Fazing Gray
This is the sequel to A New Hope if you haven't read it I suggest you do. Otherwise this story wont make much sense. Gray Gray. Perhaps it wasn't color but a faze. Of course I have been through all the fazes throughout my life. Some good; most bad though. Maybe it all evens out in the end, but the human mind only seems to vividly remember the bad, the pain, the emptiness. I am not a pessimist, neither am I optimistic on the whole idea of life. I am a hypocrite and I know that. I lie and deceive but I still have a heart and conscious. I hate my parents its their fault really, I am this confused. I love my adopted parents but I blame them for not being my real parents. I was everyone's angel and I knew that. But inside I am only surrounded by hate which is taking over.
Maybe everything started with her walking out with my sister along with her. I never met her. She was only illusion I had as a child. I remembering thinking of her as some sort of angel. I would wait for her to come take me away and after she never came back, she then became selfish, vulgar, cold women who only care of herself. I stopped thinking of her as a illusion anymore. She was no angel, no heartless bitch, she was human. After I accepted this, I stopped thinking of her entirely. And I only saw her for what she was; a figure of the past; with no relevance to the future.
My childhood was surprisingly happy. That was until I found out everything I had ever known was a lie. Lavender Brown was not my mother, Dean Thomas was not my father. Julian and Oliver were not my brother. My brother told me this; my real brother that is. Rhydon Malfoy. I hated him. He ruined that illusion. He is cruel human with a heart made out of stone.
He told me that both my "real" parents hated me. I destroyed my mother's life, if she had bore another demon son she wouldn't have had to leave. He said that my father could not love a child that ruined his expectations, that's why he gave me to slaves. That was my punishment. I didn't believe him at first. I asked the women who still to this day I have accepted as my Mother, if it was true. She didn't deny it. I was seven at the time unaware to this new feeling of pain.
That was just the start of it. Within the next month, I was working in the castle as a slave. The work wasn't that difficult but it was the mere thought of being a slave that appalled me. I was a pretty child. With long shinny blond hair and a perfect complexion the women of the household took more interest in brushing and doing my hair than actually making me work. As I got older and the cuteness faded replaced with the face of a teenage girl. The pettiness I was accustomed was forgotten, instead long hours of cleaning the kitchen, and cleaning up after my bratty half sister, Clara.
My looks were still openly admired but now not in a cute petty way but by men. I was always starred at and for the most part I loved the attention. I would smile and they would smirk at me. I would flirt with younger death eaters, they would flirt back. None of them took me serious though. I was a slave and the "love child" between a mudblood and a Malfoy. Plus they were to afraid of anything remotely related to Rhydon to get close
I knew part of me was also trying to get my real father to notice me. I wanted him to care about bad and unorthodox behavior, I wanted him to get angry about my relationships with his friend's sons. He never noticed. He never got angry. He never cared. The only time he actually said something to me was after a kiss with Trevor Flint. He told me not to distract other people who had more important things to do then to stay with the likes of me and that I should get back to work. He didn't say it like a father but as a master. I was not about to give in. I told him I would do as I please. He slapped me. That didn't stop me though.
From that day though I learned that I would only get his attention if I acted rebelliously against commands. So I did. I did as I pleased cut off work, said no to commands and slapped my own bitch of a stepmother.
That's why I am here in the first place. Outside my father's office. If truth be told I want him to tell me something about my mother make him admit that he is my father. Everything else no longer matters. I need him to accept that I am just as much his child as Rhydon or Clara.
I hear voices inside. I tried to listen in for awhile only hearing bits and pieces of things never quite getting the full picture. I look at the portraits, all of them being dark wizards glowering. Eventually two dark haired men leave. One of them looked at me with interest. I recognized him. He is a demon. A friend of Rhydon's. He is dark haired and well built with stunningly blue eyes.
"Devon" he said.
"Neaveh Aethra" I say.
"Are you one of Malfoy's?" He says it boldly not minding how straight forward it was. I like that it was intriguing.
"I am no one's" I reply with the same boldness.
"Ah. So you must be his sister." He knows. Rhydon must of told him.
"In blood only." I whisper.
"There is indeed a fine line between blood and love" I don't fully understand what he means. But there was no point contemplating it.
"And what do you love then Devon?." I accent his name to draw his attention.
"Power." Typical response for a demon.
"Would you choose power over love and blood then?" I inquire. This was the first time I had ever really talk to a demon and I was more than interested.
He puts his hand through my hair and whispered "Without a doubt."
"You must get along well with my father and Rhydon." I say sarcastically.
