"It's not who you are born as, it's who you grow up to be."
The war ended and serenity returned for almost fourteen years in the wizard world. Everyone knew the name Harry Potter, praised it even. He had defeated Voldemort and that was that. Thoug...
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"And you'll do whatever it takes to have Potter killed?"
"Yes, my lord."
There was a moment of silence, Voldemort staring down at Honora watching the expression on her face.
"Tell me Honora, are you frightened?"
"Should I be. .?–M'lord?"
He took another look at her while pacing around her in a circle.
"No."
Honora awoke in a cold sweat down her back from the nightmare of meeting Voldemort. She sat up in the train car with a piercing headache and took a drink of water with ibuprofen. Living with the Malfoy's this summer had certainly not been a good holiday. She'd met Voldemort only days after Cedric's death. After meeting Voldemort– and he had deemed her at least a bit trustworthy–they put her on a probation of sorts. Lucius was not so keen on the fact as he didn't trust her from all the rubbish posted in the paper and the fact that she was a Gryffindor.
Honora explained that she was the one who told the sorting hat to place her there, that deceiving Potter and everyone around her was a plan she'd made after Andromeda had told her she would be transferred. That she wanted to be a Death Eater through and through. Although it was not so much her thoughts but what Dumbledore told her to say when they questioned her. Almost everyone bought the story and even if they didn't she was far too skilled at Occulemency for them to find anything that would say otherwise.
It was strange being around Voldemort. He cast a darkness to whomever he spoke, shadow of sorts but Honora felt as if she'd had this shadow looming on her for quite some time. In fact she seemed like the only Death Eater who was comfortable in his presence, no fear seemed to build up inside her despite knowing how evil he truly was. Proving herself to Voldemort was draining and she hardly had time to mourn Cedric's death let alone think about much else. Many had blamed her for interfering with it, that she had poisoned him or something else. The papers certainly believed it. And if the blame wasn't on Honora it was on Harry. Anything to avoid the fact that Voldemort had returned.
Honora felt more than guilty parading around with the people who blindly follow the man who killed Cedric. It was shameful to be at the celebrations of that evening, but there was nothing she could do. This had been a long time coming for Voldemort and the Death Eaters, someone would've died that night, if it wasn't Cedric, it could've been Harry and then the war would be over. Or even both of them and then Honora wouldn't know what to do with herself. Nothing would stand in his way.
The Order thought they were doing something, she didn't know what really. They were recruiting but not nearly as much as the Death Eaters. It was much easier when you didn't care about what was right or wrong. She wanted Dumbledore and Harry to win desperately, but at this point it seemed like the Death Eaters were getting further and further ahead. This was due to the ministries own ignorance and fear. Honora often snuck out to go to their meetings at Sirius's house but almost always found them uneventful or hardly useful. They didn't know what the hell to do and neither did she. Though she always made the effort to go, it was the highlight of her summer. Getting away from the dreary manor.
