleep was the easy part for Nyx. It was staying asleep that was the hardest bit. Nyx was terrified to go to bed these days with nightmares her worst fear always being thrown in her face night after night. Her heritage was always an insecurity of hers, and she always asked herself: as wickedness hereditary? Was she only delaying the enviable? Had she somehow inherited the same naivety of her mother? 

Nyx didn't have any other answers, and it scared her not knowing what was to come in the future. These thoughts haunted her dreams and tortured her mentally. Everyone she lived around when not at Hogwarts were people who had sided with Voldemort, people who likely only cared about her because they feared what might happen if there was a time that Voldemort returned and found her neglected or dead. All these things packed together with the fact that Nyx had become friends with the unlikeliest of people — considering the strong opinions those she lived around had, made up the terrors in her mind.