A/N: Just a few drabbles. Read and review!
Drowning In Corruption
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When Dolores was born, she was a disappointment to her parents. The pureblood couple had hoped and prayed for a boy, and here was a sickly girl-child. If they were a little more cold-hearted, Dolores would have been shipped off to another family. But there were not many purebloods, and her parents decided—reluctantly—to keep her. They hired a governess to look after Dolores—and they saw her once a week, when they had Sunday dinner with the family. The baby was a burden—one that her mother didn't want, and one her father coulnd't be bothered to deal with. She was too much work, took too much time. She wasn't worth it, her mother often complained. It just wasn't worth it.
So that was how Dolores spent her babyhood—in the company of a woman who couldn't be paid enough to watch her.
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On her fifth birthday, Dolores' mother died giving birth to her stillborn brother. It was the first and only time Dolores saw her father cry. He had no love for his wife, but what was he to do with a five-year-old brat that wanted nothing more than to hug him? He had better things to do, damn it! So he sent his daughter to live with his second cousin by marriage, Alphard Black. He was the only one unmarried, so he could devote his time to young Dolores. But Alphard had no interest a child; he was a bachelor, prone to leaving for long, unexpected trips to far away places.
So that was how Dolores spent her childhood—in the attic of a relative she hadn't met until her mother died.
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Dolores turned ten on the day that Alphard found himself a new girlfriend. She was pretty and she had a lovely name—Drella. Dolores liked her until Alphard left the room. Drella told Dolores in no uncertain terms that she was going to be in charge of this household from now on—and if Dolores wanted to make it to Hogwarts, she would be silent at all times, and do exactly what Drella said when she said it. Alphard returned to find Dolores pale and scared. That's when he told her Drella was a half-blood—something her parents had hated. And now Dolores knew why.
So that was how Dolores spent her preteen years—in constant fear of a woman who did her best to make Dolores' life was miserable as possible.
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Dolores met Lucius Malfoy on the day she turned fifteen. He was a cute six-year-old child, and Dolores warmed to him immediately. He was funny, and cute—but he was also cruel and caustic toward the house elf his family owned. It wasn't until Dolores spoke to Alphard later that evening that she learned house elves were servants. And she learned she was better than them. Dolores learned she was better than all of them—the half-breeds and the freaks of nature. But she couldn't be mean to them in public—that would be inhuman and unnecessary. But the purebloods looked down on her for it, so Dolores did the only thing she could—she watched and she learned.
So that was how Dolores spent her teenage years—learning the ways of a nasty world she felt she did not belong in.
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Dolores made her decision on her twentieth birthday. She would be powerful; she would make changes for the better of the wizarding world. She would do things, and people would listen to what she said, because they had to. They would have to follow her orders, and they would do as she told them to. She would have power if it killed her. And she would full fill her lifelong dream—to become Minister. She would make the rules.
So that was how Dolores spent adulthood—chasing after power, and seeing it slip through her fingers time and time again.
And that's what finally killed her.