Disclaimer: I dun own anyone but Jennifer and her friends, as well as some
other stuff. Everything else belongs to the lovely J. K. Rowling, who needs
to speed up with the last two books before I go crazy. Oh, and I plan this
to be my disclaimer for the entire story, because otherwise everything gets
bumped down by this, and I'm sure you would all love for me to just write
and post my story, and not a disclaimer Everytime.
The last thing I ever planned to do was fall in love with the daughter of one of my followers. So the question is how did I? How did I ever mange to become a young adult again, sneak into Hogwarts, and fall in love with her? I always knew he was hiding something, I just never thought it could be a daughter. Much less, a daughter to kill for.
Chapter One
Once Again
As a girl's hair hit me in the face, I glared and hissed at her. She turned around and glared back, her grayish eyes scaring me a bit as they narrowed and she made a sound much like "Watch your step, asshole." She reminded me much of Lucius Malfoy, in temperament and appearance. However, unlike Lucius, his wife Narcissa, or his son Draco, her hair was dirty- blonde, not the platinum-blonde the Malfoys were famous for.
"I haven't bugged you, have I?" I gave her a sincere apology and waited for her reply.
"I dare say you have. Now if you don't mind, I have to get to-ah! Shit." The girl swore as her books dropped and she leaned forward to pick them up. Her dirty-blonde hair appeared to have brown highlights on the inside layer, and her form was near perfect.
"Want some help?" I offered her a hand as she fell, having successfully have picked up her books.
"I guess you aren't as annoying as I thought you were. What's your name?" She accepted and pulled herself to her feet using my hand for support.
"Tom. Tom McHera." I quickly thought up a name, not wanting to be picked out. It was a good thing I had remembered the name I had come to Hogwarts under. "And you?"
"Jennifer. Jennifer Ma-" She began but was quickly cut off by a shriek.
"JENNY! COME HERE! You know Professor McGonagall goes nuts if you're late to class." Another girl came running up behind Jennifer, as I decided to call her in my mind. The girl stopped shouting as she came closer, and she twirled a bit of her lengthy black hair around her finger, smiling a bit too sexy in my opinion. "Who's your friend?"
"Tom McHera. And I never exactly said he was my friend. Shut up Ms McHolder. Sorry about her." Jennifer blushed slightly and gave her friend a nudge towards the corridor connecting with the one the three were standing in. "Marissa isn't usually like this. Tom McHera, meet Marissa McHolder. Marissa McHolder, meet Tom McHera. And, for you convenience, Mr. McHera, my name, as I was interrupted from telling you, is Malfoy. Jennifer Malfoy."
"And Ms. Malfoy isn't usually such a speech maker. Nice to meet you Mr. McHera, but we've got Transfiguration. Bye!" Marissa tried pulling Jennifer towards the hall, but Jennifer wouldn't budge.
"Lighten up for once. Just because you're a prefect doesn't mean everything must be perfect. What class do you have next, Mr McHera?" Jennifer laughed slightly at her friend's attempt to move her before looking towards me.
"I happen to have Transfiguration myself. Any chance of allowing my to accompany you to McGonahell's class?" I offered his hand once again to Jennifer, while offering my other to Marissa.
"I don't see why not." The two girls laughed at my joke and each took a hand, while Marissa gave out their answer.
"You'll have to excuse my language before, I don't take very nicely at first to those who can't refrain from glaring at me." Jennifer smiled as we walked down the corridor.
"Language excused. So, what years and houses are you two in? I'm a Seventh year Slytherin."
"Seventh year Slytherin as well. I also happen to be the Seventh year Slytherin Prefect." Marissa answered.
"Seventh year student, in both Slytherin and Ravenclaw. The stupid hat couldn't decide. Dumbledore said, however, due to my family and how highly my father spoke of me, I was be considered a Slytherin. Luckily, we had this discussion without the hat shouting it to the whole school. He came down from the teacher's table, spoke to me, and we got the problem resolved." Jennifer answered, only her answer was more huffy and annoyed then Marissa's had been.
"And yet you don't sound at all happy to be in both the house of cunning and the house of intelligence."
"Well, she wouldn't. When her father found out he went ballistic, sent her a howler, and made her brother refuse to speak to her. Only I, her mother, and our friends Lisa Greyweld, Trista Black, and Lorina Potter would talk to her. Though the fact Lorina's last name is Potter didn't help. Everyone thought Jennifer was hanging with Gryffidnor scum until they found out Lorina wasn't related to Harry Potter. And Trista was thought to be on good terms with Sirius Black, until everyone also found out Trista was only his cousin who despised him. Only myself and Lisa were known as worth being around at first. Greyweld and McHolder are highly respected names by those who aren't all goody goody. My father is in You-Know-Who's ring of Deatheaters. And Lisa's father was, until the Aurors killed him. Now her mother's in the ring of Deatheaters and my father is working on my mother. I'm going to be one once I get out of this Mudblood loving place." Marissa said this all quickly.
I suddenly remembered who her father was. Jonathon McHolder! Of course. She looked just like him, only she had her mother's blue eyes, not her father's brown ones. And somehow I remembered the name Greyweld. Naturally! Joseph Greyweld had been in my service until his death, when Julie Greyweld took over. Fools as they all were, I couldn't help but notice how astoundingly beautiful Jennifer was. Of course, soon the thought vanished from my mind as we walked into a very annoyed and merciless looking McGonagall.
