You can't choose family. A Hogwarts tale.

This story is pretty self explanatory. It's short to start with but I have to get it to the part where it works better for a story. I hope you enjoy it and like it I guess. I really don't ask for much, I'm not going to say "three comments or no next chapter" But I'm always super excited, like I start bunching on my desk chair excited, when I see I have a new comment for anything.

Chapter 26

This house is a curse, slowly killing who I am.

He’s dead. I just killed a man. He’s dead because of me. He’ll never see day again. I felt terrible and yet, and yet he’d just killed his family. He didn’t deserve to live. What was one less dirtbag in the world going to do? Who would it harm? Nobody. That’s who. 

I had to try not to smirk as I made my way back to the house. It’d been over an hour, even if it felt like only minutes had passed. 

I walked into to where I knew Voldemort’s would be waiting for us, now only me.

“Lulu, I see you have returned but where’s Fathermore?” He asked, a knowing look clear on his features, he knew what had been done but wanted to hear it spoken from my lips

“Dead.” I replied. A couple Death Eaters looked at me, shocked that the girl who resisted would kill.

“By who’s hands?” One of them asked. I turned to them and threw Fathermore’s wand their way.

“Mine.” The tips of Voldemort’s lips turned up. Could it be he’s smiling?

“Maybe you’re not so weak after all. You will be useful. But you will stay here for the summer. You will not see Potter until you go back to school in the fall. I hear that separation makes you want someone only more. He’ll do whatever you say after this. You will not communicate with him in any way. If you do, you’re dead. Leave now.” Voldemort spoke directly to me before turning back to the Death Eaters, leaving me with unspoken orders to go to my room.

“Did you really kill him?” Draco asked for what must be the millionth time tonight.

“Yes, I did. What’s it to you?” I caught the ball I was playing with before tossing it in the air 


Both of us are in my room, where we seem to always be. I lay on my bed, facing towards the ceiling while Draco sat on the edge of it. My only wish is to sleep, I was tired after the curse escaped my lips but Draco has kept me up with mindless questions.

It’s only a matter of time before the guilt sets in, or at least that's what I assume. Isn’t that what’s supposed to happen good people when they kill someone? They're supposed to feel guilty? I just feel proud.

“But how did you-”

“Draco, shut up. I’m going to sleep now,” I put the ball I was throwing down and close me eyes, waiting for him to leave.

I could almost hear the smirk in Draco’s voice as he said, “You can’t judge us now. I didn’t have the guts to kill Dumbledore, my job, and yet you killed that man without any orders. You’re worse then me,” when it was clear I was going to say no more, he got off the bed, his weight being lifted from the mattress I rose ever so slightly. His feet made soft 'pats' as he made his way out the door, closing it behind him.

I was not worse then Draco, I couldn't think like that. I stood for what was right. I stood for Harry Potter, the love of my life. I was just good at blending it, at surviving. I did what I needed to do to survive and there was nothing wrong with that. I just needed sleep and after that I’d be fine, I’d be great. I squeezed my eyes shut and refused to let dreams come to me, I just wanted to sleep and do nothing else. Just sleep.

Turns out sleep had another plan for me.

In my dreams spells were shooting everywhere, zooming past me but not a single spell hit. I was invincible and there was Potter. He had that look on his face, the one where you truly believed he cared for his friends, it sickened me. I strutted over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, he looked to me, shocked that I was doing this in the middle of a war.

I went up to him a whispered in his ear, ‘You know what you need to do if you want this to end, you know the words that need to spoken to save your friends,’ he looked at me like I was insane but I just smirked. ‘No? You don’t feel like speaking them? Well I know the words that must be spoken. Oh, master will be displeased with me, but what do I care?’ Harry’s eyes grew wider, but still he said nothing. A humorless laugh escaped my lips as I leaned and whispered into Harry’s ear, my wand at my side, pointed at him. ‘Avada Kedavra,’ his eyes glazed over, shock clear on his face. I let him go and walked away from him, enjoying every moment as his body fell in slow motion to the ground. A loud thud came from his lifeless shell when it finally connected with the cold stone ground. As it hit I felt a pounding in my head and I heard my name being called out.

My eyes shot open and my hand went to my forehead. I looked around me and saw that I was on the ground beside my bed. Draco stood over me, concern clear on his face.

“What the bloody hell happened?” I groaned, sitting up with the help of Draco’s hand.

He shrugged, “I don’t know. I heard a thud and came into your room to find you laughing on the ground, mumbling about how ‘master will be displeased’,” he gave me a look of complete pity. He didn’t understand.

“I’ll be fine, Draco. Leave now,” I ordered him and he left, somewhat reluctantly but he was gone all the same.

I sat in my bed, head in my hands. I thought past the dream and past the throbbing pain in my head, which was much harder then I’d originally assumed. This house cursed me, every year this happened. I’d come back and I’d change, it was the house. I couldn’t let it get to me.

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