You Found My Heart (Book 4: You Have My Heart)

Chapter 23: It All Ends Here

*~*~ Sarah’s Point of View ~*~*

“You’ve been waiting for me?” I ask, eyes searching for a face.

I turn around to look at Harry, but right when I look at him, a thick black fog whizzes past me and hits him backwards.

Right when I’m about to help him, a bright white fog substance wraps around my waist, preventing me from my moving my arms, and the door of the study slams shut behind him, leaving Harry’s screams echoing through my ears.

“I can’t believe you’d be stupid enough to come here,” she hisses. “Fool.”

“Sarah! Get out! Apparate out! It’s a trap! Ah!” I hear Harry yell through the wall, fear in his voice. “Get out!”

Immediately I think of Apparating out, but a force is holding me in…

Audrey set the defensive spells.

“All this time, you’ve been trying to find me, and here I am…”

She walks out from a corner, her blue eyes boring into mine. She pushes some of her beautifully styled blonde hair away from her face, revealing even more of her flawless, lightly tanned skin.

“Jessica?”

A gasp escapes my lips as I see her. My sister, in all of her glory, standing there, looking as magnificent and as evil as ever.

“It was you, this whole time?”

“Why hello, dearest sister,” she smiles.

The white fog unwraps my body, but before I can even raise my hand to attack, my wand is ripped from my hands, and into the hands of her.

She doesn’t even have to raise her wand to send me flying backwards and crashing into the wall, only to get my hands tied behind my back with thick rope.

“I am truly surprised that you have not started asking questions, yet,” she laughs. “Has marriage rid you of your curiosity?”

“No, however, you have rid me of my words. I can’t even begin to sort out my thoughts right now. This is… this can’t be real.”

“But it is, oh Sarah. It is very real,” she smiles.

”The only question that comes to mind is… Why? All of this, why?” I ask, struggling against my bindings.

“It actually all started when I was born,” she giggles, seeming pleased with her cliché story opener.

“You see, mum never really talked about my dad for a reason. My dad was – “ she stops speaking, though, and begins hissing.

“Uh, excuse me?” I ask, not understanding it. She looks at me with a twisted smile on her face, then raises her eyebrows.

”From the look on your face, I suspect you’ve come to the understanding that, yes, I am the Heir of Slytherin.

“Well, starting with a background like that is clearly, not easy. Being witty, ambitious and cunning courses through my veins, and having a mother like Laurie, well, makes everything that much easier for me.

”You see, Laurie never knew of my background. I didn’t, either, until I turned ten, when my father visited me in the middle of school to come see me. He, as you could assume, was a Death Eater, and a loyal one at that. He was one of Voldemort’s higher rated men. Esteemed greatly in the Death Eater community. Glorious, no?”

She pauses, letting it all sink in. 

“During the Battle of Hogwarts all those years ago, Mother discovered the truth: I was an Heir of Slytherin, and like all of the heirs that came before me, I would turn out merciless. She was going to tell you about me; tell everyone about my dark secret. Even tell Dumbledore. She wanted to tell everyone, so everyone knew I was a loose cannon. So I killed her.