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Chapter 15

That night I planned to sit down with my parents and tell them everything before the next day of infiltrating Mysti's mind was upon us.

"Dad..Mum?" I called out knocking on their door 

"Mysti come in" My dad said opening the door and gesturing me inside

I looked around the room for Bellatrix but she was absent

"Is Mum here too?" I asked 

"Afraid not Msyt. she's off doing some errands for The Dark lord, anything I can help with?" He said honestly

"Well i was kind of hoping to talk to both of you but here goes. I'm resisting the mind infiltration for a reason" I breathed looking into my dads eyes which were the exact shade of mine 

"Why Mysti" he asked gesturing me to go on

"Firstly I had feelings not too long ago of not wanting to be a death eater and i was scared that if..he found out things wouldn't be good" I said still looking right into his eyes

"Mysti he doesn't tie you to the stake for not wanting to be a death eater when you're only sixteen" he said laughing "that comes when your much older" he finished jokingly as my eyes widened

"What's the second reason sweetheart?" He asked with a serious face

"I think you know.." I said in barely a whisper

"You're power" He said nodding  "Look Mysti Voldemort is eventually going to find out about your power. I can go and talk to him about these other things you've told me tonight which would ideally throw the whole mind infiltration thing out the window but the power thing, that's up to you." Dad said heading to exit the room "And knowing him he'd respect you much more if you told him yourself. It might be daunting but it would earn his trust" and with that he left

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I looked at the clock in my room it read 11:42pm it was certainly time for bed although I had no idea how I was to sleep with the huge decision of my secret hanging over my head. I hopped into bed and lay my head down on the pillow, I frowned as I heard something crinkle I pushed myself into a sitting position and lifted my mattress to find none other than Dumbledore's letter.

"Why me?" I breathed to myself feeling like Neville Longbottom as I began to open the letter

Dear Mystique 

You are probably surprised that i am writing to you  Well that's an understatement I thought to myself

but all i wish to say is that i know about your power

and i can help you. Don't expose yourself to voldemort

until i speak to you. Please Mystique I have seen a 

future where he wins and it isn't glamorous let me 

help you make the right choice.

yours sincerely 

A.P.W.B.D 

I groaned in frustration 'help me make the right choice' didn't Dumbledore realize? I have no choice

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sorry for the hiatus and sorry it was kinda shitty and short will update again soon