Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me, but Alexia d'Vonne and other [mostly shady characters are mine.
Prologue
"Alexia…my dear Alexia…" the man's hoarse voice croaked in her ear. Her blue eyes widened in fear, her body trembling as she tried to free herself from the metal restraints which bound her to the surgery chair. His hand, or so believed to be, reached out to touch her cheek, his white skin hanging limply on his bones. Her yelp of fear was muffled by the white towel which served as a gag, and only a whimper was heard. His hand finally settled on her pale skin, slightly dampening from the twin rivers that now sped from her eyes. "You looked so beautiful…smooth bluish pale skin, closed peaceful eyes.." his hoarse voice grew harsh," and then they revived you…again." Her eyes, which had been clenched shut, now flew open in bewilderment.
"Yes, Alexia…you were dead, dead." he muttered, as if whispering more to himself than her. His hand shifted from her cheek and he pulled the gag from her mouth, allowing her a few choice sentences. Alexia closed her mouth and swallowed a few times, conjuring up enough saliva to quench the dryness of her mouth each time. "Please…please…let me go." she whispered, her voice cracking a bit as she begged. When nothing but silence answered her, she continued, "I don't know who you are…please, return me to my family…" she begged, her eyes releasing another wave of salty fluids. He chuckled, but to Alexia it sounded more like a wheeze from a dying person. "My dear Alexia, you are home." She shook her head, her eyes clenched shut. "No, please, I'll do anything, anything." she pleaded, sobbing. "Anything?" the man's amused voice asked. "Anything." Alexia whispered softly, tears still falling like rain as she looked for the man. "Very well…if you follow my conditions." he muttered and whispered them into her ear. Her eyes held pain as she clenched them shut in forced submission. "Yes….father." she muttered through gritted teeth. His cracked lips formed a twisted smile, and he let out an eerie laugh which sounded somewhat maniacal. And as his laughter bounced off the walls and found its way back to Alexia d'Vonne's ears, she truly felt-for the first time in her life, that she had sold her soul to the devil without even knowing it.