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A loud cracking sound broke the silence of the night as two woman appeared in a swirl of black smoke in front of large cast iron gates. The elder of the two woman passed through the gate as if she was made of smoke, she waited as the younger of the two walked close to it and slowly moved through it. The older witch sighed as she marched up the long drive to the house that lay in front of them. The young witch walked slowly through the haze that hung in the air; the hedges on both sides were overgrown and uncared for. Nothing but those hedges could be seen on either side, she thought she could make out the tops of trees, which meant land laid past the hedges high pitch sounds that of a baby crying made the witch jump and hurry her steps. She saw in front of her a beautiful white peacock. She stood a moment looking at the bird in front of her; she had never seen anything as beautiful.
She looked up from the bird and could see through the fog. Black pointed gables rising high in the air through the mist mad her shiver some. She hurried along as she wrapped her cloak closer to her; the air was damp and cold that summer evening. She made her way closer she could see darken large windows, iron and hard, unfeeling brown stone ascending into the sky. She shivered some; the house gave an unholy feel to it. The house was dark, no lights or signs of human activity could be seen from where she was. The sound of far off thunder made her jump as she reached the older witch. The rain started coming down lightly as they both made it to the front of this house. The older witch grabbed the doorknocker and banged it on the carved wooden door the younger witch could hear the knock echo through the night sky. The door slowly opened as a set of small green eyes gazed at them. Without a word, the older woman pulled up her sleeve, the door opened as the elf nodded and moved out of their way.
The only illumination in the study came from the orange, red glow of the fire in the drawing room. The room was full of people; none moved or dare to speak above a whispered unless He spoke to them. He had requested that night to be a formal affair, why no one knew or dare ask. The air was heavy with tension as the room watched the man sitting in the middle of the room. He was sitting in a big chair with his snake wrapped around his feet. He held in his hand a glass of Firewhisky. He liked how that made them all nervous. This wasn't like the first time he was in power. Most of these people were only here due to fear, only a few came back to him out of loyalty. Even those loyal had changed during their years in Azkaban; he noted the change in his Bella. He looked down a Nagini and spoke soft and low to the snake.
A noise broke through the silence a few moments later; it made a few jumps when it started. It was the clicking and clacking of heels on the stone floor of the Manor. It was the sound of not just one set of heels but two. The noise grew louder as the room turned to the two woman in the doorway. The noise level in the room grew to a low buzz as people started talking. The older woman was tall and thin, her hair was all the way down her back and blond. You could see the gray that was started around the front of her face; she had dull green eyes with wrinkles around them. She was wearing a stiff long black dress that was old and ragged with small holes in the lace that covered the tight bodice and the long sleeves. It had small black buttons all the way up to her neck. The bottom portion of the dress was frying some and her heels were scuffed. Once the dress was stunning, but now it was as old looking as the woman was.
The child standing next to her had white blond hair with streaks of black and some traces of deep red. It didn't lay flat as the older witches did. The young witch's hair frizzed and waved down her spine. She was much smaller than the older witch was. It made her look even more like a small, frail child. Her skin was pale with a touch of pink to it and her lips were dark red. Her eyes, no one in the room could miss. At first glance, they looked as if they were white, but on closer look as if they were a light purple, the color of violets. She was dressed in much the same way as the older woman but it appeared she was wearing the older woman's dress. The dress had more black lace on it and the neckline ended at her shoulders, due to the dress not fitting the bottom of it dragged the floor. The older woman threw herself in front of him pulling the younger one to the floor. The older woman spoke, her voice was deep, rough, and cracked in areas. "My Lord, we are sorry we are late. Travel is getting more regulated."
He looked down at both of them and smiled as he rose out of the chair. "You are forgiven," He said. He grabbed the older woman's hand and had her stand next him. "It has been too long, Aneliya." He embraced her as he spoke. He turned his attention to the younger of the two. He held his hand for her and lifted her to a standing position near him. "This cannot be Keaira? My dear child, I remember the day your mother informed me about her pregnancy."
Keaira blushed as she noticed the whole room was staring at this interaction. The room was full of people whispering at each other as the Dark Lord turned his attention to her mother. She stood next to him and gazed around the room. She noticed a few people in the room. One was looking on with disgust. She had wild black hair, a black dress much like her mothers and a crazed look about her. Her eyes moved away from the crazed lady and began to scan the room once more. That's when she saw him. He was standing in a corner not talking to anybody or near anyone. He was tall with black robes, his features were sharp and not traditional hansom, but something drew her to lock eyes with him. His eyes were like a moonless night and the smirk on his face made her knees week. She wondered if he was trying to peer into her mind the way he kept the staring in her eyes but she never felt her walls being penetrated. She tried but she couldn't take her eyes off him.
