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Voldemort sat in his current headquarters, staring into the fire, which provided no warmth for the room, only a dull orange glow. He was deep in thought, and was holding his forehead in his right hand to prove it. He had destroyed Dumbledore but Harry Potter still remained. The boy was more of a threat to his power than he cared to admit. Not only a threat to his plan to seize hold of the wizarding world, but a threat to Slytherin's lineage. He was the last living ancestor of Salazar Slytherin, and if the Potter brat managed to kill him, it would be the end of the Slytherin line. He was no longer confidant that the Horcruxes would suffice to keep him safe.
"Dolohov! Malfoy!" He hissed. It didn't take long for his servants to answer his call. They swept into the room, adorned in their dark cloaks.
"What is it that you wish my Lord?" asked Dolohov, staring respectfully at the stone floor of Voldemort's makeshift throne room.
"I have an important task for the two of you." He said with a small, malicious smile. "As the last surviving heir of Slytherin, it is my duty to continue the noble blood line. I entrust the two of you to find me a suitable companion, worthy of the honor of carrying the continuation of Slytherin's line in her womb."
Malfoy had to resist the urge to chuckle. "And what would you require in such a woman my Lord?" he asked boldly, both him and Dolohov getting off of their knees.
Voldemort simply grinned at his most faithful Death Eater. "I am a man Lucius. I have my standards." This time Malfoy did chuckle, sensing his master's temporary amicable disposition. "And what is it that you wish us to find for you my Lord?"
Voldemort got off of his thrown and paced slightly, considering what he wanted in the woman who would carry his child. "She must be pure of blood, of course. The mother of the next heir of Slytherin can't have dirty blood… Intelligence is a must. I must talk to her at some point and I don't want it to be about the latest Twisted Sisters album." Malfoy and Dolohov nodded in agreement. "Young would be best. Preferably between 18 and 23, peak fertility years… And beautiful. I can't conceive a child with a woman I find unattractive." Malfoy was a little disturbed by how young he wanted this woman to be, but dared not say anything.
"And an avid supporter of you My Lord, of course" Dolohov added. Voldemort took a moment to consider this. "No… not necessarily. That would greatly limit your search, don't you think? And besides, she can be swayed to our side if need be."
Dolohov and Malfoy bowed to their master and left to begin their search.
Scene Change :)
Harper Grey sat in the gardens of her family's massive estate. She couldn't stand being inside the cold, unfeeling house with her father and step-mom #5. She wasn't a huge fan of the forced affection that her most recent stepmom showered her with. She almost preferred her previous stepmothers' strategies. Ignore the daughter and hold on to the father for as long as possible.
She sighed and went back outside, the oppressive heat and humidity of the English summer afternoon was too much to bear. "Harper darling, we have dinner guests tonight. Be a dear and wear that lovely blue dress I got you last Christmas. It suits you." Harper looked at her stepmother, Beatrice, her father's flavor of the month.
"The blue dress? Must be someone we're trying to impress." Harper said bitterly, throwing Beatrice a dismissive look. She only smiled back and nodded. "It's the Malfoys. They've always been good friends of your father's." Excitement practically seeped from her pours as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and compulsively started primping.
Harper shuddered, remembering the last time she had seen the Malfoys. If she remembered correctly, their son (she was pretty sure his name was Draco) had put mud in her hair. She doubted that he had changed much; once you've gone down the mud-throwing road, there was no turning back.
Beatrice continued to urge Harper to start getting ready. Harper only sighed and made her way up the overdramatic staircase and walked sulkily down the corridor until she made it to her room. After walking in and shutting the door behind her, she walked over to her vanity. She gave herself a once over, starting at her curly brunette hair, to her hazely-green eyes, and down as far as she could see in the mirror.
She sighed and got straight to work, working her hair into a French twist and lightly applying make-up. Once she was pleased with her handiwork, she made her way over to her closet, pulling out the dress that Beatrice insisted that she wear. She sighed and pulled it over her head. She looked at herself in the full length mirror on the back of her closet door and instantly felt uncomfortable. Yes it looked good on her, and it definitely wasn't hooker-esque, but it revealed more than Harper would have liked. The hem only came half way down her thigh, showing a more than healthy amount of leg, and the v-neck gave a hint of the cleavage that the rest of the dress was hiding. She felt inappropriately provocative.
She needed to take a deep breath and get over it though, because one of their many house elves had come into her room. "The Master calls for you miss. His guests are here" Harper smiled and patted the little house elf's head before she made her way down the staircase and into the Entrance Hall where her father and Beatrice were greeting the three Malfoys.
There was Mr. Malfoy, looking as clean-cut and debonair as she remembered him. He also had kept the arrogant smirk that she remembered, which was less appealing to her. Mrs. Malfoy looked well groomed and beautiful as always; she was appraising my new stepmother, whom she had not yet met. And then there was Draco, the only Malfoy who was paying attention to her so far. He looked very much like his father with his almost white-blonde hair and grey eyes, that were currently giving Harper a once-over.
Harper just rolled her eyes and waited to be recognized by the parents. Much to her surprise, it was Mr. Malfoy who first addressed her. "This can't be little Harper!" He said fondly, stepping closer to her and appraising her. "Last time I saw you… well you were a toddler" He was absolutely beaming at her, which was a little unsettling for Harper.
"Yes… and had mud in my hair" she said dryly, throwing a glare Draco's way. She thought her father might strangle her but Mr. Malfoy boomed with laughter. "You never forget, do you?" he commented with a twinkle in his eye. Harper was deeply unsettled by Mr. Malfoy's kindness. Of course, she loved the attention. She wasn't used to such kind treatment from… well from anybody. Mr. Malfoy just didn't seem like the kind of man who was typically this friendly.
"And how old are you Harper? It's been years! You must be… 17? 18?" He questioned, looking at her intently. "19." Harper corrected uncertainly. Mr. Malfoy seemed to enjoy this piece of information very much. "Of course of course… a year younger than Draco, how could I forget?"
Lucius took Harper by the hand and led her into the dining room which Mr. Grey had directed them towards seconds before. "So tell me Harper, where has your father been hiding you? I never see you at any of his numerous functions and parties." He pulls out her chair for her and slides her in closer to the table before taking his own seat.
Harper knew exactly which functions Mr. Malfoy was referring to. Her father liked to pal around with pure blood fanatics and Voldemort supporters. She appreciated her kindness but she needed to be up front with him. "My father and I don't run with the same circle of people" she said tactfully. Her father, however, did not possess the same tact. He snorted and rolled his eyes. "That's her way of saying she's fallen in with the blood traitors and mudbloods. We never should have sent her to that boarding school, filled her head with all kinds of junk." Harper just rolled her eyes.
The rest of the dinner was filled with forced small talk and cordial smiles. When the dinner was over and the Malfoy's went to leave, it was discovered that it was absolutely pouring. It would be impossible for the Malfoy's to leave, by magical means or otherwise. "Well" Said Beatrice in her overly cheery voice. "I suppose you'll just have to spend the night!" She seemed overjoyed…. No one else felt quite the same way.