Tendencies of the Traitorous Heart~ Ch.1 The Journey Begins
Hello! This is my first fanfic, so be fair in your reviews! I welcome flames but only constructive flames! This chapter allows you to come to understand the characters and I don't own any of the characters or places known in Harry Potter. I only own my characters Gisela Gringles and Nicole Riddle. Hope you enjoy the first chapter!
* The first six chapters or so will be the background or the history of how Nicole gets to Hogswarts and the life Harry Potter leads so read on and enjoy and make sure to REVIEW!!!!!
Summary of the story~ Nicole Riddle has lived a live of evil and cruelty but then she is finally allowed to escape the darkness but the only problem is that to stay out of the darkness she must follow her father's plans or die. And this plan contains Harry Potter who might be the key to open Nicole's guarded and hidden heart but will Harry want to? Read and find out if love can conquer all or if the darkness will always succeed in its plans of destruction!
In the dark and desolate woods of St. Ives in England, Nicole Riddle sat at the window seat of her small containing bedroom on the second floor of the 4 bedroom townhouse. This enchanted house created an illusion to the naked eye, making the house portray itself just like the rest of the background. In which to all, both muggles and magical beings alike, was nothing but a black void that was never touched by light or the wonderful life of the world. While on her bare and uncomfortable seat, she pondered if maybe in a past life she had been an evil entity, who had destroyed many helpless lives. Therefore the maker of all decided that she deserved to go through hell, just like her supposed victims had been through. Not that she ever felt pity for herself anymore, any emotion had been brutally sucked from her existence at the tender age of 7, now any thought that went through her conscience was never tainted by those traitorous subliminal tendencies, as her father eloquently put it. Her thoughts were only governed by scientific and academic deductions. The view out of her hole in the wall gave any spectator a first eye view of darkness, twisting and overlapping itself in a display of pure malevolence and evil, but to Nicole it was the scenery that she had been staring at for her entire 15 ½ years of living. In her personal opinion her 2 by 2 feet window was the only outlet to the world beyond her desolate and grueling existence that would ever be, so, she would protect its essence and purpose with her dying breath.
Nicole understood to others this seemed a bit drastic and to one who had tasted the forbidden fruit of light and life it would be, but to one who only ever consumed the bitter poison of darkness understood to the empth degree. ~Oh well at least this summer I might actually get to go into the light...feel its warmth. If father follows through. ~ Just then Liguawana, the house elf, bounded into the room, distracting Nicole from her thoughts.
"Good mornin' mistress. Did you sleep good? Oh sorry mistress, Liguawana so stupid, you never sleep well. All those dreams!" Liguawana's monologue floated past Nicole's ears while Liguawana was making the bed.
"More like nightmares" mumbled Nicole under her breath. "What?" Liguawana asked when not answered, she continued her monologue, "Your father told Liguawana to have mistress ready by 8:00 tonight. He wants to talk to you!"
~I wonder what he wants. Probably to tell me that the summer has been canceled and that more training needs to be acquired by the dark lord's offspring. Ha! Like that blighter of an heir knows a damn about anything and he is supposed to know more than me!~ Nicole thought, while she watched Liguawana close the door and again insert the magical charm that deterred her from ever leaving the room. Without the special password that changed every time her father visited, she was eternally condemned to the prison she now resided in. ~Does he truthfully expect me to ever try to leave after the last time I tried to escape?~ Nicole contemplated, shuddering with the hazy memories.
~The summer of Nicole's 7th birthday~
~I can escape, mommy told me I could, she said run and I will be safe.~ the young Nicole repeated to herself as she ran away from the townhouse trying to give herself courage as she kept tripping over logs and falling into holes in the dark abyss. She could hear her father's furious roars in the background, ordering them to find her alive so that he would have the pleasure of killing her. ~Oh, what have I done! No, mommy promised I would be safe if I kept on running. She loves me! She would never lie to me~ Nicole's young mind wailed. Unfortunately, Nicole's young mother Natasha Chesoquv, a Russian witch, was quite mentally deranged. Hence, she told her daughter to run, all in the name of having the cruel satisfaction of seeing the core of all her problems brutally murdered, finally allowing her to die.
Natasha had lived the life of luxury her whole existence, but then that fateful day came to pass where her father had given her over to the dark lord as a wife. Thus, enabling the advancement of his own ranking in the inner circles of the dark master's society. Her life as she knew it, had changed, she was the wife of a monster, the Russian belle, was reduced to the ultimate evil's slave.
