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His Smile
I fell for the worst type, the worst possible person I could actually. A sworn enemy to my family or rather we were the sworn enemies of his regime. I am told that I am the image of my Grandmother down to the exact shade of auburn that was reflected in her hair when the sun shined. When I would read the stolen books on various maladies and arithmetic texts her spark of love would show through my eyes. At least my Grandpa told me that, I live with him on his small farm where we tend to the animals and the crops that we depend on. I grew up knowing only him since my mother died right after giving birth to me and my grandmother disappeared before my mother could walk.
My grandparents met in the city where she was kept as a pleasure slave to a high ranking official in the Dark Emperor's inner circle. He saved her from a beating and whisked her away to his home in the countryside. They fell in love at least that's what he says, but not soon after they married she became pregnant with my mother. After my mother was born they went to the nearest village to get her baptized when a raid occurred that was the last time anyone had seen my grandmother. Grandpa left with my mother secluding them away from all contact besides their nearest neighbors 10 miles away.
When my mother turned 5, Grandpa traded a cow and several sheep so my mother could have books to educate her about the world of which my grandmother came from. She wasn't like Grandpa he told her that she was a witch and that she was to become a great witch just like her mother. She studied hard often stealing small books when the traders would pass through the countryside. She learned of spells and attempted to harness her wand less magic, but she failed every time.
On her 17th birthday she snuck away from the farm and went into the city to find a wand maker. Realizing that my mother had disappeared, my grandpa hastened after her only to witness her being dragged off into a Lord's manor. He waited hours for her to be released even pleaded with the guards who laughed and pushed him away. When the sun started to come up the next day she stumbled out beaten and torn. I was born nine months later with her mother's hair and my father's eyes. As I lay in my grandpa's arms my mother gasped out my name and fell asleep to never awaken again.
Every year on my birthday I ask my Grandpa to repeat the story of the women in my family and smile as he would weave the story playing out with wooden characters he had made. Though he always left out the part with my mother till she suddenly gave birth to me, only when I was helping Mrs. Adder did I find out the truth. She was an old woman who taught me to weave and prepare more nutritious meals rather than the soup broth and boiled meat my grandpa made. She was also arranging for me to marry her grandson who was a shoemaker in the city. Though with all his might, my grandpa kept away every suitor that came to his door, it seemed my odd eyes with my bright hair was uncommon and everyone wanted to capture the innocent girl who lived with the old man. It seemed though whoever came through they left without becoming violent, actually it seemed everything was good for us. We never had to deal with thieves or bad seasons for crops.
It was the eve of my 17th birthday, I was in the field guiding the cows out to the pasture to graze when a thundering of matching black Arabian stallions pulling a equally dark and regal carriage drew up to our small house. Grandpa glanced at me, telling me to stay away and he walked towards the figure that leaped out of the carriage. He slowly sunk to his knees as the man causally walked towards him, A few words were exchanged and I felt an urge to run to them. Slowly I walked closer then ran as I could see Grandpa twisting in pain. "Stop! STOP! HAVE MERCY PLEASE!" I screamed at the man while I went to comfort my Grandpa. He moaned in pain as cuts began to cover his body. I was hauled away from my Grandpa as he slowly stopped moving, trying to hold my hand with the little strength he had. "For god's sake! He is an old man! I am the only person he has leave me be!'' I smacked whoever was holding me across the face and in response I was thrown to the ground.
"You piece of shit! I will teach you some manners yet!" I starred at the man when he suddenly fell screaming out in agony. I unsteadily sat up feeling the blood coming down the side of my face from hitting the pebbled road and look up to see a man standing in the carriage door putting away a stick. He had long silver blonde hair with an elf like face but his grey eyes were the most striking thing about him.
"Louie, when you finish having your fit, you will help my granddaughter into the carriage without assaulting her or else." He turned around and I heard a silent word that sounded like stupid then I blacked out.
Lucius POV
The stories were true; the stunning creature that was tucked in the country was of my blood. At least now, here was proof that my son is able to whelp a child and the childless marriage of his was the fault of the bitch he decided to marry. Of all the choices of eligible women he picked that chit. Merlin help me, especially now with this child. To think that muggle was teaching my blood to be a farmer, a bloody farmer. So much work would be needed to change her into a lady fitting for being the Lord Malfoy's daughter and especially High Chancellor Malfoy's granddaughter. Sadly she had the mudblood's hair but the gods were generous in giving her the genuine Malfoy eyes, but the white alabaster skin that seemed to glow in the dark as if she was coming out of a…, well, well it seems that the mudblood's mate was the origin of the skin tone and it looks like that old muggle wasn't involved in the birth of the child after all. I carefully tucked a stray hair behind the girl's hair as we pulled into the drive of the mansion.
"High Chancellor we have arrived at Malfoy Manor." I sighed and adjusted my cravat while the door was sprung open, the squat body of my manservant trembled as he set down the small steps of the carriage. I flicked my eyes to the door, where my butler came strutting out.
"Louie will you call my son and daughter in law to the blue drawing room immediately. Anderson, if you will retrieve my granddaughter from the carriage and take her into the care of Mrs. Miller, I will call for them when she is appropriately attired." With one look I swept an eye over everyone and smiled as my granddaughter was carried by the footman into the house. I glanced up the black stoned exterior to see the grim face of my son's wife. "Baxley, a calming draught to the white room and to Georgiana before she has hurls whatever is left in her. Also, have Madame du Belle come in an hour with patterns and her full staff, dinner will be served at 8 with 4 setting rather than 3." Various serving staff and elves were waiting in the foyer, scurrying as soon as orders were barked at them. I flung my coat at a house elf with my last words and walked straight down the marble corridor to the sight of my son and his inhumanly thin wife Georgiana. The doors were pushed open and I let my hair out of the red ribbon keeping it behind my neck as Draco turned from his wife.
"Father, it seems that Georgiana has witnessed you bringing in a new little pet and she seems to believe that she belongs to me." Draco at the age of 36 looked not a day over 24 and it really had nothing to do with the fact that the Emperor established an everlasting youth potion for his inner circle. Rather the strict regime the proud Malfoy's have followed for centuries. My eyes traveled to Georgiana the bint that Draco became infatuated with her only because she was the only girl still with a virtue at the end of the season. I poured a décor of brandy and sat in a Queen Anne chair in front of the fire while, Georgiana sat across on the sofa; pinched face and covered in pink taffeta. I drank from the tumbler and smiled at the thin girl then sat my drink against the small table.
"My dearest Georgiana, what a powerful sight you must have, the young girl is here to live with us till her education is finished and pertaining to her "belonging" to Draco, she is of course, though it isn't in what capacity you are thinking, you see our dearest Roza isn't a pet rather she is family, in fact Georgie you can say that she is your newly found step-daughter." Carefully I picked up my drink and sipped as a loud shriek and a thud followed by a second thud hit the plush carpet, which gave me hope that this was the start to a most enjoyable game.