Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Chosen Ones ❯ Chapter 1. In the arms of darkness and loneliness ( Chapter 1 )

July 14, 1986. Unknown time.

I woke up in a small room and began to look around myself and everything around me.

Snow-white curls were tangled and lay sloppily on the floor. My favorite floral dress was taken off, and instead, I was dressed in a simple light blue nightgown with short sleeves.

I began to look around the room. It was small; an adult could hardly fit into it. But the ceiling was so high that the end was not even visible. The room was damp, cold and only one dim light was glowing. There was a metal door in the center, not as high as the ceiling, but still there.

The door was locked, but I still tried to open it to make sure my thoughts were true.

In the end, I sat down in the corner of the room and, tucking my knees, tried to distract myself, but the tears kept coming.

I thought about how good it was before. I missed so much... Mom, Draco, Aunt Narcissa, and even strict Lucius. I missed warm days, and winter days. I missed everything I had at home.

Tears flowed in a stream, I couldn't calm down myself. I felt so lonely as if there was an emptiness inside me..

After some time, the doors opened. The Ministry of Magic workers took me and carried me somewhere. I didn't even try to remember the path; I was led along long corridors with winding turns.

After 10 minutes, as I thought, we arrived. The room was very light, so much so that my eyes began to hurt. I tried to get out, but they injected me with something, after which I could only lie quietly.

"Okay, don't kick, and nothing bad will happen," the nurse's sarcastic voice sounded.

I decided to remain silent for the sake of safety. After everyone was convinced that I was completely healthy, they carried me somewhere again.

This time it was the huge courtroom of the Wizengamot. In the center, there was the Minister of Magic, Millicent Bagnold. The woman looked at me, and hatred and contempt were visible in her eyes. Various Ministry workers were also sitting around her, all of them heatedly discussing something. Sometimes I heard mentions of myself and the Dark Lord. It seemed that everyone around did not care about my presence, and simply continued to discuss the latest events.

At the same time, medical workers sat me on a wide chair, and my hands were chained to the armrests as if I were some kind of villain (although they probably thought so).

"Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you to our meeting on July 14, 1986. Today we are meeting on the issue of the potential danger of You-Know-Who's daughter." Millicent Bagnold began her speech. "As we all know, Elizabeth Riddle was captured on July 12, 1986, at 2 am in France. Elizabeth's mother, known as Adelia Rosier, was killed that same night. It was decided to keep Elizabeth alive until today's meeting so that we could decide her fate. Does anyone have any suggestions?"

Thousands of eyes turned to me. This made me uncomfortable and I lowered my gaze.

"I propose to thoroughly interrogate the girl, and then kill her to eliminate the problems," one of the workers spoke up. Goosebumps ran across my skin.

"This is not a rational decision. The girl may turn out to be useful, or maybe in the future, she will even spy for us. You shouldn't turn a blind eye to this." answered the second voice.

"What spy, have you seen her? She is not capable of anything" Others joined the conversation.

Everyone put forward their ideas. But, to my chagrin, none of them were human enough. Eventually, I just stopped listening and hoped for the best. They contacted me only in extreme cases, the rest of the time I had to just sit and listen.

When everyone stopped talking, the judge ruled: "Life imprisonment in a special cell of the Ministry of Magic."

At this moment I was taken out of the room. And again - long corridors, confusing turns. We came to the room where I was at the beginning.

As soon as we went inside, I was pushed and I ended up on the floor. I turned around and saw Minister Bagnold. Realizing that something terrible was about to happen, I tried to crawl away, but there was too little space.

"Where are we running to?" Bagnold addressed me. "Don't you want to talk to me?"

"No, I don't!" my trembling voice sounded.

I need to be brave and not to be afraid. For mom's sake. But so far it hasn't worked out well.

"That's in vain, it will have to happen anyway", the Minister was approaching. "Crucio!"

A burning unbearable pain went through my entire body. It burned every inch of the body. It felt like you were being burned alive. I screamed and cried until my voice was hoarse. This action lasted only 2 minutes, but I thought that an eternity had passed.

"ANSWER, what do you know about You-Know-Who?" Bagnold's poisonous voice sounded.

"W-Who?" My whole body was shaking, I had difficulty speaking.

"What do you know about your father?" the woman answered impatiently.

"Nothing" Every spoken word hurt my ligaments. "I don't remember him..."

"Lie. Open your eyes!" the Minister said.

I didn't want to, but I understood that if I didn't do this, I would scream in pain again. As soon as I opened my eyelids, I felt as if someone was in my mind. Millicent Bagnold began looking through all my memories. As soon as she got to the flashback with the Dark Lord, I felt a severe headache and nausea.

When this horror finally ended, I heard the Head of the Ministry come out, and, having no more strength, I lost consciousness.

I woke up in the bedroom.

It was a small room. There was a single bed on the side, on which I lay. The sleeping place was the most ordinary: milky bed linen and a dark gray blanket were neatly laid on top. Not far from the bed, there was a small window with bars on it. Under the window there was a sink with a mirror and a fun towel, and next to them was a toilet. Opposite the bed was a brown wooden chest of drawers for storing things. To the left of the chest was a small table and chair. In the center, of course, there was a huge metal door. That's all. The walls are bare, and the furniture is only the bare necessities. Still, it could be worse, right?

I was still wearing that nightgown. The legs and arms were covered with abrasions and minor scratches. I wonder where they came from in such numbers, because the last time I was conscious, they were not there.

My heart flared up with pain and I shrank. Most likely, these were the consequences of the Cruciatus, which the Minister so kindly threw at me.

I wonder how Draco is doing now. After all, he is my only remaining close person... Now. And no matter what, I wanted him to be fine, and not to be touched by the Ministry. They may not realize who helped my family and that the Malfoys are behind it all. I hope so. After all, losing another loved one would be unbearable, I simply won't survive.

I immediately remembered her. Mom.

Outwardly we were very similar. I got her bright green eyes that seemed to shine, white curls, and snow-white skin. The same lips, nose, facial features.

Adelia Rosier came to my father through great misfortune. She was sorted into Gryffindor as a child, which made her family, especially her father, Elden Rosier, furious. Elden was one of the first Death Eaters and also a big fan of Riddle. The older brother, Evan, joined the Death Eaters at the age of 18. Therefore, as soon as Voldemort announced that he wanted an heir, my mother was immediately nominated as a candidate, despite the difference of 30 years.

Mom rarely talked about this, but I know that it was a very sore topic for her. Of course, when you are forced to marry a bloodthirsty killer, you are unlikely to be happy.

Anyway, my uncle Evan died during the battle with the Auror, and my grandfather Elden was killed at the hands of the Dark Lord for some mistake.

Now, when I think about it, it feels like I'm at the bottom of the deep ocean, I can't hear or see anything. I knew that it would not be sweet for me to live here, but I did not think that my body would tremble from torture in the first days. I miss her. And I am incredibly ashamed to be the daughter of the Dark Lord, knowing what my mother went through.

I bent my knees and lowered my head, bursting into tears. I cried and cried, all the time until I simply ran out of energy and passed out.