Hello everyone!!! I haven't written anything for ages and I am now having
another go at a serious fic. I'm not exactly sure how it goes.. But you'll
find out while I write it!!
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"So your friends have deserted you and left you here with a Death Eater, how kind are they?"
"Very."
"It's going to be good fun for me to torture you, little brat. It's not often that one gets the chance to maim children."
"I'm not a child, or has that escaped notice; and if you think you're going to torture me, well you've another thing coming."
"Really. Well.I'd like to see that one. There's no one who can resist the Dark Lord's followers, even that old fool Dumbledore, let alone you sorry bunch of kids."
"Sorry bunch of kids. Don't underestimate me."
"Oh I won't, believe me; and when you return to school in several thousand pieces, do be sure to tell your delightful headmaster that his resistance cannot win. We killed Harry Potter years ago, I don't see why you didn't just give up then."
"Some people don't give up. Voldemort doesn't scare me."
"Really. Well, your resistances' wonder-boy saviour died years ago, along with his freak wife."
"Freak wife? Really, more freak than you?"
"Yes, she was a bigger freak than even me; one of those 'Witches of the Three'. Thankfully for us, they're all dead. Except the Potter child; and where that unnatural little freak is no one knows. I hope the brat died."
"Really?"
"That brat was your resistances' only chance of help. The child of Harry Potter and the last surviving 'Witch of the Three', some power it would have had. But thanks to my master, that brat no longer exists."
"You sure, I mean things can be deceiving."
"My master is always sure."
"Talking about your master, I see he didn't have the guts to face a 'bunch of kids' himself!"
"My master so wished to see you and your little pals himself, but he was.. previously occupied."
"Oh shame. I see Voldemort sent his henchman to fight for him did he? So,..brave of him."
The girl gripped her wand and stared intently at the Death Eater in front of her. She looked about 15, and was fairly tall. Her long brown hair was draped over her shoulders, and her brilliant green eyes were alight with an intense emerald flame.
Facing her, was a man dressed in black, with short blonde hair. He sneered at her, then smiled slightly.
"I'm not sure I'm liking the term 'henchman', freak child."
"I'm not sure I'm liking the term 'freak child'," she replied.
"Why don't you... call me Malfoy," he said, "Draco Malfoy."
"Well..in that case why don't you call me Flick, Flick Potter."
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And...see if you can guess where that's going.
Witches of the three are a little invention of mine, you'll find out more in later chapters.
This is basically about Flick Potter, who if you haven't already guessed...is Harry Potter's daughter!!
Yeah. anyway. please review me!!! OR ELSE!!!
Luv ya all
Anya
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"So your friends have deserted you and left you here with a Death Eater, how kind are they?"
"Very."
"It's going to be good fun for me to torture you, little brat. It's not often that one gets the chance to maim children."
"I'm not a child, or has that escaped notice; and if you think you're going to torture me, well you've another thing coming."
"Really. Well.I'd like to see that one. There's no one who can resist the Dark Lord's followers, even that old fool Dumbledore, let alone you sorry bunch of kids."
"Sorry bunch of kids. Don't underestimate me."
"Oh I won't, believe me; and when you return to school in several thousand pieces, do be sure to tell your delightful headmaster that his resistance cannot win. We killed Harry Potter years ago, I don't see why you didn't just give up then."
"Some people don't give up. Voldemort doesn't scare me."
"Really. Well, your resistances' wonder-boy saviour died years ago, along with his freak wife."
"Freak wife? Really, more freak than you?"
"Yes, she was a bigger freak than even me; one of those 'Witches of the Three'. Thankfully for us, they're all dead. Except the Potter child; and where that unnatural little freak is no one knows. I hope the brat died."
"Really?"
"That brat was your resistances' only chance of help. The child of Harry Potter and the last surviving 'Witch of the Three', some power it would have had. But thanks to my master, that brat no longer exists."
"You sure, I mean things can be deceiving."
"My master is always sure."
"Talking about your master, I see he didn't have the guts to face a 'bunch of kids' himself!"
"My master so wished to see you and your little pals himself, but he was.. previously occupied."
"Oh shame. I see Voldemort sent his henchman to fight for him did he? So,..brave of him."
The girl gripped her wand and stared intently at the Death Eater in front of her. She looked about 15, and was fairly tall. Her long brown hair was draped over her shoulders, and her brilliant green eyes were alight with an intense emerald flame.
Facing her, was a man dressed in black, with short blonde hair. He sneered at her, then smiled slightly.
"I'm not sure I'm liking the term 'henchman', freak child."
"I'm not sure I'm liking the term 'freak child'," she replied.
"Why don't you... call me Malfoy," he said, "Draco Malfoy."
"Well..in that case why don't you call me Flick, Flick Potter."
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And...see if you can guess where that's going.
Witches of the three are a little invention of mine, you'll find out more in later chapters.
This is basically about Flick Potter, who if you haven't already guessed...is Harry Potter's daughter!!
Yeah. anyway. please review me!!! OR ELSE!!!
Luv ya all
Anya