"Yes indeed we do. You are really something Neveah." I raise my eyebrows he adds "I must leave." He starts walking and stops for a second "Wait Aethra means heaven in Latin right?" I nod. "Heaven Backwards and Heaven, So you must lie somewhere imbedded between Heaven and hell."
"Somewhere around there yes." I say surprised, He was the first person to figure the true meaning of my name.
"Interesting." He turns around and leaves; leaving me lost in my own thought.
"So you have met Devon." I turn around and see Rhydon Malfoy peering at me from behind.
"We were just acquainted, yes." I say this hazily
"Yes well don't expect him to join your list of admirers." He added.
"Don't ever tell me what I will and can't do." I say back.
"You don't understand" he replies
"Its not always about understanding." I told him. Who was he to tell me what I didn't understand him.
"You slapped Pansy?" he changes the subject.
"She said my mother hated me." I uttered quietly.
"Your mother left you when you were 3 days old." He stated.
"She was just as much my mother as she was yours." I articulated
He slapped me. Leaving a cold red mark. "I have no mother."
"You think that Malfoy, if it makes you feel better." I added sarcastically.
"Oh by the way father doesn't have time to deal with your bad behavior. He told me I could punish you as I please." A Fireball blazed in his hand. I sometimes forgot how powerful he really.
"What do you want Rhydon?" I ask trying to remain calm.
He smiled at me. "Many things."
"Let me restate myself. What can I do to get out of your punishment."
"Do you think you could Devon fall in love with you?" I was taken aback.
"Demons don't love. They use." He laughed.
"I know that, but you could distract him?"
"Perhaps; but why?"
"The New Dark Lord wants to have power in the underworld. Devon is a very powerful Demon, but if he was distracted for awhile. Do you get where I am going?
"I think. But why me?" I inquire.
"I have never seen him so interested in any girl like the way he looked at you. He wants you. He will never love you. But he wants you."
"Rhydon this isn't about Harry Potter getting more power in the Underworld; this is about you getting more power in the underworld."
He didn't deny it and winked at me. "At least you got your mother's brain." He turn away and walked in the opposite direction.
This would be difficult. Devon was different then any man I had ever known. To tops it all I thought I was already falling for him more than any man I had ever liked before.
Sequel to A New Hope. Neaveh Aethra, a slave, finds herself conflicted between the different paths taken by her parents. Both of whom have done some wrong to her. At the same time she finds herself falling in love with a Demon, whose feelings she was only suppose to distract and manipulate.
This is the sequel to A New Hope if you haven't read it I suggest you do. Otherwise this story wont make much sense. Gray Gray. Perhaps it wasn't color but a faze. Of course I have been through all the fazes throughout my life. Some good; most bad though. Maybe it all evens out in the end, but the human mind only seems to vividly remember the bad, the pain, the emptiness. I am not a pessimist, neither am I optimistic on the whole idea of life. I am a hypocrite and I know that. I lie and deceive but I still have a heart and conscious. I hate my parents its their fault really, I am this confused. I love my adopted parents but I blame them for not being my real parents. I was everyone's angel and I knew that. But inside I am only surrounded by hate which is taking over.
Maybe everything started with her walking out with my sister along with her. I never met her. She was only illusion I had as a child. I remembering thinking of her as some sort of angel. I would wait for her to come take me away and after she never came back, she then became selfish, vulgar, cold women who only care of herself. I stopped thinking of her as a illusion anymore. She was no angel, no heartless bitch, she was human. After I accepted this, I stopped thinking of her entirely. And I only saw her for what she was; a figure of the past; with no relevance to the future.
My childhood was surprisingly happy. That was until I found out everything I had ever known was a lie. Lavender Brown was not my mother, Dean Thomas was not my father. Julian and Oliver were not my brother. My brother told me this; my real brother that is. Rhydon Malfoy. I hated him. He ruined that illusion. He is cruel human with a heart made out of stone.
He told me that both my "real" parents hated me. I destroyed my mother's life, if she had bore another demon son she wouldn't have had to leave. He said that my father could not love a child that ruined his expectations, that's why he gave me to slaves. That was my punishment. I didn't believe him at first. I asked the women who still to this day I have accepted as my Mother, if it was true. She didn't deny it. I was seven at the time unaware to this new feeling of pain.
That was just the start of it. Within the next month, I was working in the castle as a slave. The work wasn't that difficult but it was the mere thought of being a slave that appalled me. I was a pretty child. With long shinny blond hair and a perfect complexion the women of the household took more interest in brushing and doing my hair than actually making me work. As I got older and the cuteness faded replaced with the face of a teenage girl. The pettiness I was accustomed was forgotten, instead long hours of cleaning the kitchen, and cleaning up after my bratty half sister, Clara.
