Prologue
The tall raven-haired girl looked into the mirror once more.
Tonight is the night , she has to look perfect for the initiation. The girl fussed over her emerald gown that matched her eyes perfectly. A slightly taller slick-haired blond boy interrupted her nervous fidgeting.
"Victoria, you look gorgeous, perfect. I'll have to protect you from the others tonight."
The girl turned at the sound of Draco, her brother. Examining the blond she admitted to herself that he cleaned up nicely. Tall, like most wizards naturally were, the boy - Draco- was wearing open silk black robes with silver lining, accenting his coal eyes perfectly. The Malfoy heir finished his look with equally tight black dress pants and dragon hide boots.
"Speak for yourself Draco, you look dashing." The blond spun her around towards the mirror once more to prove his point.
The raven-haired girl was forced to concede. She did look good. Hair falling down in waves into a one-sided swoop, a green and silver clip accenting the other portion of the silky waves. The hair style gave an observer the perfect view of prominent cheek bones, plump pink lips and a cute button nose. But the girl's most prominent feature were her eyes. Impossibly green eyes echoed with hidden power, showing a hint of dark intelligence and confidence within them. One had to look closely to discern the heart piercing sadness. The girl - Victoria- was wearing a gown instead of her usual silver dress robes. For this is the night. She's been waiting for this occasion for six long years. Ever since she met him that murky night.The strapless black gown flowed elegantly to her ankles. A small jacket in her clutch bag and three-inch killer heels adorning her feet. Draco was, as always, correct. She was ready, ready as she'll ever be.. Victoria grabbed her 10 in. Yew and Holly wand, strapping it into her invisible wand holster before grabbing the small silver clutch bag.
Victoria gripped Draco's hand as they descended together into the common-room. Where then rest of the similarly dressed seventh year Slytherins were waiting. Chatting quietly among themselves. All conversation fell silent when they witnessed the brother and sister descend from the stairs. Portraying the image Prince and Princess together. There attire was appropriate for the ball, for they were the Prince and Princess of Slytherin house since the tender age of thirteen.
Behind their stoic faces many of the Slytherins felt envy and awe at the duo. For their beauty and grace was unprecedented within their house. Their Prince scooped a pinch of carefully marked deep red floo powder, throwing it into the black marble fire-place. He turned to address the Slytherins before entering with his Lady.
"Come all, tonight is the night."
The students were always last to enter for these balls. For it was tradition for this once a year occasion that has been occurring for fifty odd years. The Slytherins entered in pairs as the adults watched their entrance with calculating and observant eyes. Filing away every flaw and weakness they detected in the young adults. Who would sink or swim in their new positions.
The Prince and Princess, as always, entered last. Draco and Victoria Malfoy stole breathes from the men and some women. Their first entry overtaking the entries before them. Narcissa and Lucius rose and greeted their son and adopted daughter with kisses, ginger hugs, and strong handshakes.
"Victoria , my daughter, you look beautiful."
Victoria blushed prettily before replying to her adoptive father. "Thank you Lucius, father, you look like a powerful Lord should. You also mother, you are simply radiant."
Victoria was correct. Lord and Lady Malfoy made quite a sight for the attendants. The Lord and Lady choose white for their attire,the Lord's his blond hair giving him an enthralled look of an angel. The Lady's curled black hair and daring red lipstick made gave her the features of a dark angel cast out of and dangerous to her enemies. The two duos drew many eyes to their figures as they glided towards their reserved tables.
Dinner was delicious. Pureblood custom signifies seven courses with three choices for each meal. Small talk about the Olde ways, studies, and politics were discussed as the guests ate. One man sat at the head table. Looking upon the events as a King would his kingdom. Idly picking conversation with the strikingly beautiful dark-haired woman and what looked to be her husband, murmuring of battle plans.
The king's eyes were continually drawn to one Lady this eve. His future queen.
Dinner was quickly finished. House elves retrieved the empty and barren plates without sound, not alerting anyone to their presence. Lords and Ladies descended into the ballroom for more socialites and dance. The first song introduced the waltz, some couples simply swaying the elegant music while some preformed the dance, spinning around the ballroom gracefully. The Slytherin Prince drew his Lady into a dance, murmuring quietly to each other as they swayed to the soft sounds.
"Draco, he kept staring, with if he is displeased with my attendance?"
"Victoria, do not fret, for if he was displeased you would not have the soul to be currently voicing your distress. He simplify was awestruck by our beauty, like the rest of those poor saps." Draco finished teasingly, twirling the raven-haired girl. Making her dress spin.
"Draco! Do not presume to know his mind! He must be displeased."
"Don't be hypocritical darling." Draco drawled ,spinning Victoria into Theodore Notts' waiting arms.
"It about time Draco handed you off, you two danced for three songs."
"I apologize Theo, I hardly noticed. You know how protective Dray is of me." The brown-haired boy knew well. Theo witnessed Draco threaten and curse more than one of the older Slytherin boys who wanted her even at the tender age of even stepped over the threshold of puberty. The threats grew worse as she grew older. Theo himself was lucky to remain unscathed, being betrothed to Daphani Greengrass this summer.
"Yes we all know how Draco can get, do not worry. I'm sure some brave bloke would've cut in anytime."