So she acquiesced to all of his wishes in the hope that he wouldn't torture her, because even though she was a witch, she was very weak when it came to magic. Natasha's real strength was her beauty, with her cornflower blond hair that ran down to her waist and her huge light blue eyes that all men felt as if they drowned into. Also, her hourglass figure gave her the image of the perfect Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love. After only four months of marriage, Natasha had tried suicide seven times, without luck. Then the worst thing that could ever happened, did in fact happen, Natasha became pregnant. Now, many thought this could not be so because the dark lord was more wraith than human, so, they concluded it wasn't his own. The dark lord, however, knew it was his and was filled with glee, the only glee any true disciple of evil could be filed with, malicious.
During the whole pregnancy Natasha had to be restrained to the bed, both by magic and physical powers unknown to the common realm. The overwhelming shadow of threat that loomed within Natasha's mind was a constant reminder of the burden the child was proving to be. She could die. To the evil master's great satisfaction, both mother and child survived the birthing but when the unfortunate slave relayed the sex of the child, the master's eyes filled with rage that none had ever seen. It was a girl! The rage of the child's sex in the master's eyes soon turned to cold calculation and then to triumph, but the slave never got to the master's change for he had already been killed for relaying the sex.
~Even though, I only married that troll of a witch was for a male heir, a female fits perfectly to my plans. Even though I will love to torture that harpy woman by calling her daughter Nicole, her mother's name, just to remind of what she has lost. Also, she will not be able to kill herself until I give permission and that won't be until that child becomes attached to her pitiful mother! ~ The dark lord wickedly conjured in his dark and twisted mind.
Therefore, for the last seven years of Nicole life had been filled with occasional visits by her dark father in the townhouse and the daily visits to her mother's room in which could either be the most wonderful time in the precious child's day or the most hurtful depending on Natasha's state of mind and mood was. That morning Natasha's mind and mood was filled with both cold calculation and cruel glee that finally she would be able to escape her horrendous prison called life. Natasha's mind had left her in the second year of Nicole's life, not that the lose improved or altered Natasha's point of view or feelings of Nicole; she hated her daughter with every fiber of her being. She was the reason that thing ever married her in the first place to get an heir, fortunately after having Nicole, Natasha was never able to conceive again so he had left her alone. Now though, he wanted me to live for another just to make sure Nicole was attached enough to her mother. Natasha shuddered while thinking herself the mother of that devil spawn! ~No a year was too long! I will die now! And I know just the way~
That one thought started the ongoing struggle of Nicole's running as fast as her little sickly legs could take her but that was not fast enough. Far before she could even gather enough breath to continue and then to scream she was being carted off towards the townhouse by a hooded minion of her father's.
"Here she is my lord!" the minion stated as he bowed in front of her father.
"Good take her inside and bring down my wife also. I will receive them in the parlor!" the menacing voice of her father's declared.
~The present~
Nicole's whole body shivered at the thought of the horrific events that occurred in that parlor even though she couldn't remember exactly what happened, in the recesses of her mind though it was buried in every excruciating detail. The one detail she did recollect though was that Voldermont killed her mother. Even though when she was conscious, Nicole couldn't deal with the horror, in slumber her mind tried to understand these traumatic events and as a result Nicole's devastating nightmares happened. Nicole was lucky in the aspect that she could not remember the nightmare once she woke up. Her nightmares although did not help her feel any better about life, they just made it worse, for she was never able to sleep a good night's sleep. As Nicole was deciding what her attitude to her father must be, Luguawana decided to show up with the one luxury in all of Nicole's life, her muggle magazine. Teen Life was her one savior, her only true door to the outside world that wasn't encased in the peripheral view of her bedroom window. Luguawana proceeded up to Nicole and gave her the magazine and again left Nicole to her own devices.
Opening the first page, Nicole was again struck by how much different her physical appearance differed with the muggles in the magazine. As she stared at the woman with the perfect face and body, Nicole couldn't help but think about how much she lacked in compare. Her skin was the shade of an almost transparent white not the creamy brown which she thought people called a tan.
~But one can only get a tan if one is in the sun! ~ Nicole thought flippantly. Even though she had never been in the sun in truth, Nicole would always daydream about how it must feel-warm and comforting, and how it must look- a great ball of fire with the coloration of yellows, reds and gold.
