Chapter 41 : Fenrir Returns
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You know, I had always had some kind of respect for my mother, and now all I see he as is scum. She's useless, and frankly, I didn't see why the Dark Lord wanted her. Who knows, mabye he didn't want her.
I was anxiously awaiting the time that the Dark Lord would return for me. It wasn't a good anxious though, it was the kind of anxious that made your stomach turn and lurch and squish together, like I would through it. It was maddening! I hated it.
But today my mother somehow managed to confront me. Just as I was settleing down for bed, she appeared in my room. I didn't even know she was there until I heard the door shut with a soft "click".
I looked around, startled. I was hopeing to see Nicole, so when I saw my mother my eyes instantly drooped down with disgust.
"What do you want?" I snarled acidly.
"How are you sweetie?" she asked in a sickening sweet voice, ignoring my question. I made a gagging noise, crossing my arms over my chest. Her face instantly turned hard and her voice came out in a sneer. "Okay, then. I'm passing off news from the Dark Lord."
"So your his new owl?" I asked in the same sickening, sweet voice that she tried to use on my. She glared at me, and I'm sure she would've hit me if she wasn't on Voldemort's orders. She continued with her hands formed in tight fists.
"I'm here to tell you that your training starts tomorrow," she said in a proud voice, but her glare still pierced me.
"Training?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing together and my mouth opening slightly.
"Noon sharp," she snapped. "Be ready." Then, with a swish of her cloak, she was gone.
I stared at the door for a minute then groaned and flopped onto my bed, it made squeaks under the sudden weight, bouncing me slightly up and down. This was, and I knew it already, going to be the worst summer vacation I had ever had.
I woke up extremely early the next morning, nervous and giddy about the upcoming events. I was curious, as always, who my "trainer" was and why I needed training. Sure, sure, there was the "power" (but I still wasn't exactly sure of what it was) and the fact that I was a "Death Eater", even though it wasn't by choice. Still, curiousity was running through my veins.
By nine o'clock I was already ready for the day. I had already taken my shower, ate breakfast, and even cleaned my room. Through that whole period of time my stomach fluttered and my head would spin from anxiety. It seemed that time was moving slower than it should. Every tick of the clock felt like a minute. Every minute felt like an hour. And every hour felt like a day. It was maddening.
By ten o'clock I was about ready to explode. I sat in the living room, for the first time since I had gotten home, on one of the plump white couches, my head hanging off the side. I hummed nonchalantly to myself, forcing myself not to look at the clock.
At eleven o'clock I was still in the living room. I paced back and forth infront of the fire place, I still wasn't allowing myself to look at the clock. I cheated sometimes, though, the ticking all became too much and I just couldn't stop myself.
Eleven-thirty I made myself an early lunch, I wasn't sure if I would have to skip it. I ate as slowly as I could, and still, I would not look at the clock.
The clock chimed once. Twice. Three times. My eyes fluttered open, I had somehow fallen asleep at the kitchen table. I rubbed the sleep away from my eyes and stood up quickly. Just after the clock chimed the last time, the door bell rang.
I jumped up when the sound flitted through the house. I stumbled as I approached the door, I could see the outline of someone standing just outside of it. I was hopeing with all my might that it was not, in any shape or form, Voldemort. Even though, from the looks of it, it looked highly doubtful, but I still had that suspicion that he just might pop up at some random moment, and that that random moment could be now.
After straightening my clothes, I slowly opened the door, reavealing who was behind it. I was relieved, and rather angry at who stood there. I had the sudden urge to just slam the door in his face and stomp off to my room. But I held off the urge and stepped aside so he could enter.
Fenrir Greyback stepped in, dressed in a somewhat formal suit. His hair was slightly messed up from being blown around in the strong winds outside, and his face looked hard and annoyed, like he didn't want to be here. I shut the door behind him sharply, because frankly, I didn't want him here either.
"Fenrir!" my mother exclaimed sweetly. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard her voice, I didn't know she was anywhere around me. I turned around just in time to see her give him a wet kiss. I made a gagging noise and rolled my eyes. My mother gave me a death glare, it looked like she was trying to murder me with her mind.
"Can someone please tell me that he--" I pointed an accusing finger at Fenrir-- "is not the person who is "training" me." I used air quotes when I said training for dramatic effect; it worked. I got, if possible, even a more murderous glare from my mother. She was about to say something, but Fenrir cut her off, holding up his hand.
"Now you listen here," he said in a forced calm voice. "If you think I want to be here to "train" you, then you've got it all wrong. I'm only here because of orders." I rolled my eyes again.
"Then why don't you just leave?" I suggested, hopeing that he would take the hint. He didn't answer me, instead he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down to the basement. It hurt like hell and I knew that I would have a bruise there later on. Once down in the basement I yanked my arm out of his grasp, rubbing it. It throbbed painfully, and I sent him a glare.
"You know," he sneered. "If you were a smart little girl, you'd just listen to what I say."
"Well, it looks like I'm one dumb little girl, because I'm leaving," I said. I began to make my way towards the door, but only got a total of five steps before he pulled me back, grasping my arm tightly again.
"Oh no you don't," he snarled. "You're going to stay here, even if I have to tie you up." I glared at him and fought his death grasp on my arm. It hurt even more than it had before.
"Let go of me," I hissed. He let go of me and brought out his wand, aiming it squarely at my chest.
"If you even try to escape one more time, I'll use the crustacious curse on you," he said slowly.
"Yeah, I'm so scared," I muttered, wishing I had my wand with me.
"Oh, we'll see how scared you are," he laughed. "Crucio!"
Oh don't you just love the drama?!
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