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By Ćyάn άn∂ Mάgέntά
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Cyan and Magenta are the twin daughters of the Dark Lord Voldemort, but they are not his only heirs. Their father has assigned them a mission to locate their missing sibling, which will involve time travel, disguises and maybe some romance along the way. But who will this sibling be? What kind of secrets are behind The Order of the Phoenix? What does Dumbledore have to do with this? FIND OUT!
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Cyan: Good morning, we're Cyan and Magenta...
Magenta: Oh my God! I'm so excited! :D
Cyan: Me too XD, but shut up and let me talk! ¬¬ (To the audience) We hope you enjoy our very first fanfic!
Magenta: And keep your feet off the rug!
Cyan: ...what?
Magenta: Sorry, just thought it was a good idea to say that...n.n
Cyan: Whatever. Here it is!
Chapter One – The Return
Night had descended on the garden. A thick velvety blackness had crept its way over the lawns and flower beds in the wake of the final dusky rays of sunlight, and now the vibrant colors of the roses and tulips that adorned the ground had been muted by the absence of light. All that was left of the garden's lavish beauty in the day was an eerie uniformity of dull color tainted by the icy silver of the moon's rays. Everything was dark. Everything was still.
It seemed that the garden had been frozen, the darkness that pervaded every inch of space slowing the passage of time, allowing no sound or movement to occur within its umbra. It was as if a single moment had been drawn out for all eternity, in which the garden was at peace.
The tranquillity was suddenly broken by a harsh cracking sound that tore through the still air to disrupt the silence. The noise announced the arrival of two young girls in the garden, who after apparating stood surveying their surroundings in the manner of queens surveying their empire. Each was tall and slender, and they both had similarly striking features – long, thick black hair and high cheekbones that pleasantly emphasised the angles of their heart shaped faces. The pair were almost identical save for two features: one was their eyes – the first girl's were a shade of bright blue, whereas the other's were a deep magenta; and the second was a streak of color matching their irises that ran through their inky black hair.
These girls were Cyan and Magenta Riddle, daughters of the Dark Lord Voldemort. Or, to give them the more fanciful title by which they preferred to be known, the Death Eater Princesses.
The purple-eyed eldest of the two, by five minutes, brushed dirt from her black jacket and then turned to grab her sister's wrist. "Let us go inside," she said, glancing across the garden to where a grand house was situated, "You know how daddy despises lateness."
The younger girl, Cyan, smirked and pulled away from her sister's grasp. "I know well indeed," she replied, "All the more reason to keep him waiting." Her tone was thick with disdain as she turned her gaze away from the house, which was in itself quite a beautiful sight. It was a Georgian manor house, over two hundred years old, with its façade painted white and neo-classical columns about its porch. The grandness and pristine condition of the house clearly showed that the family it belonged to placed a high value on appearances, and that family in question was the Malfoys.
Cyan, however was decidedly unimpressed by it as she walked steadily across the garden towards where an ancient oak tree stood, away from the house, with a tyre swing hanging from one of its branches. This house was all too familiar to her, despite her not having been here in three years.
She and her sister had been forced into hiding after they had been caught torturing a mudblood for information about Dumbledore's plans. Cyan had found the arrangement most inconvenient. To retreat into hiding after committing such an act was to show a lack of conviction, and Cyan would have been only too happy to continue torturing mudbloods in plain sight just for fun, even if not for any tactical advantage. Their father, however, had been furious that their endeavours had been conducted behind his back and had resulted in information being relayed to Albus Dumbledore, which had dealt the Death Eaters a heavy blow in alerting the Order of the Phoenix to their plans and whereabouts. Voldemort would most certainly have killed any of his lesser followers for such a failure, but where his daughters were concerned he had to show at least some sort of favor, even if he held no particular affection for either of the girls. As it was, they had been sent away where they could do no further damage while the other Death Eaters tried to clear up the mess they'd made.
And now they were back, in this place they hadn't seen for the past three years of their lives, but remembered only too well from childhood. Cyan sighed as she took a seat on the swing and began to sway on it gently, using her feet to set herself in a rhythmic motion but with her toes never leaving the ground. Magenta came to stand beside her, but said nothing.
"Do you remember when Draco used to play with us here, when we were children?" Cyan said wistfully to her sister.