~ God what I would give just to feel the sun's warmth on my skin.~ Continuing on her analysis of how much she was lacking she could not but compare her sickly body shape compared to the womanly curves of the goddess on the page. Even though Nicole never thought it would be possible for her to look anything like the woman on the page, she was actually a very beautiful young woman. With her shoulder length, wavy brown hair and greenish -blue eyes, she could have rivaled her mother with some sun, exercise and better nutrition. Needless to say in her predicament it never looked like she was ever going to get the chance of being a beauty.
"Nicole, I never thought you actually would degrade yourself to actually reading a muggle magazine!" came the withery and slimy greeting from her doorway. Quickly looking up from her magazine, she was always amazed by the pure evil that radiated from her father with his pasty white skin that was pure freezing to the touch and his evil and hypnotic red, glowing eyes.
"Voldermont, what do I owe the great pleasure of your company!" Nicole cold and sarcastic voice floated back to her father in its sultry and timbre natural tone.
"You know you never cease to amaze with your lack of fear for me, even the greatest tremble at the mere mention of my name!" was Voldermont's amused reply.
"Humph we both know that I have felt no emotion since my seventh year and also you seem to always seem to forget that I have been tortured by you since I was born so that really dwindles the fear factor!" Nicole replied in a non-chalant tone.
"Yes I will give you credit, if you were a man, you would be my perfect heir with your high pain tolerance and no care attitude!" Voldermont mused.
"But we both know that even you the great and powerful Voldermont couldn't change the sex I was born with even though I could have surgery you never liked making something it wasn't!" Nicole pushed.
"DO NOT ANGER ME!" Voldermont bellowed that the whole townhouse shook. Nicole though didn't even flinch,
"So again why are you here?"
"Impatient aren't we. Well I have decided that you will be leaving this house tomorrow and will be transferred to one of my subordinate's home on the Mediterranean. So be packed." Voldermont replied still fascinated by how even he could not read any emotions of his daughter while she had in place her cool facade. Nicole on the other hand, even as her cold façade was in place, was on the inside jumping with happiness to be finally able to leave this cold dungeon that she had lived her life in. Now she was leaving!!!
"Why?" Nicole asked puzzled by Voldermont's plan that constituted of her having to leave his made up prison.
"In due time, you will know your place in my plans until then don't ask any questions. For the next 4 months you will work on becoming that woman in the picture, you will strive to be beautiful to most men's eyes. If you accomplish this then we will continue with the plan, if you can't perform this meager feat then I will torture you till you beg for death and then I will have the immense pleasure of killing you. Do we understand each other?" Voldermont asked in a menacing whisper.
"Yes we do" Nicole replied non-pulsed by Voldermont's threat. Nothing could dampen her spirits! She was going to be free! She was going to feel the sun! She was going to see LIFE! Even if that meant dying in the end, it was all worth it!
~Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry- December of the 5th Year~
"Hermione, must you always study? I mean bloody hell; the OWLS aren't till next year!" Ron Weasley wailed at one of his best friends and his girlfriend of the last 6 months.
~Well if she won't leave to go with Harry and me to Hogsmeade to have fun then I will just have to bring someone else. Maybe Lavender! ~ Ron mischievously thought.
"Oh, Ronie!" Lavender wailed from the entrance of the common room of the Gryffindor house. It was know to all that after Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley was one of the most attractive blokes at Hogwarts. With his lanky yet muscular frame of 6'2'', his wonderful carrot top head and warm chocolaty eyes, he was a terror to most girl's heart especially women that loved a sense of humor! Hence girls were chasing after him even if he did have a girlfriend!
~ Perfect timing Lavender! Let the games begin! ~ Ron chuckled to himself. Hearing Lavender's wail from the entrance calling for her boyfriend, Hermione Grainger's head whipped up at a record speed. Hermione, herself, was a catch for most boys with her slight 5'8 hourglass figure, open brown eyes that showed all of the emotions that ever went through her head, and her slightly fuzzy brown hair that fell to her middle back. Even though she wasn't the conventional beauty, her looks had a certain appeal all of their own. Most men though were scared off by how smart and cunning she was, her brains, however, never seemed to ever scare of Ron or Harry, annoy maybe, but never scare!
~What does that watering pot want with my boyfriend! ~ Hermione aggressively pondered.
"Oh Ronie, I heard that you were going to Hogsmeade and I was hoping since you were already heading that way then maybe I could come to keep Harry and you company! Since I do believe I would be funnier than a book!" Lavender sultry tones stated but at the end that held a malicious edge just for Hermione.
