Stolen Letter

Chapter 7: I Want the Truth

The walk upstairs seemed incredibly long and only added to my growing anxiety at meeting one of the darkest wizards of our time. Severus was by my side, trying to ease my anxiety as he used his thumb to rumb small circles on my back. I could hear Lucius and Narcissa's whispers from in front of us.

"What if he recognizes her? What do you think he will do?" Lucius asks, fearfully.

"I don't know, but I can't lose her again, Lucius. I can't... I- I don't think I'll survive."

What? I thought to myself as we continued walking. Who do they think I am and who did they lose? Why would the Dark Lord recognize me if I've never even met him before... but they recognized me and I've never met them either. What the hell is going on?

"I won't let anything happen to her!" Lucius continues in a hushed tone, "I won't lose her either, darling."

Severus looks at me, confusion behind his eyes as he whispers to me.

"Who are you? How do they know you?"

"I wish I knew, Sev. I- I can't remember ever knowing them but I feel... strangely safe with them, Sev," I respond, trying to make sense of my feelings.

As we reach the top of the stairs, I notice Lucius and Narcissa separate and stand on opposite sides of me and Severus, their hands on their wands, preparing to fight if they need to. Who are they? Why would they care what happens to me? I thought to myself as Voldemort began to speak.

"Ah, there you all are." His snake-like voice sends shivers through my body as I keep my face down, not daring to look him in the eyes. "And this must be the lovely Y/n. Tell me dear, why must you hide your face?" He hisses.

I felt everyone's eyes on me as I slowly lifted my head. Voldemort freezes as he stares at me.

"It's not possible... Y/n?"

I could feel myself getting angry once again as Voldemort continues to stare at me.

"Can you all stop doing that?!" I yell.

Narcissa whispers next to me, "Y/n! What have you done. You just yelled at the Dark Lord." Her voice is laced with fear as she looks between me and Voldemort, afraid of what he will do next.

"Y/n, please," Lucius begs as he and Narcissa step in front of me. "Please don't anger him, you'll only make it worse." Narcissa places a hand on my shoulder but this only angers me more. I shrug off her hand and pull away from Severus.

"No! You're all whispering about me and acting like you know me!" I look directly at Voldemort, no longer caring about the consequences. "Well get this through your thick skull! I don't know you! I am not this fucking Y/n person! We may have the same name but I don't know you!" I scream.

"Y/n, please," Severus begs as he moves closer to me.

"Leave me the fuck alone, Severus!" I step back, anger fueling my actions. "Is that why you brought me here?! So they could pretend to know me?! You know how I feel about my past and this is bullshit!"

"No, Y/n! I didn't know about any of this! I swear! Just calm down, Y/n, please!"

Voldemort gets up and walks over to you as Narcissa looks at me, fear in her eyes.

Severus, Lucius, and Narcissa walk to my side, afraid of how close Voldemort is getting to me. Severus pulls me into him as Voldemort laughs.

"My, my. We certainly are protective, aren't we," he chuckles, somehow finding this whole situation amusing

Third Person/Author POV

"My, my. We certainly are protective, aren't we," he chuckles, somehow finding this whole situation amusing.

Severus says nothing, just pulls you closer. Lucius and Narcissa watch the scene unfold, prepared to protect me if needed.

"So, how long have you two known each other?" Voldemort asks.

"We met in our first year of Hogwarts," I respond, staring directly into eyes, refusing to let him intimidate me.

"Aww that's cute," Voldemort laughs as he continues. "She really never told you, Severus?"

Severus looks down at me and I feel a surge of guilt wash over me, but for what I do not know. I look at Voldemort and suddenly don't care what he does to me. I want answers.

"Please, do enlighten me as to what it is I haven't told him because apparently, I haven't told myself either," I respond with a slight smirk.

"Wow, time really hasn't changed you," Voldemort laughs. "Still the same smartass Y/n."

"You know each other?" Severus asks, looking down at me. The unexplainable guilt returns, along with the anger.

"I've never met him," you respond before turning to Voldemort. "I've told you this already. I don't know you!"

"Well, it's good to know my memory spells are still working," Voldemort replies. It felt as if the wind had been knocked out of me. Is this why I can't remember my parents? Is this why large chunks of my memory are missing? Anger rises in me once again as I shout at him.

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

"Come here, dear," Voldemort ignores your question and continues. "Let me look at you. It's been years."

"My Lord-" Lucius begins, but Voldemort cuts him off.

"Oh, please, like I'd actually hurt her. She is my blood after all."

What the hell is going on? I screamed inside my head. Severus looks down at me once again.

"Y/n?" I can see the hurt in his eyes. He feels I've betrayed him and a part of me feels I've betrayed him too, but I can't understand why.

"Severus, don't. She doesn't remember. I'm sure she would've told you eventually, but she doesn't remember. Just give her a minute," Narcissa soothes.

"Come here, Y/n. Let me look at you," Voldemort orders once again. I pulled away from Severus and walked toward Voldemort. I wait for him to hex me or torture me. I wait for the inevitable pain I know is coming... but what he does next shocked me; he pulled me into a hug. I stood there shocked, unsure of what to do for a moment before finally hugging him back. I can't explain the strange feeling that washes over me as I stand there, hugging one of the most dangerous wizards of my time. The hug somehow feels familiar and I can't explain why. From across the room I hear Lucius and Narcissa breathe a sigh of relief knowing Voldemort isn't angry and isn't planning to hurt me. Voldemort pulls away and looks into my eyes, holding my face.

"Tell me, child. Would you like your memories back?" He asks.

"Yes, I want the truth."