When Magenta's reply came it was curt. The elder girl had no time for nostalgia. "Yes," she said abruptly, "And his friendship with us ceased the moment he began to attend Hogwarts. Therefore, perhaps we should stop this pointless reminiscing and get down to business. I do not think it would be wise to disappoint daddy further."
Cyan scowled, and ignored her sister's implication that they ought to go and attend the meeting. She did not much care for pleasing her father, and even less for being in the company of his other followers. "Do you suppose Pansy Parkinson shall be at the meeting?" Cyan pondered, beginning to rock the swing more violently now.
Magenta knew full well what Cyan was thinking, but maintained her steely expression. "I expect so," she answered, "But I would hope that does not deter you from attending."
"Deter me?" Cyan responded with a slight laugh. "Quite the contrary." She suddenly leapt off of the tyre as it reached the trough of its swing and then crossed to one of the flower beds. "Why should the presence of the bitch who stole Draco from me make me reluctant to attend?" Cyan said derisively as she knelt down beside the bed. She saw that the flowers it contained had small heads with fine petals that were a purplish color in the moonlight. Pansies. How apt.
Magenta watched as her sister reached out to pick one of the pansies from the bed, and then sniffed it. "Perhaps because you resent her for being the reason Draco has ignored you for the past six years?"Magenta answered snidely. She didn't have time for this. Her sister ought to let go of her petulant grudges and concentrate more on the Death Eater cause. They had messed up badly three years ago and Magenta knew they now had a lot of work to do to compensate for it, but Cyan seemed more wrapped up in clinging onto the childish problems they had had at the age of eleven. Really, although Magenta was only five minutes older than her sister, she felt her sibling had a lot of growing up to do.
Cyan ignored her and straightened up, still clutching the flower. She pinched it at the point where the stem joined the head and squeezed. The petals were purple. Yes, Pansy's head would be purple too when Cyan squeezed her neck this way, to punish her for the theft of her boy. First purple, and then there would be red…
Cyan squeezed harder and the pansy's head popped off. Satisfied, Cyan smiled cruelly and then dropped the two dead pieces of the flower onto the ground, where she placed her foot over them and ground them into the turf. The pointed toe of her boots made an indentation in the lawn.
Magenta watched all this without speaking, but she was annoyed by her younger sister's attitude. When Cyan turned again to look at her, Magenta shot her a disapproving glare. "Are you quite finished?"
"Oh, sis, do stop being so stuffy," Cyan replied, before bounding back to the swing and sitting herself down on it again. "Come on, give me a push," she said to her sister with a grin, "For old time's sake."
The elder twin maintained her glare. "You're seventeen years old, Cy. Stop acting like a child."
Cyan pouted. "And you're a seventeen year old who acts like you're seventy."
With an irritated huff, Magenta addressed her sister again. "We have a meeting to attend."
"And I shan't move from this spot until you push me," came the petulant reply.
For a moment Magenta was tempted to draw her wand and hex her sister into obedience, but decided against it. Cyan matched her equally in wandsmanship and only a violent fight would ensue, which would no doubt attract the attention of the Death Eaters in the house and then lead to the pair of them being scolded further for acting like children while a war was going on. With a reluctant sigh, Magenta moved to stand behind Cyan and gave her a push on the swing, hoping that if she conceded then perhaps this would gain her sister's co-operation.
Cyan laughed as she swung higher into the air, and despite herself, Magenta's lips curled into a small smile. Despite her apparent coldness, she couldn't help but be gripped by a pang of sentimentality as memories of summer days spent playing in this garden came back to her. Perhaps it couldn't hurt just for a couple of minutes to allow herself to bask in the memories of simpler times, when their father was believed long gone and it was Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy they had called mother and father, when Narcissa had shown them genuine love and they had played happily with a young Draco before the war came and things got complicated.
But all things pass, and those days were long over. There was a time to reflect on happier days, and it was not now. Crushing the moment of perceived vulnerability that had gripped her, Magenta grabbed hold of the swing's chain in order to bring it to a stop. "Come on," she said again, although her tone was less hard now, with an underlying note of sadness, "You've had your fun. Now I think we've kept daddy waiting for long enough."
With a sigh, Cyan stepped off the swing and turned to Magenta, seeming to notice how her sister was longing for those bygone days too. Despite their differences, the girls were close and could always tell with perfect accuracy what the other was feeling. "Yes, I think perhaps we have," Cyan said with the same melancholy note in her voice, and then the pair of them walked side by side away from the swing towards the grand front entrance of Malfoy Manor.
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