Arrival At The Mansion
A woman was approaching Harrie, a very very young woman. She had long thick jet black hair and a very pale face, and with the black robes she was wearing, she looked like a ghost approaching Harrie.
As she got closer, Harrie could see her facial features better. She had sharp structure bones, giving her some sort of an aristocratic look. Harrie thought her beautiful until she saw her eyes. They were dark and mad. she stopped in front of Harrie, fixing her gaze on her, giving her a smile, showing Harrie her white teeth, causing a cold chill run down Harrie’s spine.
“Hello?’’ Harrie said. The mysterious woman looked at Harrie from head to toe “you are dressed like a Muggle’’ she pointed out disgustedly. Her voice had a tone of insanity to it. “ I’m sorry, who are you?’’ Asked Harrie. “ Oh, Sorry love, I’m Bellatrix. Bellatrix Black.’’ She paused looking at Harrie as though her name ought to mean something to Harrie. When it was obvious that Harrie had no idea what her name meant, she continued “ I was told by the dark Lord to come and take you to him.’’
Harrie was confused. The dark Lord? “look woman. Bella whatever your name is. I don’t know who you are and I don’t know
who the fuck this dark Lord is. And I’m definitely not going anywhere with you. So why don’t you just leave me alone and this
won’t end badly for you’’ Harrie said with a bored expression in her voice. As she was saying this, her companion’s eyes got Wilder and scarier. And by the time Harrie was finished, she had an arrogant smirk on her face. She stepped even closer to Harrie, towering her. She was a short woman but still bigger that an eleven year old Harrie. ‘’Listen love’’ she said condescendingly. The terrifying smirk still on her lips. ‘’You can not hurt me even in my sleep little princess. And if you continue talking to me like that, I won’t care that the dark lord is expecting you. I will take my time to teach you how to treat your superior.’’ And before Harrie could say anything back, the mad woman grabbed her arm and apparated.
Harrie had only done side-long apparation once with her father. This one was every bit as unpleasant as she remembered it. When
they landed Harrie tripped and she bent down gagging. Harrie was so enraged by the mad woman that when she composed herself, she didn’t even look around to see where she was. She just straightened her spine, held up her hand and Bellatrix Black started choking. Harrie was so angry by the invasion of this woman that she knew she could kill her right then and there.
Harrie only stopped as her father’s hissy voice demanded her to. “Harrie, would you please let go of Miss Black.” Harrie lowered her hand and the mad woman started taking deep breaths with sounds of desperation, her pale complexion taking back her now purple face. A menacing smirk on her face.
Harrie gave her one last look of repugnance before turning to her farther. To say that she was shocked when she laid eyes on him would be an understatement. In front of a victorian style mansion with long windows and beautiful stonework stood a man resembling Tom Riddle. There was barely any trace left of the handsome face Harrie remembered. The face that her father shared with Tommy. The man standing in front of Harrie was bald. The silky dark brown hair was no more. The tan skin that Harrie shared with her father was now not just pale but white. His eyes appeared …. Red? His nose was just, well, not there. What the hell had happened to him?
Harrie was so overcome by curiosity that she forgot to be angry at him for killing Tommy and sending that mad woman to her. Harries eyes darted to the man standing next to her father. He
appeared to be in his forties. He was tall and masculine. His robes hugging his frame perfectly. His graying hair was styled handsomely on his head. Harrie could smell his sharp cologne from where she was standing. Her father noticed Harrie looking at the man.
“Radcliffe, why don’t you invite Harrie inside and show her around. I will join you briefly, I have a small business to discuss with miss Black.” Said Tom Riddle. “Yes my Lord” answered the man, looking at Harrie and gesturing for her to enter the mansion.
My lord? Harrie thought to herself. Since when her father was a fucking lord? Harrie walked towards the man she now knew to be Radcliffe but not before looking at Bellatrix Black and mouthing “cunt” to her.
Harrie walked towards the mansion, her eyes drawn to the enchanting sight of purple jasmines climbing and cascading over the stone walls, their sweet scent mingling with the evening air. The flowers added a touch of elegance and color to the imposing structure, softening its grandeur. As she stepped through the large oak doors, a cool breeze greeted her, a welcome relief from the warmth of the July night.
The entrance hall was inviting and beautifully decorated. Polished marble floors reflected the soft light from an ornate chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, depicting serene landscapes and historical scenes. A grand staircase with intricately carved wooden banisters curved gracefully upwards, leading to the upper floors. Elegant furniture, upholstered in deep velvets and silks, was arranged tastefully around the room, creating cozy sitting areas. The cool air was scented faintly with lavender and sandalwood, adding to the hall's soothing ambiance. It was a stark contrast to the tension and danger outside, making the interior of the mansion feel almost like a sanctuary.
The man gestured for Harrie to follow him further into the mansion. “Let me show you where you’ll be staying,” he said in a smooth, courteous voice. Harrie frowned, her confusion evident. Staying here? “Who are you?” she inquired, her tone a mix of curiosity and suspicion. The man turned to her, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on his lips. “My name is Edward Radcliffe, but all your questions will be answered by the Dark Lord. Please, wait for him to tell you all you need to know.” His response did little to alleviate her confusion, but she decided to follow him for now, her mind swirling with questions and apprehension.
Harrie followed Edward Radcliffe up the grand staircase and down a long, elegantly decorated hallway. He stopped in front of a large wooden door and pushed it open, revealing a spacious, cozy room. The room was furnished with a large canopy bed draped in rich, emerald green curtains, and a matching quilt that looked invitingly soft. There was a beautiful wooden desk by the window, adorned with intricate carvings, and a plush armchair beside a roaring fireplace. Bookshelves lined one wall, filled with leather- bound volumes that hinted at a wealth of knowledge.
To the side, a door led to a private bathroom. Harrie peeked inside and saw a luxurious space with a deep claw-foot bathtub, a separate glass-enclosed shower, and a pristine porcelain sink with elegant fixtures. A toilet was discreetly tucked away in a corner, adding to the room’s convenience and comfort.
As Harrie took in her surroundings, she noticed a snowy owl perched on a stand near the desk, its bright eyes watching her curiously. “The Dark Lord thought you might need an owl when you attend Hogwarts,” Edward explained, noting Harrie’s surprised expression. Harrie blinked, confusion written all over her face. “What the hell is Hogwarts? And why would I need an owl?” she demanded. Edward simply smiled that same enigmatic smile and said, “All your questions will be answered soon. For now, make yourself comfortable.” With that, he turned and left the room, leaving Harrie alone with her swirling thoughts and the watchful owl.