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"Yes, yes. This is all going according to plan" he said with a snarl, watching the scene before him. The mist of colors swirling around like an atom. His prize in the center.

"My lord, are you sure this is going to work? What will happen to it?" Bellatrix asked curiously.

"Be quite! Of course it will work! My creation will be a success and will not fail me. She will do great things." he replied, almost with a smile. But whatever the gesture was going to be was long gone.

"... She? My lord?" she questioned.

But Voldemort did not answer. He stared at his creation with great interest blazing in his eyes. He would prove to everyone, and anyone who brought up his flaw. The apparent flaw that will make him lose. No. He would prove to those blasted deceivers what he was capable of.

Features started to into view. Her hair grew into a lushes length, flowing off the table. Its color shown dark brown but glowed red. Her skin was pale as most everyones here but flawless none the lest. Her appearance was that of a normal teenager, she will do well. His creation stirred in place. Limbs moving for the first time as the sphere of charms and colors gradually shrunk into her. The first breath is taken. As though to test out capability, the fingers tapped and toes twitched, ankles rolled and wrist flicked, and them the shoulders slide up and down. But what he was waiting for happened last, as if it were in slow motion...

Burning! Everything was burning! Waves of energy crashed through my being. Every wave felt as if it were dripping from a heated kettle. Seconds between each wave slipping to me but yet I felt no pain. I have never felt pain. Not ever. I have knowledge of many things. And yet no idea of how I do. You are supposed to experience pain when confronted with heat but as these waves of heated energy pass through me, nothing happens. Some blows are worse then others. Some make you want to singe at the mere presence, but I'm perfectly content as though I'm the flame from which the heat descends.

I sit and wait. Wait for the heat to affect me the way it should. But as if reading my thoughts, the heat dies down. The waves of energy lessen, burry within me, and then completely stop. My muscle move in a steady motion in my middle being. Bring in another wave of energy. I prepare for the heat again but all i get is smooth, soft... Nothing. And as quickie as I happened, it left my system. My muscles rise again and pull in another round of this... Air! Of course it's air! Air is what you need, but slipped my mind as though it was never there.

Wanting to test other muscles and what they do I decide to start small. Fingers and toes are small. I lightly jerk my pinkie up and let it fall down and hit the table, then try the others. Next I tried my toes, letting them wiggle, then flexed my foot all the way to till my ankles rolled. Through my fingers, I rolled through my hands and flicked my wrists, add a little wiggle to my arms and finally brought my shoulders up and down. Movement felt amazing, each muscle tingling with its own energy. But a different though came to my head. A sense I knew so much about but haven't yet experienced. Sight. Almost afraid or what I might find, I slowly peeked out of both my eyes and glanced around. I nearly flung open my eyes at the sight of all the colors and shapes everywhere. I knew exactly what everything was but yet it was only the first time I have ever see it. The sky was noticeable through windows but it was not the blue I recall knowing. It was a murky grey from... maybe a storm? All the clouds swarmed together. The start of a storm? My eyes shifted to another shape. This one moved very little, almost rocking back in froth from one spot on the ground. It was all black but it seemed to blow in with the draft in the air. The blackness became still as if reading my thoughts and a pale color was shown from an opening in the blackness. It was a face.

Person! It was a person. They had been wearing a cloak that covered them from head to toe. I studied their face. Their feathers reminded me of what I know as to be a male. HIS face was very pale and lightly pointed with light blond hair, but what caught my attention most were his eyes. His light grey eyes seemed to be burning a hole into me. His stare was a look of pure disgust. But why? Why look at me with such emotion? I squinted my eyes in curiosity but was distracted by a laugh.

I followed the sound till I found the source of the laugh. It was another man. He was tall and had no hair and his eyes looked menacing.

"You have finally awaken." His voice was cold and uninviting. "Try standing." He held his hand out towards me. I slowly lifted my arm above my head and twisted it at different angles seeing it for the first time, of how white I looked then a tan most people might have. Then slowly let my hand fall in his. Slightly lifting my head to view my legs, I noticed I was on a table, dressed I. Some blue shorts And a white shirt. My skin was paler then the boys had been.

