Lia Kim is in her fourth year when she finally returns to Hogwarts. She is received with open arms by everyone, expect her own house who fears her status and despises her alliances. Especially one particular Slytherin can't seem to stop bothering he...
I blinked and suddenly I was in Malfoy Manor again. I immediately sunk to my knees, my entire body shaking. The images of the burrow, of Harry, flooded my mind and shook up my insides. This felt horribly wrong. I should be empty inside and not...not...not whatever this hell was.
"What have you done?" I looked up in shock as I recognized the voice as Voldemort. He was growling at Bellatrix and Fenrir who had their heads ducked low.
"What the fuck," I breathed. What was I doing with Voldemort? What's going on?
Another image flooded my mind. That of Johnny, dead on the ground of the ministry. A sharp pain hit my chest and I cried out, clutching the fabric of my dress like it was set on flames.
"Look at me, child," Voldemort's cold voice, suddenly closer to me, spoke up. I looked up to him and...
And I bolted.
I immediately shot up and turned around, running away. I ran through the corridors, not even entirely sure what I was running away from.
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My tears made my sight blurry and eventually I crashed into something. Someone.
"Lia? Love, are you okay?" Draco asked and I gasped as I looked into his face, an overwhelming amount of emotions rushing through me. I clutched onto his arms and he held me tightly, obviously confused.
"Wha-"
"Draco,"
Voldemort's icy voice cut through the air and we both snapped our heads to the man standing in the middle of the hallway. I clutched even tighter onto Draco who was subconsciously backing away.
"Hand her over," Voldemort demanded and I shook my head in fear.
"Draco," he continued and my head turned around to look at Draco fearfully. He looked down at me, his eyes widened and reflecting the same fear I was feeling. Then he looked back at Voldemort and gulped before he let go of me and took a big step back.
My head snapped back around to Voldemort who had his hand outstretched for me and before I could even gasp he had grabbed my shoulder.
Everything seemed to shut down. All the memories, all the thoughts and the emotions. It was sudden, deadbeat silence. A breath of fresh air.
"Remember why you did this, Lia. They lied to you. They betrayed you. They let your brother die for their cause," he said and all the images of the fight in the ministry came back to me yet instead of pain or sadness I felt incredible anger. It seethed like a burning flame inside of me and suddenly I felt aggravated that I hadn't been the one to set the burrow on fire.
"That's good," Voldemort spoke, an uncanny smile on his face.
"Never forget what love did to you, child," he said as he stepped closer to me. I met his gaze, the tears on my face slowly drying. I nodded.
"Nothing but pain," I spoke, the answer engraved in my mind as if it had been put there.
He smiled and nodded.
"I'll see you soon. Rest now. Tears don't become a beautiful face," he said, the back of his hand gliding over my cheek before he took a step back and disappeared. I turned around to face Draco who immediately came up to me, grabbing my face in his hands.
"What happened?" he asked.
I shrugged,
"Nothing important,"
He frowned at me, his thumbs wiping away the tears that wet left.
"Are you sure?" he asked in worry. I rolled my eyes and pulled his arms away from my face.
"It's not like there is anything you could help with, anyways," I spoke, ignoring the way his face twisted as I pushed past him.
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