As the fires of the Second Wizarding War rage, Cassiopeia finds herself not only entangled in the plans of the Dark Lord but captivated by the enigmatic Theodore Nott. Detached yet deeply aware of the shadows that haunt them both, Theo becomes her c...
Cassiopeia watched her father trace his steps around a long table. She sat on the immediate right of the head of the table. She stared dauntingly into her uncle's eyes. His grey orbs appeared sad, filled with insecurity about losing the child he raised into the hands of the Lord of Dark Arts. He could already feel Cassie slipping away, and there was nothing he could do.
"Our priority must be clear, restoring my army to its full power. But this time, we'll amass even more forces. Dumbledore has had 14 years to prepare, strengthening himself against me, against all of us. I need my loyal followers returned to my side—we will free them from Azkaban and infiltrate the Ministry. Having one of our own as Head of the Aurors is a critical advantage
Arnold's face paled as she bowed his head fearing the dark lord,
"I shall Obtain that Potter boy's prophecy, I want to know what is it that saves him from me every. single.time-" He snapped his head towards Malfoy, slamming his hands on the table, Lucius jerked out of fear, a shaky breath resembling a whimper escaping his lips
"-Lucius, You will bring the prophecy to me, or..."
A devilish smirk appeared on the dark lord's face, The small gesture told everything he didn't speak, the explicit ways of punishment if only old Lucius could run as fast as his heart was beating.
As the death eaters were leaving, Cassiopeia demanded an audience with her father, he obliged and sat beside her asking everybody else to clear out fast.
Cassiopeia placed a silencing charm so no one could eavesdrop on their conversation, The dark lord was intrigued, his eyebrow raised at the peculiar gesture of secrecy, gesturing his daughter to continue as he couldn't fathom the curiosity.
"I know why you can't seem to kill Potter-" This intrigued him more
"Last year while divination, Trelawney told Potter something, she told him everything that was true-" She cleared her throat and straightened her spine
"-About you" She moved a little forward, removing her Gaunt family ring
"I know about your hocruxes-" Her father's confidence faltered a little, his eyes widened
"I believe, Potter is one of them, mistaken perhaps, but he surely is, that imbecile ruinous excuse of an idiot cannot speak Parseltongue all on his own merit-" The dots seemed to connect for Voldemort as he murmured something under his breath
"- You can't kill him, because he has a part of your soul"
Lord Voldemort took a deep breath and looked at his daughter
"I can't kill him... but you can"
Cassiopeia looked at him shocked
"You want me to kill Potter?" She asked shocked at the leniency of his words, he wanted her to kill a person, not a bloody rat
The dark lord gave her daughter a nonchalant shrug
"when the time comes of course, but before that we are going somewhere else"
he stood up from his seat and held his arm out for her to apparate, Cassiopeia held his arm, knowing better than to ask questions he wouldn't be answering,
She saw a huge castle with big stoned walls, grey clouds had engulfed the whole place it felt as if she had been there in one of her dreams, Cassiopeia moved towards the windows she stood under one of them, as if someone was calling her, like in her dreams,
Voldemort was curious and followed his daughter, he got a hold of her and flew inside the window Breaking the curses and enchantments of the Nurmengard Fort.
She stepped on the cold stone a cold chill ran through herm it made her take a deep breath it felt as if she belonged in that fort, a tardy ill man with wild hair walked in, Cassiopeia realised who it was and put one hand on her wand, The man smiled at the two in front of him,
"So, my dear Tom, you have come at last to collect what you believe is yours. But power doesn't pass as an heirloom, does it?" He chuckles darkly, his eyes shifting toward Cassiopeia with a faint, knowing gleam. "And you've brought my granddaughter into this, your crusade for dominance."
"Power lies in blood, Gellert, and hers is the purest of all. The blood of Slytherin, of Black, of Gaunt. She carries the legacy of both darkness and strength, something you failed to achieve." Voldemort spoke defending his daughter, Cassiopeia felt nice after that warm gesture from him, unexpected of him to be this warm she thought.
Gellert spoke looking at her with a faint, sad smile.
"Cassiopeia, my star, remember that even the greatest forces of magic cannot protect one from themselves. Ambition burns, and when it grows too fierce, it consumes."
"You seek the Elder Wand, don't you? You think it will bend to your will." He looks at Voldemort with a hint of pity. "It answers to true mastery, Tom. And that... that can't be stolen."
Cassiopeia paid a keen interest in their bitter batter for the upper hand, she tried to read his mind and surprisingly he let her, sharing the memories of a lifetime, the loves he had the fights, the mistakes and the friendships.
She gave him a genuine smile which he gladly retaliated
"thank you, Grandfather" "Perhaps we can get to know each other in the next life"
"Perhaps"
Just as the words espaced her mouth a flash of green light shot from Voldmort's wand, killing the greatest wizard who had ever been, the owner of the elder wand, lost his last battle because of treachery and betrayal by his best friend, imprisoned in his own home.
Cassiopeia arrived back at the dark manor, she was asked to come back home after years, truth be told it pained her to pack her things and leave her home, the Black manor was her home, no place else.
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