My looks were still openly admired but now not in a cute petty way but by men. I was always starred at and for the most part I loved the attention. I would smile and they would smirk at me. I would flirt with younger death eaters, they would flirt back. None of them took me serious though. I was a slave and the "love child" between a mudblood and a Malfoy. Plus they were to afraid of anything remotely related to Rhydon to get close
I knew part of me was also trying to get my real father to notice me. I wanted him to care about bad and unorthodox behavior, I wanted him to get angry about my relationships with his friend's sons. He never noticed. He never got angry. He never cared. The only time he actually said something to me was after a kiss with Trevor Flint. He told me not to distract other people who had more important things to do then to stay with the likes of me and that I should get back to work. He didn't say it like a father but as a master. I was not about to give in. I told him I would do as I please. He slapped me. That didn't stop me though.
From that day though I learned that I would only get his attention if I acted rebelliously against commands. So I did. I did as I pleased cut off work, said no to commands and slapped my own bitch of a stepmother.
That's why I am here in the first place. Outside my father's office. If truth be told I want him to tell me something about my mother make him admit that he is my father. Everything else no longer matters. I need him to accept that I am just as much his child as Rhydon or Clara.
I hear voices inside. I tried to listen in for awhile only hearing bits and pieces of things never quite getting the full picture. I look at the portraits, all of them being dark wizards glowering. Eventually two dark haired men leave. One of them looked at me with interest. I recognized him. He is a demon. A friend of Rhydon's. He is dark haired and well built with stunningly blue eyes.
"Devon" he said.
"Neaveh Aethra" I say.
"Are you one of Malfoy's?" He says it boldly not minding how straight forward it was. I like that it was intriguing.
"I am no one's" I reply with the same boldness.
"Ah. So you must be his sister." He knows. Rhydon must of told him.
"In blood only." I whisper.
"There is indeed a fine line between blood and love" I don't fully understand what he means. But there was no point contemplating it.
"And what do you love then Devon?." I accent his name to draw his attention.
"Power." Typical response for a demon.
"Would you choose power over love and blood then?" I inquire. This was the first time I had ever really talk to a demon and I was more than interested.
He puts his hand through my hair and whispered "Without a doubt."
"You must get along well with my father and Rhydon." I say sarcastically.
"Yes indeed we do. You are really something Neveah." I raise my eyebrows he adds "I must leave." He starts walking and stops for a second "Wait Aethra means heaven in Latin right?" I nod. "Heaven Backwards and Heaven, So you must lie somewhere imbedded between Heaven and hell."
"Somewhere around there yes." I say surprised, He was the first person to figure the true meaning of my name.
"Interesting." He turns around and leaves; leaving me lost in my own thought.
"So you have met Devon." I turn around and see Rhydon Malfoy peering at me from behind.
"We were just acquainted, yes." I say this hazily
"Yes well don't expect him to join your list of admirers." He added.
"Don't ever tell me what I will and can't do." I say back.
"You don't understand" he replies
"Its not always about understanding." I told him. Who was he to tell me what I didn't understand him.
"You slapped Pansy?" he changes the subject.
"She said my mother hated me." I uttered quietly.
"Your mother left you when you were 3 days old." He stated.
"She was just as much my mother as she was yours." I articulated
He slapped me. Leaving a cold red mark. "I have no mother."
"You think that Malfoy, if it makes you feel better." I added sarcastically.
"Oh by the way father doesn't have time to deal with your bad behavior. He told me I could punish you as I please." A Fireball blazed in his hand. I sometimes forgot how powerful he really.
"What do you want Rhydon?" I ask trying to remain calm.
He smiled at me. "Many things."
"Let me restate myself. What can I do to get out of your punishment."
"Do you think you could Devon fall in love with you?" I was taken aback.
"Demons don't love. They use." He laughed.
"I know that, but you could distract him?"
"Perhaps; but why?"
"The New Dark Lord wants to have power in the underworld. Devon is a very powerful Demon, but if he was distracted for awhile. Do you get where I am going?
"I think. But why me?" I inquire.
"I have never seen him so interested in any girl like the way he looked at you. He wants you. He will never love you. But he wants you."
"Rhydon this isn't about Harry Potter getting more power in the Underworld; this is about you getting more power in the underworld."
He didn't deny it and winked at me. "At least you got your mother's brain." He turn away and walked in the opposite direction.
This would be difficult. Devon was different then any man I had ever known. To tops it all I thought I was already falling for him more than any man I had ever liked before.
Sequel to A New Hope. Neaveh Aethra, a slave, finds herself conflicted between the different paths taken by her parents. Both of whom have done some wrong to her. At the same time she finds herself falling in love with a Demon, whose feelings she was only suppose to distract and manipulate.