"Oh don't worry Lavender, Ron and Harry will be perfectly entertained by this book. Don't worry that little vacant head of yours for one more second; it might cause an extreme migraine! And if you ever call my boyfriend Ronie again I will love the pleasure of causing you that migraine!" Hermione cheerful voice floated into everyone ears of hearing distance but you would have to be deaf not to hear the underlying threat.
"Well I never! Humph!" Lavender replied red faced as she stomped up to the 5th year girls dormitories.
"That was bloody brilliant Hermione, did you see her face!" Ron wailed while rolling on the ground with laughter. Hermione, on the other hand, was anything but amused, she knew that Ron purposefully allowed Lavender to offer "her services" just so she would come with them to Hogsmeade.
~I was going to go anyway but no this idiot decides to again create a tiff between a girl and me! And this one is my roommate! OoooooHHH! ~ Hermione furiously decided.
"Ronald Weasley, if you ever use those under hand tactics again I swear you will be going through the rest of the year with no girlfriend and no best friend. Do we understand one another?" Hermione's clipped tones stated as they broke through Ron's laughing escapade.
"Hermione!!! It is not my fault if all the girls think that I am an smashing bloke! I mean you are going out with me. To myself that must mean that I am something!" Ron proudly replied.
"Ron did you ever think that maybe she was just going with you so she could be by Harry?" Hermione innocently asked knowing for well that Lavender wanted both.
"Well .... no!" Ron said while scratching the back of his deeply pondering this.
"Oh Ron sometimes you are so deeply gullible it is truly sad!" Hermione lovingly whispered while pulling Ron into a hug. Hermione was never truly able to stay mad at Ron or Harry for long especially since it wasn't Ron's fault that Lavender wanted him.
"That's why I have you; Hermione to make sure nobody tricks me!" Ron replied while tenderly dropping a kiss on Hermione's forehead.
"Oh would you two like a room or are we going to go to Hogsmeade?" Harry Potter nonchalantly asked while watching his two best friends affectionately hugging.
"Ya I wish Harry" was Ron's amused replied which was quickly followed by the grunt after Hermione had skillfully punched Ron in the gut.
"Well you will just have to wait until the next century Ronald Weasley because it is not going to happen!" Hermione called out while walking out of the common room to the staircase leading to the main entrance but not before forcefully swapping Harry on the head.
"Geez Hermione, you didn't have to hit me too!" Harry yelled out of the door.
"Thanks Harry, she had just stopped being mad at me for Lavender and now she is all in a tizzy because you had to go and say something stupid!" Ron stated while walking out of the door.
"Hey Ron, it isn't my fault you agreed!" Harry replied.
"Yah Harry you are right. I guess we will just have to make Hermione happy again!" Ron covertly whispered to Harry.
"Right" Harry promptly returned. Seeing as that two of the most attractive guys was out to make Hermione happy, by the day's end she should be jumping for joy. At reaching the bottom of the staircase, Ron could not help by notice the admiring glances that Harry and he were receiving from the female students.
"Harry watch out! It looks like Gisela Gringles is coming this way!" Ron hurriedly stated while picking up the speed.
~Oh no~ was all Harry could think before Gisela was in front of him. Gisela was a very beautiful young lady with red curly hair, green eyes and a lush figure, the only problem was she knew it and used it to her every advantage. Harry and Gisela had dated for two months in the beginning of the year and she never seemed to get the idea that it was over. Many girls couldn't blame her for her tenacity; most girls agreed they would do the same thing if they had ever gone out with the man who lived.
Nobody could call Harry a boy anymore with his pure muscular tan 6'0 body, lovely raven black hair, and hypnotic green eyes. Also it did help that he was known as a fantastic lover, unfortunately for the women, he only slept with the women he had some feelings for and Gisela was lucky enough to had been one of the number he had slept with. Even his glasses held a certain sex appeal to all the girls that ever laid eyes on Harry Potter!
"Hello Harry!" Gisela seductively greeted while placing her figure closer to Harry's.
"Hello Gisela! I'm sorry I can't stay long; I am on my way to Hogsmeade. So I will see you later!" Harry blurted while he hurriedly left through the front door heading to Hogsmeade. It was very rare for Harry ever to run from his problems but after telling Gisela thousands of times it was over and her still not getting, it would make any man run for the hills!
