I've decided to continue with this version too :)
"You're our daughter"
My mind froze-completely froze as it worked overtime to process those three simple words that left the mouth of the darkest and most feared wizard in the history of the Wizarding World. I stared at him, unable to believe him- no matter the sincerity in his voice. I refused with every ounce of my body- I refused to believe him. My head slowly started shaking in disbelief.
No. No. No.
I couldn't be his daughter. I couldn't be their daughter.
"I think you are mistaken," I whispered almost inaudibly.
The man almost seemed to sigh before responding, "I am never mistaken."
"Isabellaaa…yooou are our daughterrr….Bellatrix stretched the words out. I shook my head faster as if that would help get my point across.
Have they lost their bloody minds?
I am not their daughter!
They exchanged two expressions of worry and concern, before Bellatrix slowly got up and walked around the table to stand next to me.
She gently put her hand on my shoulder.
"Why don't you rest….hmmm? You still look very tired." She said in a surprisingly normal tone. For the first time since I met her, she sounded…sane? No. She's insane. She has to be insane.
However, I slowly nodded. Sleep sounded good…alone time sounded even better. I could use the time to figure out what the hell I am going to do as these crazy (extremely dangerous) wizards that think I'm their daughter.
But then I'll be locked back away? Presumably, by something more complex than a simple spell.
My thoughts flickered back to the previous conversation topic. He's not letting me leave.
Anger swelled inside me- I'm not staying here.
I need to convince him that I'm not his daughter.
…Than he'll just kill you, Isabella.
I let out a long sigh, and followed Bellatrix back to the room I woke up in. The Dark Lord got to his feet and drifted behind us. Is he coming along to ensure the locking of me away forever?
When we reached the room- I simply entered, walked straight to the nearest door (bathroom or closet- I could care less)-
"Isabella-"The dark lord began.
-and slammed it shut with a defiantly loud bang.
"Teenagers," I heard him angrily hiss from behind the door. "There is no point to trying to leave the room- I'll simply know if you do."
I pursed my lips. This is going to be a lot trickier.
"If you need anything…." Bellatrix said in a very strained and awkward manner, before I heard footsteps leaving and the room's door close.
This couldn't be happening to me.
I sunk to the floor. I brought my knees up to my chest, than wrapped my arms protectively around myself.
I closed my eyes for a full minute- willing this all to be a bad dream, before I decided it is better to face reality head on:
My name is Isabella Riddle.
I'm in a bathroom in a room in a place somewhere, where the Dark Lord resides.
He thinks I'm his daughter.
Him and his wife are completely mental.
I can't leave.
And I don't have the slightest clue what to do.
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