BARBIE'S NOTES: This is my first story and I'd LOVE feedback! Enjoy!
My name is Venus Voldemort. I'm the love child of Voldemort, Nagini, and a particularly attractive veela. I'm half-snake, half-witch, half-veela, and all woman. I have large blue eyes, porcelain skin, venomous fangs, and long, glossy silver hair. But before we get to know each other any more, you should know that I usually go by Lady Move Slut or Vend. Get it? It's an anagram, just like Daddy's name. I also inherited Daddy's talent with magic.
I grew up in the forests of Albania in a small hut in the forest. It was the nicest hut around. Daddy helped clear a space by killing everything within a certain radius and the forest animals all loved me, so they helped me gather branches and leaves. And I never had a problem finding enough to eat, because I'm part-vampire. When I wasn't sucking the animals dry, they'd frolic in the forest with me. I loved dancing with them, but I had to be careful not to sing. I'm part-siren, so my voice sometimes literally floors people. I'm that good. Cool, huh?
Everyone seems to be afraid of me because Daddy is so powerful, but I'm really a nice person. After all, everyone has fits of temper, right? I just happen to Crucio people in mine. Daddy says it keeps the minions on their toes, so I guess it's not so bad. I also run a small votive candle business on the side (why let all the skulls of those Muggles that Daddy kills go to waste?) and am seeking my one true love. But you'll hear more about him later.
"Lady Move Slut or Vend?" inquired an attractive blonde minion, pulling me out of my reverie. He wasn't as attractive as me, of course, but you can't blame someone for lacking veela blood. Actually, on second thought, scratch that. You can. And I will.
"Yes?" I trilled mellifluously.
No answer. Drat, I do have to watch that siren voice. Well, only one solution to that.
"Crucio," I incanted. That always wakes them right up.
"Milady," rasped the minion when I stopped. Ok, so maybe I held it a bit too long. But you can't blame a girl for trying to have a bit of fun.
"Yes, Narcissa?" I asked patiently.
"Lucius, milady."
"Oh dear, has he been chasing after your halfblood niece again?"
"I don't--"
"Of course you don't," I interrupted. "Lucius does." And with that I emitted a bell-like laugh. Drat, knocked out again.
"Crucio," I incanted with a small sigh. This was getting awfully old.
"I am Lucius," he rasped huffily, pulling himself to his full height.
"Ah. Perhaps you should start wearing labels? I do seem to mix up the two of you quite often. I believe that's three times today already."
With that, I bestowed a radiant, beatific smile on him and left. I so enjoy solving problems. I sometimes think it's my true calling, until I remember my many other talents. It at least gives me something to do while I'm in our lair. There are only so many ways to kill Muggles, after all, and Daddy gets angry if I drain too many minions of their blood.
Still in the lair. And still bored. The Albanian forest beats the hell out of the lair any day, even if it doesn't have central heating. At least I can paste hearts in my diary. I cut them out of human skin and color them with my favorite pink ink with silver sparkles that match my hair. And then I write my one true love's name. Daddy thinks it's rubbish, but I believe in the power of love. But before I tell you anymore, I'm off to kill Grindelwald, who stole my one true love. Watch for my adventures in the next chapter!