"Well I never!" Gisela indignantly stated while stomping her foot.
"Well maybe Gisela, you should really stop trying to chase Potter because all it shows is how desperate and mentally gone you really are!" a cold and hypnotic voice said from the shadows.
"You know Malfoy, hiding in the shadows really suits you then no one would have to see your hideous face!" Gisela angrily hissed towards the direction where Draco Malfoy was casually resting against a wall.
"Hahaha! Is that the best you can come up with, even Grainger is better at insults than you! Don't tell me that you are still sour that I wouldn't sleep with you! Everyone knows you are a slut and I was never one for leftovers! Even the infamous Potter found out how much of a hoar you actually are, he didn't dump until you cheated on him and then he dumped you on the spot!" Draco's casual drawl filtered through the air.
"I pale in comparison to your reputation Malfoy!" Gisela proudly declared.
"Well yes, you do! But then I was never as kinky in bed as you are!" Draco stated for all to hear.
"You bastard!" Gisela wailed while running towards the bathroom, pushing any girl she saw who was below her status on the floor.
"Gisela, sorry to disappoint you but my mother and father were married when they had me, so you are wrong!" Draco's amused voice followed Gisela all the way to the bathroom.
All of the female students who saw Draco Malfoy could see why so many of them were foolish enough to throw themselves at him! With his 5'11'' lean muscular body, slight tan, blond-white hair that fashioned in a current style and blue eyes that were usually as cold as ice, it was as if he fashioned just to tempt women. Draco while in comparison to Harry wasn't as handsome; he held that certain bad boy image that even good girls slobbered over to have. Also he held charm, poise and when it came to who had more girls throw themselves at them, Harry or Draco, it was Draco even though Draco couldn't even compare to the number of girls that threw themselves at Harry willing to give him their hearts for his keeping. This revelation was alright for Draco for he was much more comfortable for a one stand of casual sex compared to a relationship where one's emotions were involved, that was Potter's department as Draco put it.
~Well I think I am going to go have some fun and ruin the perfect three's day!~ Malfoy maliciously declared in his mind and with that thought sauntered out of Hogwarts heading towards Hogsmeade.
~Please review!!!!!! Because if you do then the next chapter will be posted! ~
Hello! This is my first fanfic, so be fair in your reviews! I welcome flames but only constructive flames! This chapter allows you to come to understand the characters and I don't own any of the characters or places known in Harry Potter. I only own my characters Gisela Gringles and Nicole Riddle. Hope you enjoy the first chapter!
* The first six chapters or so will be the background or the history of how Nicole gets to Hogswarts and the life Harry Potter leads so read on and enjoy and make sure to REVIEW!!!!!
Summary of the story~ Nicole Riddle has lived a live of evil and cruelty but then she is finally allowed to escape the darkness but the only problem is that to stay out of the darkness she must follow her father's plans or die. And this plan contains Harry Potter who might be the key to open Nicole's guarded and hidden heart but will Harry want to? Read and find out if love can conquer all or if the darkness will always succeed in its plans of destruction!
In the dark and desolate woods of St. Ives in England, Nicole Riddle sat at the window seat of her small containing bedroom on the second floor of the 4 bedroom townhouse. This enchanted house created an illusion to the naked eye, making the house portray itself just like the rest of the background. In which to all, both muggles and magical beings alike, was nothing but a black void that was never touched by light or the wonderful life of the world. While on her bare and uncomfortable seat, she pondered if maybe in a past life she had been an evil entity, who had destroyed many helpless lives. Therefore the maker of all decided that she deserved to go through hell, just like her supposed victims had been through. Not that she ever felt pity for herself anymore, any emotion had been brutally sucked from her existence at the tender age of 7, now any thought that went through her conscience was never tainted by those traitorous subliminal tendencies, as her father eloquently put it. Her thoughts were only governed by scientific and academic deductions. The view out of her hole in the wall gave any spectator a first eye view of darkness, twisting and overlapping itself in a display of pure malevolence and evil, but to Nicole it was the scenery that she had been staring at for her entire 15 ½ years of living. In her personal opinion her 2 by 2 feet window was the only outlet to the world beyond her desolate and grueling existence that would ever be, so, she would protect its essence and purpose with her dying breath.
Nicole understood to others this seemed a bit drastic and to one who had tasted the forbidden fruit of light and life it would be, but to one who only ever consumed the bitter poison of darkness understood to the empth degree. ~Oh well at least this summer I might actually get to go into the light...feel its warmth. If father follows through. ~ Just then Liguawana, the house elf, bounded into the room, distracting Nicole from her thoughts.
