‹ Prequel: The Dark Witch
The Return of the Dark Witch
Vice
P.O.V – Maria Le Fay
I strongly dislike the color green. I couldn’t help but think to myself, as I walked down the stone corridor. A dim green light lighting the way. I could already tell I was going to go mad down here. I chuckled to myself, well; I would, if I wasn’t already.
I ran my hand against the bare stone wall, I should almost be to my room now. For, as it turns out, the Slytherin girls didn’t have dorms so much as bedrooms. I had picked up on this after passing doors singularly labeled with last names like, ‘Parkinson’ and 'Bulstrode'. What kinds of names are those anyway? Now all I had to do was find, ‘Sinclair’ and I would be all set.
I brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes. ‘Find Sinclair’, I laughed inwardly. That was exactly what I needed to be doing. I still didn’t understand. I know who I am. I am Maria Le Fay, but I still don’t know who that is. I know that I was Becky Sinclair, but I don’t know anything about her, my, birth, and my parents…
On the whole, I have no idea who I really am. The only thing I know for certain, in my life now, is revenge. Revenge against Voldemort, Snape, and everyone who ever hurt me and Sirius. I’m certain that once I accomplish those things, I will have done enough to save Sirius’ soul so he can rest. It had to be enough.
Finally, and at the end of the long corridor, I saw my name. 'Sinclair', printed silver cursive lettering. I smiled, grasping the handling and pushing the door open. To see Sirius sitting on my large green covered bed. He looked more haggard since the last time I had seen him, and very concerned.
“What are you doing, Maria?” He asked softly.
I stiffened, shutting the door behind me and crossing my arms over my chest, turning back to him, “What do you mean?” I replied, my voice tight.
Sirius gave a low growl, standing up and walking towards me, “You know exactly what I mean.” He replied, his voice deepening. He pressed his hand to his heart, “All this hate in here.” He swallowed hard, frowning, “You’re going down the wrong road, Maria.”
I raised my eyebrows, “The wrong road?” I snapped, uncrossing my arms, “Saving you? What? Do you like being tortured?”
Sirius withdrew backwards for a moment, stiffening.
“Oh yeah, I know about that, Sirius!” I said, glaring at him for a moment. Though, I couldn’t help but soften, as he sighed, turning away from me to sit back on my bed.
“What did you want me to say, Maria?” He said softly, “You didn’t even remember who you were, let alone me…” He broke off as I moved to sit beside him, grasping one of his hands in mine. He took a deep breath as I nodded for him to continue, “And look at you now.” He said seriously, meeting my eyes, “Don’t turn out like him, Maria, please.” He begged. I remained expressionless, he pressed his other hand to my cheek, “You know I’m with Voldemort when I’m not with you. So you can believe me when I tell you, I’ve seen him, Maria, and he’s happy. He’s happy you want revenge. You’re doing just what he wants…”
My eyes flashed as I broke apart from Sirius, standing up to face him, “And what would you have me do, Sirius?” I asked furiously, “Just be ‘Becky Sinclair’ and go about my merry way while you suffer?”
He didn’t even hesitate before nodding, “Yes.” He replied softly, “Yes, I would.”
I softened instantly, I could feel tears forming in my eyes, “And that’s why I have to save you.” I replied softly.
A moment passed, before Sirius stood up, tears in his eyes as well, as he pulled me into a tight embrace. Pressing his face hard into my hair.
“Well, this is touching.” I heard a familiar voice behind me, a chill going up my spine as Sirius and I broke apart. Turning to face the one man who had successfully ruined both our lives.
“How are you here?” I asked Voldemort, my voice shaking, as I addressed my father.
He smirked, his red eyes flashing as he took a step closer to me and Sirius, “Silly girl, I can be, well,” He tilted his head, “in a manner of speaking, wherever you are.” Voldemort turned to look at Sirius a cold look on his face, “As can 'young' Sirius Black here.” Stepping forward, he snapped his long fingers, causing Sirius to vanish.
My eyes widened, I could feel my back stiffening, as he turned his cold gaze back towards me. I swallowed nervously, raising my hand into the air and forming a small ball of fire.
He eyed it for a moment, “Impressive.” He said quietly, snapping his wrist. The fire leaping off my hand and wrapping itself around my neck, strangling me, “Very impressive.” Said Voldemort softly, as he brushed his right hand across my cheek while I gasped for air, “Now you listen to me, daughter. You will do as I say.” He hissed, “You will help young Draco in the mission I have given him. You will assist him in any way possible.”
My world was slowly turning black, my lungs deprived of oxygen.
