The Darkest Heir
Hello and welcome to my second fanfiction. This one is sure to be more promising than the last! It's around the same basic idea, a girl born to darkness but with pure intentions. She is the daughter of the Dark Lord Voldemort himself. An unwanted child, but who slowly grows to become the rightful heir to Voldemort's reign. What will happen when she first enters Hogwarts under a fake name? When her father looses power completely, then regains it? And finally, what side will she ultimately choose? The only way to know is to read on….
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did I probably wouldn't be writing a fan fiction about it.
Like many others it was a dark and stormy night when it began….
"Sire, she is here." The dark and cold voice rang throughout the empty house.
"Bring her to me." His voice was cold and powerful, cruel but delicate at the same time. A young women was dragged into the room by two husky looking men. She was not very old at all, only about the age of 20 or so, with long red hair and a dirty face. It was clear from her pained expression and the odd angle of her leg that it was broken.
"Thank you Crabbe…Goyle…" He spoke again as he walked slowly towards the girl still held captive. Then the Dark Lord sighed,
"What are you doing here, Elizabeth? My decision to let you live was based on only one condition that you have just broken…to never seek me nor talk to me again."
The women looked directly into his snake-like emerald eyes. "I did not come here on a light note." Elizabeth's voice was shallow but without a trace of fear. "Do you really think I like to come back to you? To have to relive those moments when we were both at Hogwarts together? To relive the largest mistake I've ever made?"
Upon hearing this the Dark Lord grimaced and glared upon her with pure disgust. "Believe me when I say this Elizabeth….loving you was the biggest and only mistake I have ever made either."
Elizabeth choked and looked down. "I shouldn't have come here…but Tom, listen-"
"DON'T EVER CALL ME THAT!" He roared as some of the Death Eaters around him hissed softly. "I abandoned that name the same night I abandoned you and that stupid mortal weakness they call love! Now I suggest that you spit out what you are trying to say quickly before I kill you."
Elizabeth let one tear role down her cheek and looked up into his eyes one last time. "It's a child. I'm going to have a child. Yours."
He never forgot those words. The last words he would ever hear Elizabeth speak and the silence that followed. The Dark Lord was about to instruct one of his Death Eaters to kill her right then and there, but something stopped him that fateful night. He hated the thought that there would be something to remind him of the love he had once felt for that silly mortal Elizabeth, but still….he needed an heir. Maybe this was the answer. He certainty didn't want Elizabeth but perhaps keeping her child would prove useful. He didn't have to love her…just raise her.
"Take her to the chambers. Lock her up. She has violated the terms on which I would spare her life." He said forcefully. Elizabeth's eyes widened in fear and regret. "But…just wait until the child is born…then do as I instructed." He walked away without another look into her eyes nor at her face which now held a grim but satisfied expression.
He didn't know it that night, but fate was falling into place. By allowing his child heir to live he had sealed his own fate.
11 Years Later….
A young girl was laying in the middle of a beautiful green meadow. She gazed at the sky and shielded her emerald green eyes from the blazing hot sun. She rolled over and sighed while inhaling the sweet spell of the grass.
This was Ruby. Like her father, she went by her first name and her first name only. As far as she knew she didn't even have a last name. It's not like there was a birth certificate to refer to, because hardly anyone in the world knew she even existed.
However her first name was chosen specifically for her by her father. She was named Ruby after a beautiful, blood-red gemstone, which coincidentally, matched the color of her long hair.
"Ruby!" A voice called out through the meadow. She sat up and looked around for the voice. "Ruby!" They called out again.
"Yes?" She called out in a shy voice. She then saw the man calling her name. He was tall and had a dark cloak draped around him. But they all did. "You're father wishes to have a word with you."
Ruby's heart leapt in joy. A talk with her father! It was very rare for Ruby to even see her father more than once a month. She had been raised well, but never with as much affection from her father as she needed. Every once and a while when she was feeling particularly lonely she thought of her mother. But of course that was silly. She had been told that her mother had died in a muggle accident when she was only one.
After taking this all in she followed the man in the black cloak back into the house. The house itself was old and pretty much falling apart. Wood and boards stuck up at all angles and finding snakes living in the interior was not uncommon. But it was where she had lived all her life. She didn't know there was anything better because she had never experienced anything but this life.
Speaking of her life, which was filled by the teachings of her father's many helpers. Ruby didn't mind being raised by her father's supporters though. She knew her father was a very busy man with a very important job. And his job was to rid the wizarding world of people who did not share the pure wizarding blood.
She didn't really know much about her father. She knew he was an extremely strong wizard and was once very good-looking. She had seen old pictures. But one night something had happened…he had gotten in a fight, she was told. He had been trying to just do his job, getting rid of those unworthy to even have wizarding ability.
It was said that small infant had ripped away all her father's power and he was barely able to stand any longer. But he was still very much alive. She knew most people thought her father had died that night when a spell of his backfired, but she knew differently. Yes, her father was very much alive. Very weak, in fact she wasn't allowed to see him. When he spoke to her he always hid himself with a cloak….but she was alive.
Ruby shook her head trying to clear her thoughts so she could think. She wondered why her father wanted to speak with her. "Lucious?" she turned to the tall man in the cloak. "Why does my father want to see me all of a sudden?"
Lucious Malfoy turned to face the young girl and tightened his lips. "I haven't the slightest idea." He said dryly.
They had just finished climbing the high staircase that led to a single door in the middle of the hallway. Lucious stopped walking and nodded towards the door, signaling that Ruby should continue on alone.
She took a deep breath and pushed open the door that lead to her father's study and bedroom. In fact, he hardly ever left this room…except on 'business' of course.
"Dad?" Ruby asked softly into the dark, completely unlit room. The room was large, but almost completely empty. It held only a small bed that was rarely even used and a large chair facing the window opposite the door. In the chair sat a man. That is, if you use the term 'man' loosely.
As I said before, Ruby was forbidden to view her father. She didn't know what he looked like or what he was hiding…since the accident. She hadn't seen his face or any part of him for that matter, because he spoke to her with his back turned, facing the window, and a long black cloak pulled over his head.
"Ruby…come in, my child." A low, hoarse voice whispered.
Ruby stepped inside and closed the door behind her. "What is it, father?" She asked quietly, while looking around the room, because it seemed awkward to speak to the back of his head.
"I have something for you." He said. With his wand he levitated a small piece of paper directly into Ruby's hands. It was a letter.
Ruby turned and looked it over.
On the back it was addressed to:
Miss Ruby, Dawson
13 Anaconda Blvd.
The Old Creaky House with the Snakes
"What is this?" Ruby asked curiously. She turned to see who it was from. "What is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? And why does it say my last name is Dawson?"
Ruby didn't know it, but there was a dark knowing smile playing across her father's lips.
"Dawson was your mother's maiden name. But as for what is Hogwarts…well, you'll find out soon enough."
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