"Good mornin' mistress. Did you sleep good? Oh sorry mistress, Liguawana so stupid, you never sleep well. All those dreams!" Liguawana's monologue floated past Nicole's ears while Liguawana was making the bed.
"More like nightmares" mumbled Nicole under her breath. "What?" Liguawana asked when not answered, she continued her monologue, "Your father told Liguawana to have mistress ready by 8:00 tonight. He wants to talk to you!"
~I wonder what he wants. Probably to tell me that the summer has been canceled and that more training needs to be acquired by the dark lord's offspring. Ha! Like that blighter of an heir knows a damn about anything and he is supposed to know more than me!~ Nicole thought, while she watched Liguawana close the door and again insert the magical charm that deterred her from ever leaving the room. Without the special password that changed every time her father visited, she was eternally condemned to the prison she now resided in. ~Does he truthfully expect me to ever try to leave after the last time I tried to escape?~ Nicole contemplated, shuddering with the hazy memories.
~The summer of Nicole's 7th birthday~
~I can escape, mommy told me I could, she said run and I will be safe.~ the young Nicole repeated to herself as she ran away from the townhouse trying to give herself courage as she kept tripping over logs and falling into holes in the dark abyss. She could hear her father's furious roars in the background, ordering them to find her alive so that he would have the pleasure of killing her. ~Oh, what have I done! No, mommy promised I would be safe if I kept on running. She loves me! She would never lie to me~ Nicole's young mind wailed. Unfortunately, Nicole's young mother Natasha Chesoquv, a Russian witch, was quite mentally deranged. Hence, she told her daughter to run, all in the name of having the cruel satisfaction of seeing the core of all her problems brutally murdered, finally allowing her to die.
Natasha had lived the life of luxury her whole existence, but then that fateful day came to pass where her father had given her over to the dark lord as a wife. Thus, enabling the advancement of his own ranking in the inner circles of the dark master's society. Her life as she knew it, had changed, she was the wife of a monster, the Russian belle, was reduced to the ultimate evil's slave.
So she acquiesced to all of his wishes in the hope that he wouldn't torture her, because even though she was a witch, she was very weak when it came to magic. Natasha's real strength was her beauty, with her cornflower blond hair that ran down to her waist and her huge light blue eyes that all men felt as if they drowned into. Also, her hourglass figure gave her the image of the perfect Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love. After only four months of marriage, Natasha had tried suicide seven times, without luck. Then the worst thing that could ever happened, did in fact happen, Natasha became pregnant. Now, many thought this could not be so because the dark lord was more wraith than human, so, they concluded it wasn't his own. The dark lord, however, knew it was his and was filled with glee, the only glee any true disciple of evil could be filed with, malicious.
During the whole pregnancy Natasha had to be restrained to the bed, both by magic and physical powers unknown to the common realm. The overwhelming shadow of threat that loomed within Natasha's mind was a constant reminder of the burden the child was proving to be. She could die. To the evil master's great satisfaction, both mother and child survived the birthing but when the unfortunate slave relayed the sex of the child, the master's eyes filled with rage that none had ever seen. It was a girl! The rage of the child's sex in the master's eyes soon turned to cold calculation and then to triumph, but the slave never got to the master's change for he had already been killed for relaying the sex.
~Even though, I only married that troll of a witch was for a male heir, a female fits perfectly to my plans. Even though I will love to torture that harpy woman by calling her daughter Nicole, her mother's name, just to remind of what she has lost. Also, she will not be able to kill herself until I give permission and that won't be until that child becomes attached to her pitiful mother! ~ The dark lord wickedly conjured in his dark and twisted mind.
Therefore, for the last seven years of Nicole life had been filled with occasional visits by her dark father in the townhouse and the daily visits to her mother's room in which could either be the most wonderful time in the precious child's day or the most hurtful depending on Natasha's state of mind and mood was. That morning Natasha's mind and mood was filled with both cold calculation and cruel glee that finally she would be able to escape her horrendous prison called life. Natasha's mind had left her in the second year of Nicole's life, not that the lose improved or altered Natasha's point of view or feelings of Nicole; she hated her daughter with every fiber of her being. She was the reason that thing ever married her in the first place to get an heir, fortunately after having Nicole, Natasha was never able to conceive again so he had left her alone. Now though, he wanted me to live for another just to make sure Nicole was attached enough to her mother. Natasha shuddered while thinking herself the mother of that devil spawn! ~No a year was too long! I will die now! And I know just the way~
That one thought started the ongoing struggle of Nicole's running as fast as her little sickly legs could take her but that was not fast enough. Far before she could even gather enough breath to continue and then to scream she was being carted off towards the townhouse by a hooded minion of her father's.