“Or I will make sure you never see Sirius Black again.”
My world went dark.
I strongly dislike the color green. I couldn’t help but think to myself, as I walked down the stone corridor. A dim green light lighting the way. I could already tell I was going to go mad down here. I chuckled to myself, well; I would, if I wasn’t already.
I ran my hand against the bare stone wall, I should almost be to my room now. For, as it turns out, the Slytherin girls didn’t have dorms so much as bedrooms. I had picked up on this after passing doors singularly labeled with last names like, ‘Parkinson’ and 'Bulstrode'. What kinds of names are those anyway? Now all I had to do was find, ‘Sinclair’ and I would be all set.
I brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes. ‘Find Sinclair’, I laughed inwardly. That was exactly what I needed to be doing. I still didn’t understand. I know who I am. I am Maria Le Fay, but I still don’t know who that is. I know that I was Becky Sinclair, but I don’t know anything about her, my, birth, and my parents…
On the whole, I have no idea who I really am. The only thing I know for certain, in my life now, is revenge. Revenge against Voldemort, Snape, and everyone who ever hurt me and Sirius. I’m certain that once I accomplish those things, I will have done enough to save Sirius’ soul so he can rest. It had to be enough.
Finally, and at the end of the long corridor, I saw my name. 'Sinclair', printed silver cursive lettering. I smiled, grasping the handling and pushing the door open. To see Sirius sitting on my large green covered bed. He looked more haggard since the last time I had seen him, and very concerned.
“What are you doing, Maria?” He asked softly.
I stiffened, shutting the door behind me and crossing my arms over my chest, turning back to him, “What do you mean?” I replied, my voice tight.
Sirius gave a low growl, standing up and walking towards me, “You know exactly what I mean.” He replied, his voice deepening. He pressed his hand to his heart, “All this hate in here.” He swallowed hard, frowning, “You’re going down the wrong road, Maria.”
I raised my eyebrows, “The wrong road?” I snapped, uncrossing my arms, “Saving you? What? Do you like being tortured?”
Sirius withdrew backwards for a moment, stiffening.
“Oh yeah, I know about that, Sirius!” I said, glaring at him for a moment. Though, I couldn’t help but soften, as he sighed, turning away from me to sit back on my bed.
“What did you want me to say, Maria?” He said softly, “You didn’t even remember who you were, let alone me…” He broke off as I moved to sit beside him, grasping one of his hands in mine. He took a deep breath as I nodded for him to continue, “And look at you now.” He said seriously, meeting my eyes, “Don’t turn out like him, Maria, please.” He begged. I remained expressionless, he pressed his other hand to my cheek, “You know I’m with Voldemort when I’m not with you. So you can believe me when I tell you, I’ve seen him, Maria, and he’s happy. He’s happy you want revenge. You’re doing just what he wants…”
My eyes flashed as I broke apart from Sirius, standing up to face him, “And what would you have me do, Sirius?” I asked furiously, “Just be ‘Becky Sinclair’ and go about my merry way while you suffer?”
He didn’t even hesitate before nodding, “Yes.” He replied softly, “Yes, I would.”
I softened instantly, I could feel tears forming in my eyes, “And that’s why I have to save you.” I replied softly.
A moment passed, before Sirius stood up, tears in his eyes as well, as he pulled me into a tight embrace. Pressing his face hard into my hair.
“Well, this is touching.” I heard a familiar voice behind me, a chill going up my spine as Sirius and I broke apart. Turning to face the one man who had successfully ruined both our lives.
“How are you here?” I asked Voldemort, my voice shaking, as I addressed my father.
He smirked, his red eyes flashing as he took a step closer to me and Sirius, “Silly girl, I can be, well,” He tilted his head, “in a manner of speaking, wherever you are.” Voldemort turned to look at Sirius a cold look on his face, “As can 'young' Sirius Black here.” Stepping forward, he snapped his long fingers, causing Sirius to vanish.
My eyes widened, I could feel my back stiffening, as he turned his cold gaze back towards me. I swallowed nervously, raising my hand into the air and forming a small ball of fire.
He eyed it for a moment, “Impressive.” He said quietly, snapping his wrist. The fire leaping off my hand and wrapping itself around my neck, strangling me, “Very impressive.” Said Voldemort softly, as he brushed his right hand across my cheek while I gasped for air, “Now you listen to me, daughter. You will do as I say.” He hissed, “You will help young Draco in the mission I have given him. You will assist him in any way possible.”
My world was slowly turning black, my lungs deprived of oxygen.
“Or I will make sure you never see Sirius Black again.”
My world went dark.