Upcoming
~~Y/N's POV~~
I woke up in the morning with two arms around my waist, my head was pounding, I drank way too much the night before. When I fell into reality I almost felt like I could kill myself, why would I do that to myself?
"Good morning Sunshine." Oh, no. Not his morning voice, it's so... deep.
I took his arms off my waist and quickly got up and started to get dressed.
"Where are you going?" His voice ranged on my head like pure music, I loved it, I wanted to hear it every day all day, but I couldn't. Why does stuff have to be like this?
"Out." I tried to be as blunt as possible, I didn't want anymore conversation.
"Y/N, please don't leave, we need to talk." I needed to leave fast, I was planning on just pretending this never happened, I need to keep my feelings down for this, the more I see him or hear his voice more love and affection I want to give him but I can't ...
I finished getting dressed in a couple of seconds and with the heels still in my hand I burst out of the room as fast as I could and started to run to my room. I entered the room and pressed my back against the door, letting my knees press against my chest and trying to control my breathing, tears started to try to escape my eyes, all of this image I put up in front of others is tiring when all I want is to end this damn thing and be on his arms and his only.
After a few minutes of what felt like an hour, I calmed myself down and walked to the bathroom, I looked straight into the mirror and saw how puffy and red they were. I decided to have a shower, I felt the hot water touch my cold skin and it felt so magical, 5and change into a nightgown, I just wanted to feel somewhat comfortable.
I sat at my desk, a place where I look into my soul and search for answers, I write letters, random stories, and what is going on with me.
I have written some letters to people as if something ever happened to me but they aren't in my life anymore so I keep them in a stack on the back of the drawer next to my desk, now everything that is written on the paper is a simple mess, feelings, and a piece of what I think. Without thinking twice I started writing, the quill moved in my hand like pure bliss, I felt in control, the world suddenly was quiet and I could find some inner peace. I felt like I was myself again, not just a fake but me. I decided I was going to write something similar to a letter, I knew that was necessary and that it would come sooner or later so better now than ever.
I wrote and wrote till I couldn't feel my hand, and ran out of ink, and when I looked up from my desk it was night, I have been so focused I didn't notice how much time I took and how hungry I was.
It was kinda cold so I put a robe on, I started to walk towards the kitchen when I passed through a room and heard some mumbling, curiosity always got the best of me so I decided to put my ear closer to the door and heard, "A Horcrux, she is a Horcrux, Severus. I made 7 of them, I feel like Potter has been destroying some and the only ones still standing are Nagini, the Diadem, and her, the war is closer I can feel it, don't let anything happen to her Severus."
Horcrux? What is it? I have heard it somewhere but where? Maybe in some books in the library?
"Don't worry my Lord, I will protect her with everything I have, Y/N is not going anywhere." Me? Am I the Horcrux? This isn't making any sense.
I took my ear out of the door and ran to the library, thankfully it was on the same floor as my bedroom, I started to look deeply into each book on my way, making a pile of books in each section, even forgetting my hunger that changed into adrenaline, I needed answers.
After half an hour and about 100 books, I found one that seemed like it had the answer, the cover said in golden letters "Objects of dark magic", I read the index and on page 37 it had the answer.
" Horcrux
A Horcrux is a powerful object in which a Dark wizard or witch has hidden a fragment of his or her would for the purpose of attaining immortality. Creating one Horcrux gives one the ability to anchor one's own soul to earth if the body is destroyed; the more Horcruxes one creates, the closer one is to true immortality. Creating multiple Horcruxes is suggested to be costly to the creator, by both diminishing their humanity and even physically disfiguring them."
That's all it says on the whole page, there is nothing more. I fell to my knees instantly, tears being to leave my eyes. I have a piece of Voldemort's soul in me. I did some bad things in the past, terrible, I hurt a lot of people because I was told to, but just now I am understanding, I was a killing machine, a toy, nothing else.
Rage fills me and my veins, replacing the blood in my body, I was even getting warmer.
My mind was divided, continuing to work with Lord Voldemort or betray him. Even if the first option sounded safer and the track I have been on for years, I finally realize that the second one is the right one.
Regret. All I could feel now was regret, I lost everyone I ever had because I was blinded by power, I lost my humanity, how could I ever do this to myself?
I needed to figure out a plan quickly.
And I know just how can help me...
[A/N: Heyyyy, I am back after a break, I am really sorry for it but my mental health has being terrible and I just couldn't tell myself to write but I decided to give everyone a little gift.
Covid has been terrible in my country as well, so we are all back at home with no classes for two weeks.
So please be safe, TPWK, all the love ;)]