"Promise me, Cindria! Please!" Tom pleaded, now gripping my arms in a vice-like a grip.
"I won't, I won't promise something when I know I'm going to break that promise, Tom," I said shaking my head. I refused to comply with Tom's demands because I knew one way or another, I'd be forced to get involved in what's happening.
Whatever was happening.
"Fine! You leave me no choice! Nagini!" I heard Tom say, and when he uttered that familiar name, I began to tremble.
"Tom...Tom! what are you doing?" I said weakly, raising my hands to his muscled biceps.
"Protecting you," he replied, just as Nagini, Tom's huge snake, slithered into the room.
I could feel myself becoming faint and I pressed myself into Tom for protection from the venomous creature.
He wouldn't.
Would he?
He would.
"Tom...You promised...You promised that it wouldn't come near me!" I began to panic, now trying to get away from Tom, who held me around the waist, tightly against him.
"I know what I promised, Cindria, I promise Nagini won't hurt you. She'll just be outside your door, guarding you, making sure nothing happens to you in case you have any ideas," he told me, putting his hand on my cheek.
"Please don't do this, you don't have to do this," I whispered, tears making their way to my eyes.
"Help me my daughter. Help your father survive." My father's distorted form in the air spoke to me.
"NO!" Thirteen year old me shrieked at the cloud shaped form of my biological father. "Tom and Matt will be here soon." I threatened him. My voice was firm but I was so scared inside and it felt like he could see the war raging inside me. Do I give in to him? He is my father after all. It isn't his fault he lost to a baby and left us with Rodolphus. My blood boiled at the thought of him.
His face twisted into a cruel smirk which confirmed my decision. I will not help him come back to life. Panic planted a seed in my chest. "Your dear older brothers are in a deep slumber my precious daughter. I could have asked them for this task but you have always been my favourite, even as a baby." My stomach curled at listening his voice. Even though I knew he couldn't hurt me right now it still didn't calm the storms of fear brewing in my chest.
"Never." My voice was low but firm. I was proud of myself for controlling the tremble in my voice.
"Eh? Never you say? You will regret that little Alexia. I hear you made friends with a girl. I shall see if her will power is as strong as yours." With that his figure whooshed away and I was left alone with my thoughts. The seed blossomed into a full blown tree and squeezed my lungs until there was no air left to breathe.
They thought they could have a normal life. The past belongs in the past. Right? But they have demons in their past and their future. No matter how much they repress them, they would always haunt them. After all the heirs to The Dark Lord don't get to have a normal life. No rest for the wicked.