Finding revenge with a boy

by 98 Fire Dancer

lucinda had been stuck inside a ice prison that her father ,voldemort, stuck her in just in case he lost his battle. But does she want to avenge her only family's passing. Has he some how figured out a plan B to make sure that he didn't lose solely in vain?

1. Chapter 1 the awakening

Okay so I was kind of upset when Harry Potter was finished so I thought of different ways to bring it back. This is my favorite one. So please tell me what you think.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER

Drip.

Drip.

All I could feel was the ice around me melting dripping onto my face.

The heat.

No.

The heat couldn't release me from my ice prison.

Then pain seared through my heart as I remembered the last words my father said to me.

"I do not love none. I love you. My enemies will stop at nothing to get me and they may hurt you sweetheart. I am sorry to leave you like this but if you are released it means that my enemy has prevailed me and he has had a son that has turned 14 but if I am here when you are released it means that both the wizarding and muggle worlds are ours. Goodbye."

The ice had finally melted all away.

My body feels numb and I can hardly move my limbs but somehow I do.

I slowly started with my fingers stretching them and balling them up, then my wrists circling them, my elbows came next, then my shoulders, neck, toes, ankles, knees and then when I felt like my limbs could handle it I stood up arching my back until I heard the satisfying crack of my back being fully stretched.

I looked around the forest of bare trees, cracked and dried up soil and the sun.

I wondered how long I had been in my ice prison.

I stepped forward out into the sun and instantly regretted it.

Too long.

That is how long I have been stuck there.

My father always took me here and the sun never bothered me.

However times have changed it burnt me more then when I fell asleep in front of the fire once at the Malfoy Mansion when I was 11 and rolled over straight into the fire.

Father believed that one of his friends, deatheaters he called them, used magic to push me into the fireplace.

But this one felt like hellfire.

Slowly, like when I was stretching my body, I moved out into the sun.

I looked around for signs of my father or his deatheater friends but saw none.

I felt warmth building up in my eyes and then fall down my checks.

Tears.

I realized I was crying hastily I wiped them away and held back the rest.

My father told me to be brave and that is what I shall do I thought as I started towards the nearest town.

So what did you think. Please add a review good or bad i don't care because they will all help me with the rest of the story.