"Belle! Come here now!" Lestrange called up the rickety stairs and into the girl's room.
"I'm coming! You should know it's not Belle, its Pixie." The girl retorted.
"You are belle now. I though I wiped everything from that memory of yours."
"I have a stronger mind than you think." Pixie said easily. "You may try to brain wash me but you can't take away my character; my sense of being."
"You become more like me everyday." Bellatrix said fondly looking at the girl. Her gaze hardened when she realized Belle was looking at her. "The dark lord wants to see you."
"What if I don't want to see him?"
"You have no choice."
"Listen mother, you kidnapped my because I was a powerful witch, I will play along that I'm your daughter because I know you have a heart…somewhere. Anyways, I refuse to see the person who has made the past thirteen years miserable."
"Bel…Pixie, there's no need to be snippy. For once do as you're told."
"No...by the name of the 'dark lord' I refuse to listen to the next Hitler!" Pixie bellowed at her mother though she was two feet away.
"What did you say?" Bellatrix inquired, her dark, emotionless eyes flashing dangerously.
"You heard what I said mother." Pixie said tossing her violet locks in the air for the right rebellious effect
"Pixie, I'm sorry to do this." She said rubbing her eyes wearily. Bellatrix hated these quarters. After that night with the prophesy and the time she killed her cousin, the weight was heavier on her and no matter how many memory charms she put on herself nothing helped. 'Now isn't a time to develop a subconscious.' She thought bitterly shaking her head. "Crucio." Bella said knocking the girl off of her feet. She writhed and screamed. Bella lifted the curse and picked the girl up to her bases.
Pixie stood up shakily and ascended a hidden set of stairs leading to the Dark lord's chamber. Bellatrix tapped the door softly and waited for a response.
"Enter Bella." Voldemort said smoothly. The death eater's dark eyes flashed with fear but she masked it as she entered the room. She knelt down on the floor and swept into a lordly bow.
"My lord." She murmured into her robes
"Sit up Bella." She immediately shifted her head upward and gazed into Voldemort's burning red eyes. "You have disappointed me Bella. The prophesy has been lost and the blame on you. Though I must say it's a relief to kill that Potter's Godfather. The only animagi in this world should be Wormtail. That way he's on our side. Enough of my ranting, you must be punished for your failure. Crucio." Voldemort screamed. Bellatrix fell onto the ground writing and screaming.
Pixie who had been eavesdropping like the way she always had burst into the room after hearing her mother's screams.
"STOP IT YOU SICK BASTARD!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Voldemort smirked at her and watched tears stream down the girl's cheeks. Pixie rushed up but with little effort was shoved out of the room by Voldemort. He lifted the curse and Bella stood up shakily.
"You need to keep that girl in line. I need her and would hate to kill her." Voldemort mocked. "You may go. Make sure you send her in." He said.
"Thank you merciful lord." Bellatrix said as rehearsed.
Pixie awaited her mother and was more than overjoyed when Bella limped out of the room. Pixie wanted nothing more then to hug her but refrained when her mother slapped her.
"Go in that room and see him now." Bellatrix snapped.
"Fine." Pixie said crossing her arms over her chest as though thinking that would protect her. She hated those robes that they had forced her to wear. They seemed so stereotypical to her. She strode into the room defiantly looking into his eyes fearlessly masking her fear. (I know that's a contradiction)
"Bow to me Belle."
"It's Pixie." She snapped.
"Crucio." Belle was suddenly knocked off her feet and once again felt the excruciating pain that seemed to never end. What seemed like five hours the curse was on her and finally it lifted. "It's time you start following me Belle, you have such passion, such power, it's only fair you use it the right way."
"You mean murdering and maiming the innocent…" She paused and appeared to be thinking. "Thanks for the offer but I prefer actually having a conscience." She said.
"Crucio." Pixie was knocked off her feet but nothing happened. She felt no pain.
"What was that?" She inquired confusingly.
"Your powers have surfaced Belle. You are truly your mother's daughter." Voldemort said. "Imperio." Pixie's mind was wiped clean, she was in a void of darkness that she couldn't get out of no matter how hard she fought. A tiny voice in the back of her head nagged at her turn around. Despite her futile efforts, Voldemort won over and she turned around. The curse was lifted and a sharp pain stung across the small of her back. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks, not from the pain but the betrayal to her thoughts and ways. Despite all the memory charms they had cast, she had not lost her memory. She hastily wiped her tears and turned around masking all emotion like she had done so many times before.
"Can I go now?" She asked impatiently in an American accent that she didn't have.
"There is a coorination that I require you to go to four weeks after school begins. You and Draco are required to go. I hope you make Slytherin Belle."
"It's Pixie." She muttered under her breath, exiting the room. She felt her knees go weak and leaned against the wall. "Oww." She winced.
"You know talking to one's self is a sign of insanity." Somebody commented from the corner.
"What do you want Draco?" Pixie inquired not in the mood for his mind games.
"I just wanted to see how my favorite future Slytherin is." Draco looking Pixie up and down, his eyes lingered on her chest. Pixie caught on to his game and crossed her arms over her chest.