"Here she is my lord!" the minion stated as he bowed in front of her father.
"Good take her inside and bring down my wife also. I will receive them in the parlor!" the menacing voice of her father's declared.
~The present~
Nicole's whole body shivered at the thought of the horrific events that occurred in that parlor even though she couldn't remember exactly what happened, in the recesses of her mind though it was buried in every excruciating detail. The one detail she did recollect though was that Voldermont killed her mother. Even though when she was conscious, Nicole couldn't deal with the horror, in slumber her mind tried to understand these traumatic events and as a result Nicole's devastating nightmares happened. Nicole was lucky in the aspect that she could not remember the nightmare once she woke up. Her nightmares although did not help her feel any better about life, they just made it worse, for she was never able to sleep a good night's sleep. As Nicole was deciding what her attitude to her father must be, Luguawana decided to show up with the one luxury in all of Nicole's life, her muggle magazine. Teen Life was her one savior, her only true door to the outside world that wasn't encased in the peripheral view of her bedroom window. Luguawana proceeded up to Nicole and gave her the magazine and again left Nicole to her own devices.
Opening the first page, Nicole was again struck by how much different her physical appearance differed with the muggles in the magazine. As she stared at the woman with the perfect face and body, Nicole couldn't help but think about how much she lacked in compare. Her skin was the shade of an almost transparent white not the creamy brown which she thought people called a tan.
~But one can only get a tan if one is in the sun! ~ Nicole thought flippantly. Even though she had never been in the sun in truth, Nicole would always daydream about how it must feel-warm and comforting, and how it must look- a great ball of fire with the coloration of yellows, reds and gold.
~ God what I would give just to feel the sun's warmth on my skin.~ Continuing on her analysis of how much she was lacking she could not but compare her sickly body shape compared to the womanly curves of the goddess on the page. Even though Nicole never thought it would be possible for her to look anything like the woman on the page, she was actually a very beautiful young woman. With her shoulder length, wavy brown hair and greenish -blue eyes, she could have rivaled her mother with some sun, exercise and better nutrition. Needless to say in her predicament it never looked like she was ever going to get the chance of being a beauty.
"Nicole, I never thought you actually would degrade yourself to actually reading a muggle magazine!" came the withery and slimy greeting from her doorway. Quickly looking up from her magazine, she was always amazed by the pure evil that radiated from her father with his pasty white skin that was pure freezing to the touch and his evil and hypnotic red, glowing eyes.
"Voldermont, what do I owe the great pleasure of your company!" Nicole cold and sarcastic voice floated back to her father in its sultry and timbre natural tone.
"You know you never cease to amaze with your lack of fear for me, even the greatest tremble at the mere mention of my name!" was Voldermont's amused reply.
"Humph we both know that I have felt no emotion since my seventh year and also you seem to always seem to forget that I have been tortured by you since I was born so that really dwindles the fear factor!" Nicole replied in a non-chalant tone.
"Yes I will give you credit, if you were a man, you would be my perfect heir with your high pain tolerance and no care attitude!" Voldermont mused.
"But we both know that even you the great and powerful Voldermont couldn't change the sex I was born with even though I could have surgery you never liked making something it wasn't!" Nicole pushed.
"DO NOT ANGER ME!" Voldermont bellowed that the whole townhouse shook. Nicole though didn't even flinch,
"So again why are you here?"
"Impatient aren't we. Well I have decided that you will be leaving this house tomorrow and will be transferred to one of my subordinate's home on the Mediterranean. So be packed." Voldermont replied still fascinated by how even he could not read any emotions of his daughter while she had in place her cool facade. Nicole on the other hand, even as her cold façade was in place, was on the inside jumping with happiness to be finally able to leave this cold dungeon that she had lived her life in. Now she was leaving!!!
"Why?" Nicole asked puzzled by Voldermont's plan that constituted of her having to leave his made up prison.
