★ 〓〓 prologue.

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The sound of crickets chirping was the only thing filling Veredia's ears, as she stood in an open field as the cool dusk air blew through her charcoal black hair, eliciting a slight shiver. She didn't know how she had gotten in the field, the last thing she remembered was being at the Malfoy Manor, sitting in the room designated for her.

As she kept darting her eyes around, trying to figure out any sort of familiarity, her eyes settled on a house. Or, what seemed to be a house. It was as if someone had built houses atop one another, and she slowly felt her feet guiding her towards the strange building. She didn't know what was happening, it was as if she couldn't control her own movements.

Soon, she realized that she also couldn't focus her mind, it was like she wasn't in her own body, just a puppet being guided by a hand pulling the strings. Before she reached the house, a figure walked towards her in the distance, and her body abruptly stopped. She couldn't make out who the person was, it was just their silhouette visible.

Trying to speak, no words dared leave her mouth, she wanted to call out to the person, but once more, she was unable to. Feeling as if her body ran numb, the person began running towards her, and Veredia's senses finally kicked in and she felt herself turn around and start running the opposite direction of the stranger.

But her running was futile, Veredia was running in place, but the person behind her was growing closer causing her blood to run cold. As soon as she felt a hand reach out and grab her arm, it was as if a force had shoved her and she lost her breath.

Waking up with a jolt, Veredia scanned her room in annoyance, as she once again had the same reoccurring dream that she had been having ever since she was a little girl. Only, that was the first time the person had ever grabbed her. Sighing to herself, she ran her fingers through her slightly tousled hair, and groaned.

Today was the day that the Death Eaters were having another meeting, only this time her twin brother, Theodore, was involved. It made her anxious, as she knew it meant that he was slowly beginning to transition into a Death Eater. Veredia never liked the idea of being a Death Eater, yes, she had the same morals as her father, but she could never serve Voldemort.

Her brother on the other hand? He seemed okay with the thought, everytime she would mention that she didn't want to become one, he'd try and tell her it's their only hope at safety. With Voldemort still dead, she felt more safe than anything, despite the meetings the Death Eaters kept having, she knew something was up whenever their meetings became more frequent the closer it was time for Hogwarts.

Reluctantly getting up from the bed, she heard someone softly knock on her door, and before she could answer the door was slowly opened. Looking at the person who entered, she looked at him and slowly crossed her arms, and he shook his head. It was like weight had been lifted off her shoulders, as she knew that he didn't have the Dark Mark yet.

"You know it's inevitable. It's our only chances of safety. We serve Voldemort, he'll trust us and protect us." Theo spoke, as he closed the door behind him, and Veredia felt a scoff leave her lips as she rolled her eyes, "He won't protect us. He only cares about power. He'd kill us in a heartbeat if he wanted to." She said, and Theo sighed, knowing she wasn't easily persuaded.

As he guided her over to the bed, they both sat down and he looked at her, "When the time comes for us to become Death Eaters, if you decline, he'll kill you. Father will try and help, just don't make things hard, Vere." He said, and Veredia could laugh, "Father wouldn't help me even if I was being tortured by the torture curse. If anything, he'd join in."

"Don't say that, Vere. Just promise me, you won't do anything that will get you hurt in the end." He spoke, barely above a whisper, and Veredia sighed as she looked away from him, "You know I can't do that." She said, looking at the wall, and she stood up, "Come on. Draco's probably waiting on us to go to Diagon Alley."

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-- perilyune speaks !

this is an extremely slow burn
so if you complain how slow i
am progressing their relationship
i won't hesitate to block you, it
is my story i will write it at my
own pace.