D: I will never, ever go back through my old files again.
Yes, it's another dreadful self-insert Voldemort's-daughterfic... coming to you all the way back from 9 March 2005!
I haven't altered the text in any way, but I've added some explanatory editor's notes in places. They appear in double parentheses.
No, I do not own Harry Potter. Honestly, after attempting to inflict this upon it, I really don't want to.
Requests for rewrite will be gleefully ignored, and flames about the terribleness of the entire thing violently agreed with. Yes, I know I couldn't spell my way out of a paper bag, that one should never mark POV, that Author's Notes belong well outside the story, and that chapters should be longer than this.
I didn't know that then.
Voldemort's Daughter (general/drama,maybe?/comedy)
Rating: who knows?probably no more than a PG because it might possibly involve creative use of the word "frick".Eh,and it also involves Fawkes being (insert synonym for "happy"),Dumbledore having an affair,Lupin giving a "gay pride" speech,and,oh yes,Hagrid + Fawkes(?)=traumatized ,thanx a million to Professor Elvira (you know who you are[hee hee hee]!)and of course,J..
Summary:If Voldemort's daughter were to enter her first year at Hogwarts at the same time as Harry Potter (yes,when he was entering his first year too,you dolt!),this is what would is,if Fawkes were to,eh,come out of the closet,if Dumbledore had something going on with a certain teacher,and if Lupin were to come back and give a speech on,erm,gay pride,while Hagrid is looking suggestively at Fawkes.
Disclaimer: I make absolutley no money off this,and none of the characters are mine except for Drakka,who is sort of what would happen if Darth Vader and Voldemort's genes were mixed together and became a ,here's the story(no more random comments,I swear!)and please,flame me all you like,'cause I don't care:
(Drakka's POV)
Dad always said I was special from the moment I was born.I'm different from every kid I I'm like other kids in one way;I live with a single for most of them,it's their mom who's I'm shoot mom left when I was nearing my first birthday,so I've never seen her,exept for one shows Dad,tall,imposing,long-fingered,gentle,and my mother,haughty looking,'re standing together,against a brick wall that's as dark as my mother's 's a Muggle photo,so they don't move and must have been taken by some Muggle,the kind of guy who offers to take the wedding picture at the wedding of two sadistic people who will die a week later in a joint suicide.(okay,that upped it to PG-13)
I inheirited Dad's features,all of them,except for the hair(I have some)and the are green like the kind of green you turn when you see your first dead hair is the kind of black your(alright,enough bad metaphors)pupils are,the color of the Monolith(okay,kudos to Arthur for the Monolith),the color between the stars.I share Dad's long,pale fingers.
(THIRD PERSON)
Drakka looked at the Muggle mail in her said:Dear ,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall ((Appears in giant cursive font in the original. Bless my little heart.))
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress