Voldemort's Daughter
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters. I own Jenna Rave and the plot. Nothing more, nothing less.
What would happen if Voldemort adopted a kid? [Virgo: We all know that's improbable, but it's for the sake of the story.]
"Tell me a little bit about this girl." Peter Pettigrew demanded of the orphanage keeper. "Well," he began, "she doesn't get along well with the other kids. Do you know Albus Dumbledore?" the keeper asked sharply, throwing a look at Wormtail. He nodded. "She is a witch, slightly trained in the Dark Arts. We have warned the other children that she is dangerous and not to get on her wrong side. We couldn't risk it." The keeper finished. Wormtail nodded and said quickly, "I'll take her." The keeper merely nodded.
That night, Jenna Rave left the orphanage with Wormtail to meet her new family. She sat in the back seat, a scowl on her face, and when Wormtail tried to get her to talk of her past family, she smirked. Wormtail was reminded muchly of Draco and Lucius Malfoy.
"We're here," Wormtail said, parking the car in front of an old manor with iron gates. Jenna could just make out a giant gold M in the middle of the ivy covered posts. Jenna hopped out of the car, happy to smell fresh air, for Wormtail's car smelled of rats. She looked toward the Manor and noticed a man with white hair walking quickly down the driveway through the rain and the dark. "Hello, Peter," the man said, hardly sounding happy to see him at all. "Hello, Lucius. I suppose My Lord is here?" "Our Lord is waiting in the parlor, wondering what took you so long." Lucius snapped at the rat-like man, who hurried to the other side of the car and got what little belongings Jenna had. Among them were several Dark Arts book, one of which was entitled Dark Arts for the Beginner. "Our Lord will be most pleased, I think!" Wormtail said excitedly. "There is no room for thought, Pettigrew. Now, quickly! Follow me, child." Lucius said coldly, marching back up to the Manor door."
Jenna followed up the long driveway through the pouring rain. She wondered if the white-haired man was to be her new father. She hoped not. The ratty- looking one was talking about a Lord, some wizard of some sort, she hoped. You also hoped that your real mother would come back for you, said a cold voice in the back of her head, but she never came back. She hated you from the beginning. That is why your father left you, you little brat. Jenna hushed the voice quickly, for they had reached the front door.
Lucius Malfoy opened the front door with a bang. Wormtail dropped Jenna's stuff in a chair by the door. Malfoy led them down a hall, which led to a room, which they walked across, into another hall, took a right, left, and then through the second door on the left. A man who looked remarkably like a snake sat on the sofa across from a roaring fire. Upon entering the room, Malfoy and Wormtail dropped to their knees, hailing 'My Lord'. Jenna was very confused. The snake-man laughed, but it was nothing like a laugh. It was cold, high-pitched cackling. "So, is this her, Malfoy?" the snake-man asked, looking back to the fire. "Yes, my Lord, this is Jenna Rave Newborn. A witch, a beginner to the dark arts. Pureblood. Traced her back 12 generations of witches and wizards. 11 years old 2 weeks ago. Is she ideal, my Lord?" Malfoy asked, for the first time, sounding scared.
At that moment, a barn owl tapped on the window, a letter in its beak. Malfoy crossed the room quickly, opened the window and took the letter from the owl. "Hogwarts," he muttered, "Draco's and Jenna's." he muttered under his breath. "Come here, Jenny, sit down." The snake-man said softly. Jenna hesitated. Then she crossed the room and sat down as far away from the snake-man as possible. "It's Jenna." She corrected under her breath. Lucius handed her a thick envelope. It was addressed to:
Jenna Newborn Malfoy Manor 43 Raidrain Lane London, England
"DRACO!" Malfoy yelled. "WHAT?" came a distant voice, apparently belonging to a Draco Malfoy. "COME DOWN HERE!" Malfoy yelled back.
A boy with a pale, pointed face walked into the room. His white-blonde hair was slicked back, and his eyes were a cold, dark gray. He dropped to his knees in front of the snake-man. "Welcome, my Lord." Draco said, though staring at Jenna. He got to his feet. "Who's she?" he asked, his eyes darting around the walls as though her identity was scribbled on top of his mother's paintings. "She is Our Lord Voldemort's new daughter." Lucius said through tight lips.
[Virgo had nothing to do with this. She totally does not agree with me...Lupid Stoser]