I was tugged out of thought but a pressure change on my hand. The man had put his other hand over mine as if encouraging me to continue.

I slid my legs to the side of the table and with my other arm, pushed myself so I was sitting wit my legs touching the floor. I found my grip on the floor and pushed off the table with my hand. I stood up straight and romoved my hand from the mans. I stared up at his face waiting for him to speaking again.

After staring at me for a minute he finally said, "Brilliant."

The man started circling me and studying my person. I took this time to glance around the room. There were more people. A few females there as well. One was in the farther end of the room. She had the same color hairs as the boy how had given me the strange looks. But she was watching her hands, which were weaved into another. He too had the pale skin and blond hair. Perhaps they are together. Neither paid attention to me like the other seem to be.

I shift my stare to the boys again. His look had not change, but may have got a bit stronger. But why?

"Walk."

I turned to face the owner of the voice. It was him. He had stopped circling me stood a distance away. Farther then the others were. " I said walk." This time his voice was more demanding. I looked down towards my feet. Placing one foot in front of the other, I change my position so my weight went to my other leg. And did it again and again. In just a few steps, I was standing in front of the strange man who had commanded me.

"Perfect" he said with delight.

"My lord, her resistance?" a shrieky voice asked. My sight went to the other girl. They looked a lot a like, maybe sister.

"Yes, we shall test that now." the man glided across the floor next to the women and turned to face me again. He raised a wooden object at me which I quickly realized to be what i know as a wand. A bright green light shot from the tip of the wood and flew straight to my chest. I waited till the green was absorbed and completely gone before looking up at him with a frustrated stare. I know what he did. He tried to kill me.

"It's just as you said it would be..." the girl had spoken again. He replied with a dark laugh. "Fight back." he said.

I didn't have a wand. What do I do?

I thought of trying to physically hurt him, push him into the wall. But I didn't have to move. The man flung back and easily stopped himself before crashing into the wall.

"Bravo daughter." he announced.

Daughter? Not biologically, I was a creation.

"You can control you body, resist charms, and not be killed. Yet you will age, but natural death is all that can kill you." He spoke only to me. "but now," he continued, "I ask you to speak." Without hesitation, I plainly ask, "Why?"

Everyones look become uncomfortable.

When no one said anything I continued. "Why does he look at me the way he does?" I asked turning so I face the blond boy.

His face turned lightly pink as it softened. It quickly changed into more of an embarassed look then disgusted.

A hand appeared on my shoulder. "You have a curious interesting in the boy?" his voice was filled with amusement.

I only nodded.

The entire room started to laugh but the boy and the couple in the farther part of the room.

"Draco, come here." The blond woman ordered. She was now focused on the boy, Draco, who had followed her order and swiftly crossed the room to them.

"Oh look at the pitiful Malfoys' daughter," my creator said. But ignoring him, I continued with my train of thought.

"You didn't answer my question." I pressed.

"Don't talk to me in that voice and matter!" He snarled, but before I could look him in the eyes, a powerful blow came to my shoulder and I was forced to the floor. It didn't hurt, not at all, but what did I do? I lifted my head from the tiles and glared at my creator.

"And you will call me 'father,' and we will talk about your future when you calm down." He stated before waving his hand toward the door and leaving the room.

As if the unspoken gesture meant something to everyone in the room, they filed out one by one through the door, following my creat-… Father, all but the boy, Draco.

Draco walked from the farther section of the room until he stood before me. Without a word, he held his hand out to me. After fixing my stare to look more thankful, I let him pull me off the cold floor. Draco's expression was more calm compared to well I had awaken, but better then nothing. Once I was balance on my own, I took back my hand and placed them both on either side of me. I took in a deep breath, "Thanks." Trying to add a smile to show I meant it. But it didn't change anything. His look was the same.

"Word of advice when it comes to the Dark Lord," he started, his stare becoming more friendly, "listen closely and only speak when spoken to. Also, never back talk him. You got lucky because he thinks of you as a daughter." Draco spat out the last part before he turned and exited the room to catch up to the others through the doors., leaving me standing alone in a room with so many questions running through my head.

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