"What makes you think I'm going to be a Slytherin?" Pixie asked coyly. She knew with her family and the way she had grown up, there would be more of a chance to be in Gryffindor than any other house. She hated everything that had to do with death eaters. Only her mother and Lucius seemed to catch on, hence the torture received daily. This made Pixie hate the way of the death eater even more. She had one more week of hell and then it was to Hogwarts.
"Because for one thing, you're the daughter of a death eater. Another thing, only hot people get into Slytherin. And you exceed the expectations."
"So I have a big chest. So you're saying all blonde bimbos make it into Slytherin. No wonder Gryffindor has won the house cup every year. People are so stupid they don't even know what 2+2 is." Pixie retorted angrily.
"You have way more than a big chest." Draco commented striding towards her easily before she knew it she was against the wall with him leaning against her.
"If you know what's good for you, you will let me go." Pixie warned.
"What are you gonna do, hurt me? Come on Pixie, give it to me good." She raised her hand and attempted to slap him but Draco caught it and gripped her wrist tightly. Pixie wasn't about to give up there and jammed her knee in his gut. Draco cried out and sank down on his knees.
"As you wish." She commented walking away. Just as she turned the corner she crashed into somebody. "Watch where you're going!" She shouted.
"You are in no position to order people around Miss Lestrange." A hand said picking her up. "I know you've never met me except when you were a young child, I'm Severus Snape." The man with greasy locks and an even greasier nose said holding out his over-sized hand.
"I was told about you by Draco." She snapped. "And it's Pixie. I know you're about to call me 'belle'." Pixie said wryly.
"You have been taught the art of occlumency."
"No, I'm telepathic." She said smartly. "My real mother left me with her abilities before she died."
"You've got talent. So tell me, what year are you entering at Hogwarts?" Snape asked.
"I'm entering my sixth year." She said. 'why am I telling him this.' "Where are you heading?" She inquired.
"I have been summoned by the dark lord." Snape said officially turning up his nose.
"Coming mother!" Pixie called jogging off in the opposite direction.
"Control your abilities," Bellatrix snapped.
"Fine. I'll just make sure the light side wins the war." Pixie said waving her hand and sending a blast of energy destroying the tapestry of the family tree.
"Okay, watch when you use it. Is that better."
"Since when have you been soft?" Pixie inquired curiously raising an eyebrow.
'since I developed a conscience.' Bellatrix though bitterly.
"I understand mother. Your secret is safe with me. What did you want to talk to me about?"
"You still need school supplies." Bellatrix said shortly. "You are to go with Draco and Narcissa to Diagon Alley and get everything you need. Here's the money. Also, there's a dance and coronation coming up, so you need two sets of dress robes."
"Thanks mother, I'll be back shortly." Pixie swept a royal blue robe over her shoulders and headed towards the fire place.
"You're not traveling by Floo powder, you're apparating ."
"You're going to let me apparate." She stated unbelievingly.
"You've got your license." Bellatrix said. (Licenses in France were given at 16 instead of 17.)
"Well thank you." She said.
With a crack pixie apparated and landed outside gringots. "I love Diagon Alley." She muttered to herself.
"Belle! Over here!" Narcissa frantically called sweeping the girl up in her arms. Despite the crude meaning of her name Narcissa had a good heart that reached out to all pure bloods, excluding Harry Potter of course.
"My name is pixie, and I need to get some clothing. Is it alright if I go into Madame Malkins Robe Shop?" She inquired. "Should anything happen, I'll handle it. After ten years of self defense and advanced Defense against the Dark Arts I should be able to handle anything."
"Alright dear, why don't you meet us in the book store after you're done."
"I am not going to spend three hours looking at books." Draco complained.
"Oh bugger, I'll be done with in the hour." Pixie said gallanting off into the robes store. She was instantly welcomed with a burst of warm air that made her feel comfortable.
"Can I help you dear?" A lady asked from behind the counter. She had a button nose, and a very cheery disposition.
"Yes, I need two sets of dress robes." She said.
"Alright, I'll be right back and bring you some to try on."
An hour later, after trying on several robes, Pixie began to grow impatient. "Perhaps if you told me what you were looking for."
"I want a midnight blue gown for the dance and a white simple dress for my birthday." She said thinking quickly.
"You should have just told me that. I have just the two dresses." The lady said gaily. She pointed over to two mannequins that hadn't been there before.
"Where did they come from."
"Deary, this is a magic shop. Need I say more?"
"Oh yeah, I'll take them, they're perfect."
"They were sold right after Lily Potter was killed. It was supposed to only be for her daughter."
"I thought she only had a son."
"They were twins. The second one looks a lot like you."
"What?"
"Never mind that will be two-hundred galleons." She said. Pixie distractedly threw the money on the table and grabbed her dresses.
"Thanks," She said heading out the door. She had some reading to do.
"When he-who-must-not-be-named defeated the potters they left behind a son named Harry." Pixie read aloud. "This has got to be the most boring book I have ever read." She commented. Pixie fell asleep on her silken bed and the book fell on the ground, opening to a page about Lily's daughter.
AN: I had a lot of ideas for this story but decided on Lily having a daughter. I just thought it was a good idea. This is eventually gonna be a Draco/Pixie story but that's gonna take a while. There's gonna be other characters such as Professor Lupin, Tonks, and other Characters. Anyways, R&R.
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