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Part 82 Trapped

You've noticed a fidgeting figure approach the gate that stopped just barely behind Mortier. When she revealed herself, you recognized her by her infamous bushy hair and over-sized glasses - Sybil Patricia Trelawney. What was she doing with this enemy?

Yet of course, Sybil had been desperately looking for all sorts of jobs, so as long as she'd be acknowledged and rewarded for her 'prophecies' it is believable she'd work under anyone.

Sybil dawdled towards you, closing her eyes underneath her enormous glasses as she stretched out her hands towards your face, grunting out ridiculous hums as if she was trying to act out a trance.

"Your name" - she twirled her hands right in front of your eyes "Is of great importance"

Ah. Seers. 

"Lovely to meet you too, Sybil"

She widened her eyes in shock, jumping back startled, as if you just were the one to give her a reading "You know my name!"

"Yes." - your eyes jumped from the further away observing Mortier then her

"Enough of the none-sense" - Mortier interrupted "Seer, do as you've been told. Show me this ones future. Even if not much"

Sybil shut her eyes again and wiggled her fingers right above your head as she hummed  "I see something... ahhh yes.... You.... You will be in danger" - she jumped as if exaggerating a shock "You have a dark aura surrounding you! Something has claimed you and darkened your mind, the shadow grows and grows inside your heart!"

You looked at her confused

"Enough of this." - Mortier stated, shooting Sybil a glare "Can you read her future or not?"

When Sybil fell quiet, she covered her mouth with her hand as her eyes shot out sparks of fear. Mortier looked as if he began to realize he was being juked.

"I-I can" - Sybil said

"Get on with it" 

But when she turned back to you, she had trouble giving you a reading, if it wasn't because of the lack in her abilities then it was due to the sharp strike of fear. Mortier sensed that utter weakness he did not want  "I've seen enough." - he added

"But.." - Sybil instantly cried out

"Useless" - he yanked out his wand, grabbed her by her hair and dragged her down to the floor, causing her to collapse down on her knees. As he was about slit her throat, Sybil let out a yelp

"No!" 

Wind gushed inside and outside of the cell, murdering the light of the candles. The room fell dark. There was some sort of ambiance of the nearby crows and trees that sent shivers down your spine.

Sybil began to speak as if she had lost all the softness and unlike her usual voice - this was deep and terrifying. Her eyes rolled back as her back bend backwards, causing Mortier to fully release her.

"A connection between the heirs. A pair of riving bloodlines. Future is full of demise, a bond so powerful and toxic that for neither will end well. The connection was once a three, an innocent soul in a body - has been completely destroyed by the ignorance and pride of the other"

As if smacking back, her body twisted forwards and all of the wind and cold air had escaped the room along with the movement. She coughed as the candles lit back on, completely delirious of what just happened.

And this prophecy was about you. It was surely going to be stuck in your head for a while.

Being on a verge of death had made her fall into an utter trance.

However, Mortier did not look satisfied. Those were not the answers he had been looking for "Leave, useless seer." - he sneered as he pushed her out of the cell then looked back at you, smirking at the chains "I will get the prophecy out of you one way or another. We shall see how much pain you can withhold, child."

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At the moment, back in the lair of death eaters, the followers were crackling at a table with their mortifying voices.

But all chatter went dead silent once Tom Riddle entered the room.

He slowly approached his seat - the one all other seats were facing and as he sat down, Nagini, who has been by his side, slithered onto the table to whisper something to Tom. 

"Nagini tells me" - Riddle stroked the snake's head with his pale fingers as his red eyes glinted at his followers "That you do not tell me the truth" - his pupils stopped at the sight of the female follower with messy hair "Bellatrix."

Instantly, her grin was shot down as she lowered her head, letting out a slight whimper "..My lord.."

"I do not like liars, Lestrange" - he sneered, creating tension between himself and her "However." - Tom added, shifting his sneer into blankness "I, the merciful lord, shall grant you a chance of redemption." - he stood up, calling for Nagini who had slithered towards Bellatrix. As Riddle let his snake intimidate his follower, Tom himself circled around the table, his followers barely able to hold a single eye contact "Find her."

Rapidly, one by one of the figures flew out of the room followed by the heavy mass of black smoke as this order now appealed to all of his army. Riddle postponed his plans of attack simply due to the sudden strike of worry he felt for this one person who had been taken.

Riddle went to the top of the Manor as he watched the moonlit sky, clenching onto the gaunts' ring he once gave to you, the one he previously masked a spell on as a hoax.

The wind was gently breezing his dark hair back from his handsome features as he twirled the ring between his fingers. As he watched the gold shine, his mind had taken him back down memory lane of some nights he couldn't forget.

There was a fine line between love and power.