heart of desire ( harry j potter )

6.0 ∣ the deal

The cold encircles her body, and memories fill her mind. A feeling of guilt swirls around in her stomach. It made her want to crawl out of her body and become something incomparable. She was tired, of knowing that there was nothing that could help, no one that could contain her emotions...other than him.

It was as if everything had disappeared, including him.

"Glad you took my deal, Y/n" She heard the cold voice echoing in her ears, her eyes opened to see the dark lord standing in front of her, with his wand clutched in his hands while studying her trying to find something on an emotionless face.

From the way she looked, her face appeared to be that of a corpse. No expression appeared behind her eyes.

Narcissa squeezed her hand slightly, which caused Y/n to feel some comfort, but not the entire sensation. At this point, Y/n was standing in the presence of a dark lord. 

She was left with no other choice as her blood ran cold and frozen. With a twist of his lips, the dark lord raised a smile on his face."I am pleased that you have chosen the right path."

She had nothing else to do, this was her last choice of life...

Seeing the dark lord, her face remained blank as she stared at the eyes that glowed with an evil look, unlike anything she had ever seen before. It was as if she was gazing at him alone, the darkroom surrounding her, her eyes fixed on him as the guilt and anger accumulated in her stomach. "My lord." She said, head high.

Trying not to be bothered by any other death eaters in the room, one of them being Bellatrix Lestrange.

The letter was addressed to someone she would not permit the dark lord to see and would risk her own life to save. As Voldemort called "Come, Black", Y/n walked forward, holding her hands out in front of her. Once again, she serves her mother as an emotionless robot, she was back to square one.

Y/n's shoulder was placed with a cold hand, making her feel an acute sense of coldness to rival even the winter nights. "I have placed all my trust in your brother..." Voldemort spoke, "Trustworthy man...a bright man...I see you wanted to follow in his footsteps..." Still, no reply from Y/n as she nodded her head in agreement. "You shall complete this small task that I have set for you...to prove your new loyalty...to me rather than Harry Potter."

At the mention of his name, her body froze. He was the boy who had saved her life. Currently, all that had happened had been forgotten. All the love and care had been lost.

In an effort to examine her, he removed the hand and paced around her. As Voldemort held his wand and manipulated it, something came into view, covered with a cloth. A complete lack of clarity was evident in Y/ns eyes as she scanned through it. Despite their agreement, the dark lord did not simply assign a simple task to her, as he explained.

A man was shown floating in the air after removing the fabric from the object. "He's a muggle, one off the streets..." Voldemort spoke, glancing over at Y/n, who looked up at the man knowingly. In his eyes, tears glistened as he stared at her.

Although he tried to speak, a strange charm prevented him from speaking. The feeling of guilt struck her as her stomach punched her. Imagine the possibility that Sirius might be watching her. He would feel betrayed. Unfortunately, she had little choice. "He worked for the ministry before losing his magic, he's useless and knows too much...in the wizarding world"

"Now it's your turn to torture him in forgetting everything about his life," Voldemort commented with a hint of excitement. "Shouldn't be hard...I'll take away the hard part...surely, it should be easier...if you want my trust...your brother went through the same thing, but worse"