The Devil In Disguise (Marcel/Harry Fanfic)

“I told you, you shouldn't have gone”

I didn’t reply to Linda as I stared out of my window, thinking of what had happened.

“Have you any idea who he is?” I asked still looking outside.

Linda hesitated then frowned and said “Actually I-".

Suddenly the doorbell rang and I sighed then walked towards the door and I opened the door to find a panting and terrified Marcel at my door.

“I…heard a-about the…m-murders” Marcel gasped looking very pale.

It looked like he’d run a couple of miles without stopping.

Fearing he’d faint on me any second I said quickly “Come in”

Marcel walked in and said shakily as he followed me to my living room “Was it vampires?”

I nodded grimly.

Linda tensed as Marcel walked in and she snapped “What is he doing here?”

I glared at Linda, what was her problem with him?

“Because I want him to be” I said cooly.

Marcel sat on the sofa looking quite pale and shaken up, he didn’t even react to Linda, those deaths must have really got to him.

I glanced up at Linda and she was regarding Marcel with an expression that I couldn’t recognise.

Marcel muttered “S-sorry for this, I-I…just, I heard how t-they were killed…One of my…” He gulped and carried on “M-my parents w-was killed in the s-same way…her-her, throat was…r-ripped…out”

I sat by Marcel quickly, my hand on his shoulder, squeezing comfortingly “I’m so sorry” I whispered.

Linda snorted.

Me and Marcel both turned to look at her, I gaped at her, I knew Linda wasn’t the most sensitive person in the world but still…

Linda said coldly “We’ve all had people die kid. My family had been dead for years, you just need to suck it up and deal with it” Then she frowned and asked cooly “Can you remember what the vampire that attacked your family looked like?”

It seemed an okay question to ask but it was Linda’s voice that was completely of, it was sharp and harsh with a strange mocking tone to it.

Marcel blinked and wiped some tears from his eyes as he choked “I-I can’t…I don’t…I-“

“You don’t have to remember any of it” I said seeing the struggle within his mind to say something, or remember something.

Linda sighed dramaticly.

Marcel sniffed and stammered “I-I don’t see what your problem… w-with me is”

Linda looked at him up and down, she seemed to be studying him?

Linda then turned to me, her smile suddenly looked quite fake “Can I have a few minutes alone with Marcel, Sarah?”

I almost said its not Sarah its Ruby, he knows my real name you don’t have to pretend but I said glancing at Marcel “If its alright with Marcel”

“Marcel?” Linda asked, was it me or could I detect something like a challenge in her voice?

Marcel met her eyes head on and said “Sure, Why not”

His voice had turned quite hollow with a familiar tone that felt so familiar to me yet so strange coming out of his mouth, before I could put a name to the tone of voice Marcel had used, Linda was already ushering me out of my own living room.

The door shut behind me but before it shut, I looked at Linda, suddenly feeling…uneasy?

Linda looked…for a second, for a heart beat…scared.

Then she looked at me and gave me a half smile and was it me or did she look proud…of me?
Then the door shut behind me and all I heard from then on was a deafening silence...

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