"Keaira, KEAIRA!" Her mother's yelling broke the lock with the stranger. Keaira turned to her mother and smiled. "I swear, Keaira, you are going to be my death." Her mother hissed as she grabbed her arm and pulled her close. "Our Lord wants to know more about you, child. Pay attention." Her mother's grip almost brought a tear to the girl's eye.
She noticed a tall blond man and woman now standing by the Dark Lord. The man was stunning his long blond hair fell down his shoulder. His eyes, Keaira was drawn in by his eyes. The dark man in the corner were black but this mans was that of ice. Her heart fluttered the way he smiled at her but she could tell the woman was holding his arm she was his wife. She looked away from the man and lowered her head. "I'm sorry my Lord, I was noticing how lovely the house is." Keaira lied with a curtsy as her mother released her arm.
"It is lovely. This is Lord Malfoy's home. Lucius, this is Keaira." Lucius kissed her hand he smiled. She blushed as she looked at him.
"My dear our home is lovelier with you in it." Lucius almost purred at her. Keaira felt him as he kissed her hand again lightly suck. She held in a small moan as she turned her head quickly and watched the dark man sneer at them over his glass. She looked away from both men and turned to the woman. The Dark Lord placed his hand slightly around Keaira's waist and moved her to the woman. Keaira was leery as to let him touch her, but she was sure she had no choice in the matter. "Wouldn't your Draco just love her?"
Narcissa's voice cracked some. "Yes, she is quite lovely." The woman turned to Keaira. Keaira could see the fear in her eyes. "How old are you my dear?"
Before she could speak, He spoke for her. "She is sixteen and her mother tells me that she was done with school and teaching already. Is it true my dear?" He hissed some when he spoke almost unhuman or snakes like.
"Yes, my Lord." She curtsied again, her mother before arriving pounded it in her head to keep showing respect. "I was accepted into Beauxbatons when I was 9 instead of 11. I finished my education with them when I was 12. After that, I went to Romania study under a Master of Ancient Spells and Charms. I started teaching after I finished apprenticeship last year." She tried to smile as the couple just stared at her as if she had grown two heads. She tried to find her mother, at least her, calling her names would be a comfort right now.
The Dark Lord laughed and smiled at her. The sound of his laughing sent shivers up her spine. "My daughter is brilliant." The Dark Lord yelled as he hugged Keaira. She gazed over his shoulder as he was lightly touching her. The man and woman she could tell were shocked, but so was the whole room. She felt everybody glaring at them.
Even Keaira was caught off guard. She had been told the man that was killed for his crimes after the first war and whom was married to her mother when she was born wasn't her father. Her mother made her sure of that, even though it was his name she bore. She had been told her father was greater than that excuse of a man she was married to. She spoke much of her real father, always in high regard. Keaira believed for years, it was one of her mom's many married lovers. Her mother had a string of lovers and men that came in and out of her life, but none of them ever told her that the Dark Lord was her father. This made her plans harder now she was going to have to rethink some things.
"Excuse me my Lord?" Was all Keaira could stutter out as she glared at her mother.
"My child," He said as his long fingers caressed her back. She saw her mother over his shoulder. She was glaring at the room as she stood near him. "Your mother is a powerful witch and even I could not resist her, um, charms. I could not be the last heir of Slytherin. I needed another and your mother is powerful. Her power and mine would create a child of power but I never counted on intelligent."
Keaira just glared at him, she wanted to run out of that house and away from these people. She was tired of these people, her whole life she had been raised around his followers and now to find out she was his. How could she be his daughter? How could her mother do this? Is this why everybody called her princess her whole life, is this why her mother was insane with power and her blood purity. If she walked away what was the worst they could do to her, kill her. There were days she wished for death. That's when she felt him, the dark stranger in her mind. Nobody could enter her mind she learned early how to control what people saw. Her mind began racing as he spoke one word in her mind. "SMILE"
Keaira did as she was told and smiled. The Dark Lord was across the room with her mother talking to the crazy woman. As he glanced in her direction, he stopped talking and just looked at her. He walked up to her grabbing her. She just kept smiling as the stranger kept saying in her head. Anger was behind his eyes as he glared at her. "You look exactly like my mother." He turned quickly and yelled at the room "OUT! Everybody out now we are done for tonight."