Harry Potter & Characters © J.K. Rowling
Wraith © T. M. Zai
Wraith Chpt. 14
Chapter Fourteen: Her Equal
Any fool can tell the truth; it takes talent to lie well.
The aftermath of Bellatrix's attack on Wraith ached throughout the next week. Word had spread of the way that Wraith's wound had healed and the ultimatum the Dark Lord had given to Bellatrix. And Wraith made it impossible for Bella to forget that particular promise, for the girl went nowhere with the knife at her side. But all in all, the news was less staggering than previous and by the end of the month, it had simply become another story to be told.
Near the beginning of June, Voldemort called for his Death Eaters to attend another meeting at the Malfoys' grand home. It would be the first since Wraith's introduction into the fold.
While waiting for them to show, Wraith wandered outside and into the garden, unable to stomach the tension within the walls. But even after most of the Death Eaters had arrived, she waited still to see the arrival of the most important guest; the
Wraith Chpt. 13
Chapter Thirteen: Enemy of Mine
A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.
The following day, Bellatrix was nowhere to be seen. Only Narcissa seemed to notice it and for whatever reason, she began to suspect trouble from her sister.
In the early part of the evening, Wraith ventured downstairs after a day enclosed in her music room, and saw Narcissa brooding in the parlor.
"Narcissa?" she called softly. The older woman turned. "Is something wrong?"
Narcissa shook her head. "It's nothing."
Wraith didn't believe her, but didn't press the point. "I'm going outside for a little while," she said instead. Narcissa nodded and Wraith decided to give up. She slipped back into the hall and then out the front doors.
The day was coming to an end. It was raining, but only lightly, and the setting sun peeked through the clouds here and there. Wraith wandered the garden paths, breathing in the moist air and enjoying the sense of freedom it gave her. She stopped beside a ro
Wraith Chpt. 12
Chapter Twelve: Jealousy
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.
No more than two weeks passed had passed before the Dark Lord returned to the Manor. Wraith had spent the better part of the afternoon and early evening on a new piece at the piano entitled 'Cristofori's Dream'. She enjoyed it, but it was time consuming to get it right.
Just after sunset, she felt his return. Music forgotten, at least for a time, she hurried downstairs. She paused just outside of the parlor doors, for she could hear him speaking to someone within. Before she could enter, Narcissa came up behind her. Wraith gave her a rare smile and they entered the parlor together.
Voldemort and Lucius stood behind the couch. The Dark Lord held out a hand towards Wraith, signaling for her to stand beside him. She quickened her step and stood close, head bowed to him.
"Have you found something?" she asked.
"Still searching," he told her.
Wraith Chpt. 11
Chapter Eleven: Whispers
Hatred comes from the heart; contempt from the head; and neither feeling is quite within our control.
Rumors flew after a warehouse outside of London was found filled with bodies-and one sole survivor. As the others had, the hysterical witch spoke of a stranger young woman who killed three of her companions with a touch of her hand. A new and dark panic overtook the Wizarding World, but those that had the most to fear were the Dark Lord's very supporters.
In a few short weeks, tales of his 'Wraith' spread like wildfire, among his supports and enemies alike, though very little was actually known. But what was known caused all to become wary of their own shadows. Her apparent 'immortality' fed a great many speculations, as did her ability to kill with only a touch.
People began to whisper that the Dark Lord had found an ally in Death itself, manifested in the innocuous form of a young woman. A short lived rumor claimed that the girl was the s
Wraith Chpt. 10
Chapter Ten: Fear
For life be, after all, only a waitin' for somethin' else than what we're doin'; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.
"We have a problem."
McGonagall turned to see a familiar black-haired witch. "What is it, Hestia?"
"You-Know-Who has started hunting down the rebels. Davies and his group were attacked last night."
McGonagall sighed deeply and rubbed tired eyes beneath her glasses. "Survivors?"
"Two," Hestia told her softly, "but they're in bad shape."
"Were they able to tell us what happened?"
"Y-yes," Hestia said, "however "
"Well, the Healers aren't sure if what they're saying should be taken seriously."
"Why not? Are they spouting gibberish?"
"I certainly hope they are."
The tone in the witch's voice caught McGonagall's full attention. "What precisely are they saying?"
"That when You-Know-Who found them, he had a girl with him--a young woman with a Death Eater's mask."
"Another new recruit, no doubt," McGonagall said.
Wraith Chpt. 9
Chapter Nine: Marked
Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power.
The next day, Wraith rose later than usual. She had woken at dawn as was her habit, but for hours, she could not bring herself to move. It was almost noon before she left her rooms and cautiously made her way down the stairs. She was thirsty and she knew she ought to eat something, but she was wary of Bellatrix's presence, especially after the night before.
She entered the dining room and was slightly startled to see Draco. He was sitting at the table, an untouched mug of tea in front of him. Draco looked up when she entered and he paled, standing quickly and muttering an excuse to leave.
But Wraith lifted a hand to silence him and he froze. "You don't have to leave," she told him gently. "I was just going to get something to drink, and take it up to my room."
Jiri heard her voice from the kitchen and poked his head into the room. Wraith stepped around the t
Wraith Chpt. 8
Chapter Eight: The Color of Death
Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a god.
It was just before midnight when the Dark Lord returned to the Manor. When he entered, he saw Wraith hurrying down the stairwell at a dangerous pace, dressed in a plain black dress, her hair loose around her shoulders. She slowed when she saw him at the door and smiled slightly as she continued down to meet him.
Narcissa watched from the parlor doors, an odd flutter of fear in her stomach as she looked at the girl. It's like some weight has been lifted off her shoulders at the sight of him, she thought in silent horror. By the stars-the child loves him!
She shuddered, but pressed forward to bow to the Dark Lord as he passed her. Voldemort nodded in acknowledgement of her presence, but did not stop.
Wraith reached the bottom of the stairs just as he did and curtsied deeply to him, still smiling.
Wraith Chpt. 7
Chapter Seven: Manipulation
Morality, like art, means drawing a line someplace.
Voldemort led Wraith out of the Manor and across the grounds to the gates. Just past the gates themselves, he stopped and held out his arm.
"Take hold," he instructed her. "I will lead. You will follow."
Wraith nodded, remembering how they'd arrived at the Manor in the first place. She put her hand on his arm and closed her eyes, concentrating on the path he took. Voldemort Apparated, turning where he stood, and a less than a moment later, Wraith followed him.
When Wraith opened her eyes again, the first thing she saw was a derelict building before them, looming in the shadows. Gazing up at it in the dim moonlight, Wraith realized that, once upon a time, it had been a greater Manor than that of the Malfoys' home.
Voldemort glanced down at her, and noticed that her hand was still on his arm. He stepped forward, drawing her along. "Come."
Wraith walked alongside him to the front doors, which ope
Wraith Chpt. 6
Chapter Six: The Dark Lord's Return
"There is no evil without its advantages."
Voldemort smiled darkly. "Stand."
Wraith pushed away from the piano, bowing her head as she got to her feet. Voldemort entered the room and placed a hand under her chin, lifting her face to his. "And have you been practicing?"
Without taking her eyes from his, the piano lid suddenly slammed shut. Voldemort glanced down and watched as the pages of sheet music lifted as by a gentle wind. The pages circled around them in a dance. Wraith lifted a hand and caught one page between her first two fingers. She then snapped her fingers sharply and the page went up in flames.
The pages slowly drifted back to their proper place. Wraith waited until they were still before she continued.
"It wasn't easy at first," she said, "but after a while, they simply left me alone. They suspect much-but know nothing."
Wraith smiled and looked to the window. "They wouldn't know what I was even i