A/N
This is my first ever Harry Potter Fanfic, and I hope you guys enjoy it! Toodaloo! :D
A little girl looked down from the high tower window, down to be battle below her that raged on. She didn't quite understand all that it was for, because she was only three, but she understood enough to know that her father, mother, and friend were fighting. On which side, she did not know. She did not know whether it was the bad side, or the good side, but surely they are on the good side, surely they would not fight for the worst, would they? Surely they would not want to kill these people, right?
She watched as flashes of green, red, blue and all sorts of colors streamed through the air, hitting one after the other, killing as swiftly as they breathed.
The loud, shrill voice of her father rang out amongst the fighters, the sound chilled her. Even if he was her father, his voice still sent shivers down her one-and-a-half foot spine.
"Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone." his steely, high-pitched voice hurt her delicate ears as it boomed on.
"The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you, and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman, or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together." He finished with his arms up, his back towards my tower.
His words scared the little girl, she knew that this was not mercy, this was not the way someone good would be, she knew that her father was evil, and that her mother would probably be evil too. Silent tears formed at the corners of her little eyes and flowed.
Maybe this is why he doesn't care for me. Maybe this is why he shoves me off and keeps me from the world. My father is evil, he cares for no human life, and he probably doesn't even care for mine. Dad didn't want me. Mom doesn't want me. I am alone. What if Draco dies? What if I am really left all alone? She thought, whimpering sadly to herself.
Her baby face still pressed up against the window, she saw more action and a boy about the age of seventeen with a hat of fire on his head. She was scared to know what would happen to the boy, the hat certainly would burn him, right? It looked quite hot. She looked at him with fright and pity etched on her little face and saw as he took the hat off and was unscathed, he pulled out a sward and chopped off her father's snake's head with a triumphant look on his face. He was certainly beat up and bruised, but all the same, he was joyful.
The battle began again, people slashing and yelling themselves hoarse, spelling and forcing each other to surrender.
Her mother and father went in to the big castle to fight, and it seemed like hours waiting for them to come back out and watching the battle rage on outside. They did not come out.
Then everything fell silent as people looked inside of the castle curiously, everything built up the suspense, even frogs leaping outside made people jump.
Cheers screamed out from most of the people who fought. They wailed of their happiness, hugged each other, even kissed.
The little girl did not realize it at first, but understood what it meant when the side that her father was not on came out of the castle yelling their heads off with glee and pity from the ones they had lost, and the things they had won.
Voldemort is dead. Bellatrix is dead. Both of the little girl's parents were gone. But strangely, she was not as upset as most would be. Of course she was devastated that her family was gone, and would not come back, but she vowed to herself to never be like her parents were. To never be evil or unkind like they, to always do the right thing.
And she shut her eyes, heard her name once from a very familiar voice, and fell asleep on the hard floor ground.
"Reign, it's ok, it's all right." Draco said in a soft whisper, so different from his usual sneering voice. "It's over. I'm sorry. He's dead."
The soft and silent tears consumed her in darkness, everything in her little life was about to change.
Almost 8 years later…
Reign woke with a start at the sound of a light knocking on the door.
"Reign? Reign? Are you ok? You screamed again." Draco asked with worry wrinkling his brow.
Reign racked her brain wondering what the bad dream could have been, she had been having it for a while now, but every single time, it slipped her mind, with no remembrance of what the horrible dream was, but it seemed so crucial, the dream. It seemed as if someone didn't want her to remember the nightmare because it must be important, must be vital for her's or someone else's survival, but it never came back to her.
"Yes, Uncle Draco, I'm sorry to have worried you." She said with a heavy sigh outlining the words.
"Good. You catch the train today." When she looked at him confused and unsure of what he meant, Draco added: "for Hogwarts, of course. Remember?"
"Oh. Oh yea! Sorry Uncle, I just had a momentary brain lapse…or something." She smiled half heartedly at him and he left her to get ready in peace.
No need to wear muggle clothing, for I am not a muggle… guess I'll just have to wear my robes. Reign thought quietly to herself.
"Uncle? What did you wear on your first day at Hogwarts?"
"What was that?" he came back in, apparently not hearing what she had said.
"What did you wear on your first day at Hogwarts?" Reign repeated the question, the teensiest bit annoyed with her very handsome uncle.
"My robes, of course. I had to show off to the others, right?" he said with a hearty chuckle.
"Thank you, Uncle." And with that, he left.
Once she had her robes on, and her hair pulled up in its usual ponytail, she rushed downstairs, lugging the Hogwart's trunk behind her and hearing the thunk, thunk, thunk as it hit every stair.
"Ready?" Aunt Jordan asked when she saw Reign coming in the room. She was holding their baby, Reign's cousin, Scorpius Hyperion, a miniature vision of his father.
"Well, I would like some breakfast, Auntie, if that's ok." She said a bit sarcastically, but all in good fun.
"I bet you would, wouldn't you. At the table, love." Reign adored it when her aunt called her "love". It meant that she had somewhere she belonged.
"Thank you. Hello Scorpius." Reign said as she played with her baby cousin, putting her finger in his tiny, egg-sized hands, and tickling his little shoes that would soon have little booties on them to keep him warm.
"Hurry up, though love, or we'll be late…and we can't have that." Jordan said with a wink. "After all, it is your first day."
But there was no need to remind her, she was already nervous enough. People didn't know she was Voldemort's daughter, but if they did, she would certainly be in the worst trouble.
When trying to consult her Uncle on this matter, all he said was: "You should be proud to be the Dark Lord's daughter. If people question you, hold your head high and speak with dignity. There is no need to be ashamed." But this still did not help.
***
They got to the Hogwart's Express with enough time to kill, before she absolutely had to board.
"Get Slytherin, ok. No pressure though." Uncle said with a toothy grin.
"I'll try, Uncle. I really will. What will you do if I don't, though? What if I don't get Slytherin?" Reign asked nervously, suddenly scared of the disaster that this could turn into.
"We won't be happy, but we'll learn to muddle through. And we'll still love you, honey." Auntie said, trying to console her, I'm sure, but no such luck. She wasn't consoled. Reign was utterly horrified!
They wouldn't happy? I hate making them unhappy! She thought bitterly to herself.
Draco and Jordan shared a knowing glance then looked towards the Hogwart's Express stood, smoking out of the pipe on top.
A whistle sounded, and it was time to board.
"Go. Go! Hurry, have fun sweetie, I hope you have a marvelous time." Uncle Draco and Aunt Jordan said in unison. Scorpius waved a baby wave and then stuck his thumb back into his mouth, smiling in a goofy, baby way.
"Bye, bye. Write to me, please?" she hoped they would, it wouldn't be much fun without them writing or sending something.
"And packages everyday! Use your owl!" they screamed out to me as I boarded the train that would take me to my new school.
"Love you!" we all three screamed as I could no longer see them anymore.
And the train started to move.