Daughter of the Dark
Disclaimer: I only own Serena and the plot!
Summary: Serena Lestrange's whole life was a secret – even to herself. But when she is sent on her first mission, the truth comes out. And her future becomes painfully clear as she falls in love… (6th year)
Chapter One
"She could be one of the most powerful witches to ever live!" spoke the harsh voice of Bellatrix Black to her master, Lord Voldemort.
"She should but I have a feeling that she will hinder us! Maybe even destroy us! We should rid ourselves of her while we still can!"
"But, my Lord, think about the blood that runs in her veins! All the darkness, the evil and the hatred which belongs to us! She is a daughter of the darkness! Your only child! The child of the Dark Lord and Bellatrix Black! A Slytherin all the way!"
"Bella! If you so deeply believe that she could benefit our cause, then I grant you at least one more year. If at the end of this year you still feel that she could help, then I may allow her to live. If not, the child dies…" hissed Voldemort.
"Yes, my Lord…"
Serena Lestrange tossed and turned in her sleep. She had lately been haunted by nightmares. Most of them included the Dark Lord Voldemort, a wizard who her mother followed. Her mother was Bellatrix Lestrange, a Death Eater, and a follower of the Dark Lord. Well, her mother by birth that was. As a matter of fact, Serena didn't really remember her mother or her father. She just remembered that they had never been there for her. Ever since Serena was about one, her parents had both been in Azkaban, the wizard prison. Only one person had ever escaped from Azkaban—Sirius Black, Bellatrix's cousin. It was only a matter of time before her mother broke out.
Serena had one photograph of Bellatrix Lestrange. It showed a woman with thick, shining dark hair and heavily hooded eyes and an evil grin plastered on her face. Serena didn't like the face of this woman who was supposed to be her mother. As a matter of fact, Serena only resembled Bellatrix in one way. Serena had the same thick black hair as her mother, but the resemblance ended there.
Serena had green eyes, a tall, slim figure and long, thin fingers. She didn't look very normal, but what was to be expected of the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange? Certainly not normality. Not that Serena minded looking odd, but it was well, strange. Most girls her age didn't look a thing like her. They were all much shorter than she was; majority had blue or brown eyes and blonde or brown hair which was straight and smaller, shorter fingers than her own. Not that Serena cared how she looked compared to the other girls. She liked being different.
"Serena Lestrange! Get your ass downstairs! Now!" came a voice while the person was banging on her door.
Serena sighed and went to her closet. She pulled out her everyday clothes, which were black flare jeans, black boots with a three-inch chunky heel, a black shirt, and a plain black work robe. Serena also slid her wand inside the sleeve of her robe. Then she ran a brush through her black hair and tied it back into a ponytail before exiting her room.
The rest of the house was as dark and depressing as her room. The main color was black, with some green and silver. It was definitely a house belonging to a dark Slytherin witch or wizard. But that wasn't a surprise seeing how it was a Death Eater's house. A Death Eater had raised Serena in her parents' absence. And she had been raised according to their wishes.
Serena went down a dark narrow stone stairwell to a black kitchen. From there, she opened a door and descended down another stone stairwell, narrower and darker than the previous one. Finally she reached the main bottom level of the house. And she saw the Death Eater in charge of her.
A rather odd looking man dressed in black robes with a hooked nose and long, greasy hair was standing in front of a cauldron, waiting for her. It was Severus Snape.
"So, what the hell are we doing today?" snapped Serena.
"Mind your tongue, Lestrange."
"Whatever. Today's lesson is?"
"It's going to be manners soon unless you start showing some respect."
"Respect? For you? That's a laugh, coming from a Death Eater. Since when is respect shown to a Death Eater or anyone else like you?"
"Today's lesson will be about occulumency," Snape said, ignoring Serena's mouth.
"Which is?" Serena asked, acting dumb.
"Don't play smart with me, Miss Lestrange. Occulumency is when someone enters your mind—"
"So it's mind-reading?"
"A mind is not a book, it is not meant to be opened and closed and read according to someone's will, Miss Lestrange. A mind is more complex than that. Or at least, most minds are…" said Snape bitterly as he glared in Serena's direction. Serena glared right back. "And I will be trying it on you, seeing if you can repel me from entering your mind."
"Not a problem."
"We'll see. I… 2… 3…!"
Snape broke through her mental barrier and into her mind. Images came at her from everywhere. Images that she didn't even know existed.
"Let her live! She'll change this war for sure! Besides, how could it hurt? The darkness in her will definitely make her a tool to be used for our side. Plus she'll be the same age as the Potter and Longbottom brats incase need should ever arise that we need to destroy one of them," said Bellatrix.
"She may live," came the high, cold voice that she knew as Lord Voldemort's.
"Thank you, my Lord…"
"IT HAS BEGUN…
THE SECOND WAR HAS ARRIVED…
THE GREAT BATTLE OF OUR TIME…
TWO PEOPLE WILL CHANGE THE COURSE OF THE WAR…
FOR GOOD OR EVIL CAN NOT YET BE TOLD…
ONE IS THE DAUGHTER OF THE DARK…
THE OTHER IS THE DARK LORD'S EQUAL…
THINGS ARE IN MOTION WHICH CAN'T BE UNDONE…
IT HAS BEGUN…"
"This War will not end in your favor, Serena, so just give it up already!" said Bellatrix, angered.
"She shows little to no promise for our side, Master. You should have destroyed her years ago," spoke Snape to a figure in all black.
"I would have but Bellatrix thinks that the little brat will help us out, even if it is against her will," hissed the cold, high voice.
"I had hoped it would be in her to work for you my Lord."
"But she has proven that wrong, hasn't she?"
"Yes."
"Then it will be against her will because I will not have my child working for the forces of good! She'll never work with Dumbledore and Potter. Not if I can help it!"
"Yes, sir."
Suddenly the flow ended as Serena broke the spell's hold. She glared at Snape. Then she turned and ran from the room, heading for her bedroom.
Author's Notes:
Serena is one angry and confused child. If she seems to act strange, just think about who raised her. Next chapter should be up in another day or two.