"Oh Theo, are you showing her inner Gryffindor?" Victoria teased with a pleasant smirk adorned on her face.
Theo scowled playfully, tapping Victoria on the nose just as teasingly.
"You are more Gryffindor than all the attendants here Victoria, or you were meant to be." The beautiful raven-haired girl laughed a musical laugh. Causing more than one to stop and listen to the enchanting sound. The dancing couple twirled around the ballroom to three more songs before Victoria returned to Draco and her parents as the meeting began.
The ballroom was quickly transformed. Tables disappearing, replacing their presence with black chairs for the guests and students to sit on until they were called. The seven élite members were standing straight-backed in front of the raised daïs. A throne stood in the middle of the dais. Green snakes with red eyes entwining, and hissing in their place on the arms of the throne. A gorgeous man sat in the its place. Slightly curly black hair flowing down his broad shoulders with a deep red open robe attaching itself to the lean body. Perfectly coinciding with those mesmerizing blood-red eyes. The man radiated power,oozed confidence and intelligence combined with a cruel cunning. Calling attention to himself whether in the magical or muggle world. But the man would never voluntarily step foot in the muggle world, for he was above such things and many people found it hard to disagree with the declaration. The man was already known throughout the wizarding world. Causing terror and tragedy just in his mere name.
Lord Voldemort.
The Dark Lord's aura alone caused a number of emotions. Fear, awe, devotion, hatred and anger. He reveled in every single one. Now , like every year, he was ready to receive his new followers. The same, if not more, amount than last year. For if you refuse his mark all are required to take an oath of neutrality towards his cause. The Dark Lord rose from his throne, beginning his traditional Yule speech.
Victoria was nervous. Only her extremely well built walls around her mind prevented it from showing through the alluring face. She wasn't worried about the pain of the mark, no the girl knew enough emotional pain to battle the physical pain the mark would cause her. The the object of her worries were her vows. Every student was obligated to recite their own vows as the Dark Lord marked them. Subtly testing their loyalty and pain tolerance. What if they were too much? Victoria only wants to give her complete sincerity to her Lord. Only her adoptive family truly knows how dedicated to the cause she is. The second Lady Malfoy decided to say them anyway. She never cared what anyone thought, this wouldn't change a thing! This way her loyalty will remain unchallenged. The Dark Lord rose from his throne and began the traditional speech.
"New and Old deatheaters, now is a time for celebration. For we have received new recruits into our family. I welcome them with open arms to the cause. Yule is among us, signifying our fight to keep the old ways alive. Every year we take the seventh years and junior elite program will be established. Come my new deatheaters, as I call your name and make your vows.
"Alphard Black" The boy stammers slightly as the mark is put onto his skin but his voice holds firm as he intones his vows.
"Lucian Bole" The tall boy's voice never wavers as he says he vows.
"Millicent Bulstrode" Victoria subtly rolls her eyes as she hears the shaking voice from the kneeling figures voice. Only Cissa and Bella give witches a good name now a days. More and more names are called. Victoria finds her anticipation growing as the Dark Lord finally hits Draco's name. Victoria's nose scrunched up cutely as she watches Draco ruin his robes. She actually pays attention to her brothers vows, hoping his voice holds.
"Milord, I vow to follow your command and eventual rule without question. Offering endless support from my family, job, and the Malfoy vaults. Milord, I vow to never waver in loyalty, striving to be your most loyal in every command and complete every mission to perfection. Milord, I vow to dedicate my life and magic the cause, bringing back the Olde ways and restoring rightful rights to dark wizards. Milord, these are the promises I vow."
Victoria is impressed with Draco's vows, smirking lightly as he slyly shadows their fathers vows. Draco rises and shoots her a questioning look, which Victoria returns with a warm smiling. Telling him she enjoyed his vows. Draco smiles as our father pats his back and kisses his forehead with their mother.
"Victoria...Malfoy"
It is my turn. Inhaling deeply and striding toward My Lord. Wandlessly changing my ballroom clothes into a more suitable open black robe with black shirt,pants, and shoes as I continue my confident strut. There is no way a Malfoy will ruin that dress. Victoria notices her mother giving her an approving nod out of the corner of her eye. Taking another deep breath she kneels on one knee and holds out her left arm to be marked. Victoria boldly stares into the Dark's beautiful crimson eyes and drops her occlumency walls as she proclaims her vows loud enough for everyone to hear the mesmerizing musical voice.
"My lord I vow to follow your every command and instruction. I would and will follow you to hell and back. Staying there if only you wish it of me.
My lord I vow my hardest to help you finish this war with you as the victor.
My lord, I follow because of magic. There is no good or evil only power and those to weak to seek it. For too long has the balance been over thrown with light magic. Smothering the grey and dark to almost none existence. I vow to help fight to bring balance back to the three magics by creating the Dark-Era."
Victoria paused, looking down at her still forming mark with interest as she spotted a slightly different look to hers, Victoria looked back into those bewitching eyes, smirking evilly as she intoned her last vow.
"My Lord, I vow to follow your wishes to the ends of the Earth in pursuit of balance. For the Greater Good..For the Greater Good of Magic, I bow to you.
AN:/ So how'd you like it? The next three/four chapters will focus on her childhood to this point, then beyond. Buuutt should I just continue on this point and have snippets of her childhood?
Review! Tell me your thoughts! :)