The last thing I ever planned to do was fall in love with the daughter of one of my followers. So the question is how did I? How did I ever mange to become a young adult again, sneak into Hogwarts, and fall in love with her? I always knew he was hiding something, I just never thought it could be a daughter. Much less, a daughter to kill for.
Chapter One
Once Again
As a girl's hair hit me in the face, I glared and hissed at her. She turned around and glared back, her grayish eyes scaring me a bit as they narrowed and she made a sound much like "Watch your step, asshole." She reminded me much of Lucius Malfoy, in temperament and appearance. However, unlike Lucius, his wife Narcissa, or his son Draco, her hair was dirty- blonde, not the platinum-blonde the Malfoys were famous for.
"I haven't bugged you, have I?" I gave her a sincere apology and waited for her reply.
"I dare say you have. Now if you don't mind, I have to get to-ah! Shit." The girl swore as her books dropped and she leaned forward to pick them up. Her dirty-blonde hair appeared to have brown highlights on the inside layer, and her form was near perfect.
"Want some help?" I offered her a hand as she fell, having successfully have picked up her books.
"I guess you aren't as annoying as I thought you were. What's your name?" She accepted and pulled herself to her feet using my hand for support.
"Tom. Tom McHera." I quickly thought up a name, not wanting to be picked out. It was a good thing I had remembered the name I had come to Hogwarts under. "And you?"
"Jennifer. Jennifer Ma-" She began but was quickly cut off by a shriek.
"JENNY! COME HERE! You know Professor McGonagall goes nuts if you're late to class." Another girl came running up behind Jennifer, as I decided to call her in my mind. The girl stopped shouting as she came closer, and she twirled a bit of her lengthy black hair around her finger, smiling a bit too sexy in my opinion. "Who's your friend?"
"Tom McHera. And I never exactly said he was my friend. Shut up Ms McHolder. Sorry about her." Jennifer blushed slightly and gave her friend a nudge towards the corridor connecting with the one the three were standing in. "Marissa isn't usually like this. Tom McHera, meet Marissa McHolder. Marissa McHolder, meet Tom McHera. And, for you convenience, Mr. McHera, my name, as I was interrupted from telling you, is Malfoy. Jennifer Malfoy."
"And Ms. Malfoy isn't usually such a speech maker. Nice to meet you Mr. McHera, but we've got Transfiguration. Bye!" Marissa tried pulling Jennifer towards the hall, but Jennifer wouldn't budge.
"Lighten up for once. Just because you're a prefect doesn't mean everything must be perfect. What class do you have next, Mr McHera?" Jennifer laughed slightly at her friend's attempt to move her before looking towards me.
"I happen to have Transfiguration myself. Any chance of allowing my to accompany you to McGonahell's class?" I offered his hand once again to Jennifer, while offering my other to Marissa.
"I don't see why not." The two girls laughed at my joke and each took a hand, while Marissa gave out their answer.
"You'll have to excuse my language before, I don't take very nicely at first to those who can't refrain from glaring at me." Jennifer smiled as we walked down the corridor.
"Language excused. So, what years and houses are you two in? I'm a Seventh year Slytherin."
"Seventh year Slytherin as well. I also happen to be the Seventh year Slytherin Prefect." Marissa answered.
"Seventh year student, in both Slytherin and Ravenclaw. The stupid hat couldn't decide. Dumbledore said, however, due to my family and how highly my father spoke of me, I was be considered a Slytherin. Luckily, we had this discussion without the hat shouting it to the whole school. He came down from the teacher's table, spoke to me, and we got the problem resolved." Jennifer answered, only her answer was more huffy and annoyed then Marissa's had been.
"And yet you don't sound at all happy to be in both the house of cunning and the house of intelligence."
"Well, she wouldn't. When her father found out he went ballistic, sent her a howler, and made her brother refuse to speak to her. Only I, her mother, and our friends Lisa Greyweld, Trista Black, and Lorina Potter would talk to her. Though the fact Lorina's last name is Potter didn't help. Everyone thought Jennifer was hanging with Gryffidnor scum until they found out Lorina wasn't related to Harry Potter. And Trista was thought to be on good terms with Sirius Black, until everyone also found out Trista was only his cousin who despised him. Only myself and Lisa were known as worth being around at first. Greyweld and McHolder are highly respected names by those who aren't all goody goody. My father is in You-Know-Who's ring of Deatheaters. And Lisa's father was, until the Aurors killed him. Now her mother's in the ring of Deatheaters and my father is working on my mother. I'm going to be one once I get out of this Mudblood loving place." Marissa said this all quickly.
I suddenly remembered who her father was. Jonathon McHolder! Of course. She looked just like him, only she had her mother's blue eyes, not her father's brown ones. And somehow I remembered the name Greyweld. Naturally! Joseph Greyweld had been in my service until his death, when Julie Greyweld took over. Fools as they all were, I couldn't help but notice how astoundingly beautiful Jennifer was. Of course, soon the thought vanished from my mind as we walked into a very annoyed and merciless looking McGonagall.