Title: Resistance To What Is Destined To Be
Author: Siara Rose
E-Mail: siararose@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13, may be raised later on
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters; they belong to JK Rowling and Bloomsbury! I own Natalia and her friends. As well as her mother and father.
A/N: I was reluctant to post this, but my mum, the evil mum she is, read it and said: 'Put it up on that story site you're always on! This is bloody brilliant!' So, here it is! I hope you like it and please review, but if you flame, flame nicely! This is my first fic. Oh, by the way, Voldemort has a daughter. She's half Veela.
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Chapter 1 – Voldemort
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Voldemort stood, and instantly, his Death Eaters clambered to their feet, their black cloaks billowing around their feet.
"My daughter has just given birth to my granddaughter. I had previously decided to exterminate the child is it was female, but I have changed my mind. The child will be used as a reward for my most loyal Death Eater. If the chosen has a son, the son and the child are to be married. If not, the child will be your personal slave. Is this clear?" he looked at them all, his eyes glittering slits of blood red.
"Yes, Master," was heard from all directions.
Voldemort raised his hand slightly and his daughter came staggering out, looking pale and tired.
"Show them the child." He ordered and she reluctantly raised the small baby above her head.
The baby had some silvery blonde hair on her head, obviously coming from her grandmother, and her eyes were closed, as she was peacefully sleeping.
"Call the child's name, Karine." Voldemort hissed and Karine blinked. She hadn't named it yet. She quickly ran through the names she'd considered and picked one.
"Natalia!" she called as loud as she could muster. As if on cue, all the Death Eaters bowed, mumbling the baby's name under their breath.
The baby gurgled and opened its eyes. They were a striking emerald green.
"Karine, take the child and go get some rest." Voldemort dismissed his daughter and she almost smiled in relief, but repressed it, knowing what the consequences of her actions would be. The death of her child.
She hurriedly scampered away and closed the door behind her as she stepped into her bedroom, where her husband, Clay, was waiting.
"Come lie down, Karine, I'll take care of her." Clay coaxed and she lay down on the bed, exhaustion surging through her every nerves.
She handed him the baby and he smiled down at it, amazed and proud. He gave her his finger and she grabbed it. She squeezed and Clay smiled. She was a strong little girl.
"I named her, Clay, my darling."
"What did you call her?"
"Natalia. After your mother."
Clay smiled down at his wife, and noticed she was getting weaker and paler looking.
"What's wrong, my love?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.
She looked at him, and opened her mouth, trying to piece some words together, but no words came out.
He lurched forward and drew her into his embrace, the baby between them.
"Take care of Natalia, Clay." Karine managed to croak and panic flooded through his veins.
"Why are you talking like this?" he demanded, getting frightened. "Karine? Karine?!?"
Her eyes rolled back into her head, drawing a deep breath… and died.
"No…" Clay whispered.
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I'll post Chapter 2 – Voldemort Returns tomorrow! Review please!
Author: Siara Rose
E-Mail: siararose@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13, may be raised later on
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters; they belong to JK Rowling and Bloomsbury! I own Natalia and her friends. As well as her mother and father.
A/N: I was reluctant to post this, but my mum, the evil mum she is, read it and said: 'Put it up on that story site you're always on! This is bloody brilliant!' So, here it is! I hope you like it and please review, but if you flame, flame nicely! This is my first fic. Oh, by the way, Voldemort has a daughter. She's half Veela.
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Chapter 1 – Voldemort
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Voldemort stood, and instantly, his Death Eaters clambered to their feet, their black cloaks billowing around their feet.
"My daughter has just given birth to my granddaughter. I had previously decided to exterminate the child is it was female, but I have changed my mind. The child will be used as a reward for my most loyal Death Eater. If the chosen has a son, the son and the child are to be married. If not, the child will be your personal slave. Is this clear?" he looked at them all, his eyes glittering slits of blood red.
"Yes, Master," was heard from all directions.
Voldemort raised his hand slightly and his daughter came staggering out, looking pale and tired.
"Show them the child." He ordered and she reluctantly raised the small baby above her head.
The baby had some silvery blonde hair on her head, obviously coming from her grandmother, and her eyes were closed, as she was peacefully sleeping.
"Call the child's name, Karine." Voldemort hissed and Karine blinked. She hadn't named it yet. She quickly ran through the names she'd considered and picked one.
"Natalia!" she called as loud as she could muster. As if on cue, all the Death Eaters bowed, mumbling the baby's name under their breath.
The baby gurgled and opened its eyes. They were a striking emerald green.
"Karine, take the child and go get some rest." Voldemort dismissed his daughter and she almost smiled in relief, but repressed it, knowing what the consequences of her actions would be. The death of her child.
She hurriedly scampered away and closed the door behind her as she stepped into her bedroom, where her husband, Clay, was waiting.
"Come lie down, Karine, I'll take care of her." Clay coaxed and she lay down on the bed, exhaustion surging through her every nerves.
She handed him the baby and he smiled down at it, amazed and proud. He gave her his finger and she grabbed it. She squeezed and Clay smiled. She was a strong little girl.
"I named her, Clay, my darling."
"What did you call her?"
"Natalia. After your mother."
Clay smiled down at his wife, and noticed she was getting weaker and paler looking.
"What's wrong, my love?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.
She looked at him, and opened her mouth, trying to piece some words together, but no words came out.
He lurched forward and drew her into his embrace, the baby between them.
"Take care of Natalia, Clay." Karine managed to croak and panic flooded through his veins.
"Why are you talking like this?" he demanded, getting frightened. "Karine? Karine?!?"
Her eyes rolled back into her head, drawing a deep breath… and died.
"No…" Clay whispered.
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I'll post Chapter 2 – Voldemort Returns tomorrow! Review please!