Dark Blood // D.M.

THE HEADMASTERS OFFICE

Armena Riddle-Lestrange 

I stared at my mirrored reflection, watching as the witch in front of me as she stepped out of the wardrobe. I couldn't feel my limbs, everything felt numb. I felt worse than I did last night as the spiders began crawling up my body. 

"Cast the spell" I could hear Snape hiss behind me.

"Oh..." I whispered, staring at my boggart self.

I was unmoved, frozen in time. 

A wicked grin flashed across her face and she stepped forward. I felt myself take a step back, bumping into a lone chair. An evil laugh escaped her lips, the kind of laugh that sent chills down your spine. 

"Shit" I whispered.

The person before me looked sinister, nonhuman like. It was very much a dark version of myself. The version I assumed I would become, if I followed in my father's footsteps. 

This was The Dark Lord in my human form.

"Lestrange!" I heard Professor Snape snap.

I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down.

"Riddikulus" I cast.

The girl before me slowly shrunk down into a toddler version of me. Her green eyes gazing up at me, begging to be played with. I shook my head, gazing upon myself in child form. I don't know what was worse seeing the bloodied version of myself or the child I once was. I shook my head, my hands shaking by my side. 

"This fucking class is ridiculous" I hissed, turning on my heels. 

I grabbed my robe and I pushed through the crowd of students. 

"Where do you think you are going?" Snape snapped harshly behind me.

I kept walking all the way out of the room until I was far enough away. I slowly picked up speed, jogging through the castle. I needed air, I needed to breathe. I reached the entrance to the courtyard, slamming my hand into the wall of the castle. I let sharp breaths spill out of me at a rapid pace. Something wet fell off my face onto my hands. I looked down at the drops of water on my hand.

Why was I crying?

Surely, I would have expected something sinister to come out of that wardrobe. I knew it wouldn't be bunnies and butterflies, a snake maybe but that would have been a stretch. But seeing my face, seeing my face like that, all twisted and covered with blood, sent horrible thoughts racing through my head.

"Armena?" a voice called behind me, resting a hand on my shoulder.

I jumped at the unexpected contact, turning around to see Dumbledore standing behind me.

"I am sorry to startle you" he spoke eloquently.

I quickly wiped the tears off of my face with the sleeve of my robe.

"No, it's fine. I am just jumpy today" I muttered, shaking my head. 

"Is everything alright?" he looked down upon me with his kind eyes. 

I ignored his question, looking down at the ground. I didn't want to talk about it, I didn't want to replay the images that were floating around my skull. The images of Draven Nott, Tom Riddle, Draco, Theo, and myself. All swarming around like flies in my head. 

"Here," he put a hand on my back guiding me out. "Let's go have a chat in my office." 

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