"There is no evil in sorcery. Only in the hearts of men."
- Merlin
Almost everyone in the wizard community know who the Weasley Family is; an old line of purebloods with red hair, freckles and enough children to start their own Quidditch team. But S...
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Confusion best described what Seraphina felt when she slowly regained consciousness. Sera couldn't remember what happened and may even have thought she was waking up from a nap in her bed, had it not been for the coldness surrounding her and the hard ground beneath her.
Feeling unusually weak, Seraphina opened her eyes only to be met by more darkness as she struggled to sit up. Her head spun a little as she sat up, back leaning against the cold wall. It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the darkness of the dank and musty room and once they did, she could only just make out that she seemed to be in some kind of cellar.
Overestimating her own strength, Seraphina tried to climb to her feet. But her knees buckled and dizziness overtook her. Falling back down to her knees, Seraphina used her hands to prevent herself from face-planting the ground. "Bloody hell," she muttered while readjusting her legs so she could sit down on the ground.
A quick patdown of her pockets and the ground around her was enough for her to determine that her wand was nowhere to be found. Panic slowly set in as the situation truly dawned on her. Only she wasn't scared for herself — even if she probably should have been — because all of her panic focused on what could have happened to Rhea.
The door creaked open and Seraphina's attention snapped to the man who entered. "What the hell, Tom," Seraphina exclaimed upon seeing the Dark Lord. "Why am I here-"
"How long?" Tom asked coldly as he strode closer to her. All traces of the charming man who'd tried to manipulate her for years were gone; in his place stood the Dark Lord who was feared all over the world.
"What?" Seraphina asked in confusion, eyes lingering on his wand that peeked out underneath his sleeve.
"How long have you been a spy for Albus Dumbledore?" Tom clarified, black eyes boring into her own causing a chill to run through her.
"What are you talking about?" Seraphina asked, not even needing to pretend that her headache made it difficult to think; though she heard him loud and clear.
"The interesting thing about spies during a war, Seraphina," Tom said, "is that sometimes they cross paths without even realising it. And sometimes they are much closer than we dare to think."
Seraphina struggled to not show the dread she felt upon hearing those words. Ever since Dumbledore told her about the rat in the Order, Seraphina feared that the traitor one day would let her name slip. Even if she'd never attended a single meeting, merely mentioning her in the wrong context could be enough for Voldemort to connect the dots.
"I don't understand-"
"Crucio!" Tom cut her off and Seraphina released an agonised scream. It was a pain beyond anything she'd ever experienced before — it felt like her bones were on fire. Thankfully the torture did not last for long.
