Here we go!
Author's Note:
So here I am! Now publishing a Tom Riddle Kind of romance kind of not story! I must've been pure evil at one point to think some of this crap up! Anyway, like I always do, I'm going to give you an over review of the story.
So my OC's are a bit psychotic, but only one really shows it physically. I try to incorporate minor characters into the stories as much as I can, but frankly I can be a very crappy writer at times and forget about minor plots. Also I'm still trying to pry myself from this one fascinating book an begin to read Harry Potter, because I never did end up reading that...just sort of followed the movies...hehe...But don't fret! I will try to do my homework! Just please tell me if something doesn't make any sense at all! (Though if it's a question about the plot I will ignore it...possibly...)
There will be A LOT of murder and torture in this. Though I can guarantee there will also be some 'light' in this. Y'know, like the fluff y'all love, but it isn't going to be all fluff.
There will be some sex, but some characters are also more inclined to different things, so the detail will change on how explicit it gets. I will probably give a warning in the Author's note near the top, alright?
Perfect.
The Black Side of White
All Original Characters copyrighted by Sokuryokudo Kyoutendouchi
Original Characters copyrighted by J. K. Rowling
Opening Theme
"End of The Day- Blue Foundation"
Chapter 1
'Prologue'
A doll sat motionless in the corner of the girl's room.
It was slumped over slightly, almost falling had gravity not seemed to cut it some slack. It's porcelain features marred deep into it, sketched into a small smile with adorable blue orbs and thick lashes. Gold locks flew from her head in curly bounds.
The girl looked around, finding another doll surrounded by glass.
Big bright green orbs gazed back at her, rosy cheeks along with full red lips. Her hair was long, bounding down to her waist in waved lengths. Her white halter top dress hung loosely on her figure, her sun kissed skin seemed to glow softly.
Wait, she wasn't a doll.
It was the girl.
She gulped in surprise that she barely recognized herself. Long had past the days of frolicking, those times where she'd run down the street with all the little muggle children and sing happily. Gone were the days that her mother faked a smile, and at least tried to look happy. Gone were the days that her father would come home, he couldn't do that when he was six feet under. Nor could her sister smile and tell her she'd look out for her from behind bars, in Azkaban.
Her hair had been pull half up into an elegant bun, a woman standing behind her as she scrubbed through those curls meticulously.
"Tonight's the night." She breathed, though the girl ignored her and continued to look into the glass. Her reflection made her want to hold her chin higher. She was now 'elite', above the scum that was Mudbloods and traitors alike. She could -had she been past insanity- cackle at her enemies and say those few words.
She now had power, something she refused to let go of.
Soft lips kissed her ear lobe, in the mirror she watched as the woman smiled and kissed her fore head lightly, as to not ruin her foundation.
"Don't mess up." She continued harshly.
The girl didn't move as she found herself incapable of avoiding the Woman's glances and glares. She instead nodded curtly, the woman smiled in return, patted her shoulders and straightened up. "Good girl." She sneered, laughing lightly. "Or should I say, bad girl?" She laughed with almost a shriek to her voice as she left the room.
Now the doll knew she had a moment, as the woman cackled, she gave a quick and small sigh of exhaustion. She knew should she be caught showing weakness, she'd be under the influence of the cruciatus in seconds.
"I don't know Mother." She whispered, before gathering herself up again.
Tonight she'd be accepted into the growing band of 'Blood Oaths'. A band of purebloods against the damned muggles. She was glad to be apart, finally accepted on her fifteenth birthday. She knew what it meant too, that she'd be the newest lab rat and would be running around for them and playing messenger.
A sneer came onto her face as she imagined them, literally holding her on a leash. As if she'd let that happen. No, she had other plans for this band, big ones, especially because they all shared the same goal.
To dominate the Muggles, show them how worthless they truly were.
She is a pureblood, a proud one at that, and nothing and no one would stand in the way of her ultimate goal.
"My dear are you coming?" The snide voice of her Mother rang.
She'd never been too close to her Mother. At first she thought she was someone to look up to, but Father had told her about the many times her flesh and blood had betrayed her and fell for a muggle man. Gone was the trust and compassion she felt, now leaving an empty hole marred in her core.
Some bitch her Mother really was.
Such a traitor.
Then her Father died, and everything fell apart. Her mother looked less and less attractive both mentally and physically. She knew that her mother would never admit that she cared for Father, which she approved of, but it was obvious Mother was distressed by his absence nonetheless.
"Yes Mother. I am." She replied stiffly.
They both made their way down the halls of the head quarters. Her Mother walking slightly ahead. The girl's mind wandered, about the evening, about everything really. She wondered why her Mother was so put out on death. It seemed like a basic thing to her.
The tips of her fingers brushed the wand strapped to her thigh for emergency, then her eyes grazed the back of the woman, the relaxed stance she had chosen. It was one she would never try, though others seemed to do naturally around her.
It was too tempting to try.
Her parents had taught her everything. How to trick, how to play, and more importantly, how to torture. Who was she to not attempt to see if her Mother was satisfied with the intensity of her power? One could wonder if she'd feel better or worse depending on the girl's mood.
Decisions decisions...
"Lyra my dear, I hope you're prepared." Her Mother looked back at her with ambitious features. Lyra froze for a mere second, her hands falling off the wand and her previous thoughts sinking back.
For now.
"But of course I am. I was born ready for this." Lyra insisted, boasting and inflating her ego even more.
Her mother laughed snootily, before she stopped in front of a set of grand doors. "Good." She opened the doors, and at first Lyra hesitated. Not from fear but rather from curiosity.
The Head of Band was to walk in first, but of course her sudden burst of pride was short lived as her Mother darted in front of her. Fury bled through her fibers as she realized her Mother was testing her, probably eying her own wand in contemplation.
She would not do it again, rather her mother would die trying to humiliate her.
As she stepped through the doors, she tried to banish all thoughts of hatred as she forced the false features of serenity onto her face, looking more and more believable, yet fake at the same time.
Like a doll.
Ending Theme
"Eyes On Fire- Blue Foundation"
Ok! So what do you guys think? Review if you'd like, I don't know when I'll update, perhaps after a review or two...
"Bai bai"
~Kiwi~chan~