"In due time, you will know your place in my plans until then don't ask any questions. For the next 4 months you will work on becoming that woman in the picture, you will strive to be beautiful to most men's eyes. If you accomplish this then we will continue with the plan, if you can't perform this meager feat then I will torture you till you beg for death and then I will have the immense pleasure of killing you. Do we understand each other?" Voldermont asked in a menacing whisper.
"Yes we do" Nicole replied non-pulsed by Voldermont's threat. Nothing could dampen her spirits! She was going to be free! She was going to feel the sun! She was going to see LIFE! Even if that meant dying in the end, it was all worth it!
~Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry- December of the 5th Year~
"Hermione, must you always study? I mean bloody hell; the OWLS aren't till next year!" Ron Weasley wailed at one of his best friends and his girlfriend of the last 6 months.
~Well if she won't leave to go with Harry and me to Hogsmeade to have fun then I will just have to bring someone else. Maybe Lavender! ~ Ron mischievously thought.
"Oh, Ronie!" Lavender wailed from the entrance of the common room of the Gryffindor house. It was know to all that after Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley was one of the most attractive blokes at Hogwarts. With his lanky yet muscular frame of 6'2'', his wonderful carrot top head and warm chocolaty eyes, he was a terror to most girl's heart especially women that loved a sense of humor! Hence girls were chasing after him even if he did have a girlfriend!
~ Perfect timing Lavender! Let the games begin! ~ Ron chuckled to himself. Hearing Lavender's wail from the entrance calling for her boyfriend, Hermione Grainger's head whipped up at a record speed. Hermione, herself, was a catch for most boys with her slight 5'8 hourglass figure, open brown eyes that showed all of the emotions that ever went through her head, and her slightly fuzzy brown hair that fell to her middle back. Even though she wasn't the conventional beauty, her looks had a certain appeal all of their own. Most men though were scared off by how smart and cunning she was, her brains, however, never seemed to ever scare of Ron or Harry, annoy maybe, but never scare!
~What does that watering pot want with my boyfriend! ~ Hermione aggressively pondered.
"Oh Ronie, I heard that you were going to Hogsmeade and I was hoping since you were already heading that way then maybe I could come to keep Harry and you company! Since I do believe I would be funnier than a book!" Lavender sultry tones stated but at the end that held a malicious edge just for Hermione.
"Oh don't worry Lavender, Ron and Harry will be perfectly entertained by this book. Don't worry that little vacant head of yours for one more second; it might cause an extreme migraine! And if you ever call my boyfriend Ronie again I will love the pleasure of causing you that migraine!" Hermione cheerful voice floated into everyone ears of hearing distance but you would have to be deaf not to hear the underlying threat.
"Well I never! Humph!" Lavender replied red faced as she stomped up to the 5th year girls dormitories.
"That was bloody brilliant Hermione, did you see her face!" Ron wailed while rolling on the ground with laughter. Hermione, on the other hand, was anything but amused, she knew that Ron purposefully allowed Lavender to offer "her services" just so she would come with them to Hogsmeade.
~I was going to go anyway but no this idiot decides to again create a tiff between a girl and me! And this one is my roommate! OoooooHHH! ~ Hermione furiously decided.
"Ronald Weasley, if you ever use those under hand tactics again I swear you will be going through the rest of the year with no girlfriend and no best friend. Do we understand one another?" Hermione's clipped tones stated as they broke through Ron's laughing escapade.
"Hermione!!! It is not my fault if all the girls think that I am an smashing bloke! I mean you are going out with me. To myself that must mean that I am something!" Ron proudly replied.
"Ron did you ever think that maybe she was just going with you so she could be by Harry?" Hermione innocently asked knowing for well that Lavender wanted both.
"Well .... no!" Ron said while scratching the back of his deeply pondering this.
"Oh Ron sometimes you are so deeply gullible it is truly sad!" Hermione lovingly whispered while pulling Ron into a hug. Hermione was never truly able to stay mad at Ron or Harry for long especially since it wasn't Ron's fault that Lavender wanted him.
"That's why I have you; Hermione to make sure nobody tricks me!" Ron replied while tenderly dropping a kiss on Hermione's forehead.
"Oh would you two like a room or are we going to go to Hogsmeade?" Harry Potter nonchalantly asked while watching his two best friends affectionately hugging.
"Ya I wish Harry" was Ron's amused replied which was quickly followed by the grunt after Hermione had skillfully punched Ron in the gut.
"Well you will just have to wait until the next century Ronald Weasley because it is not going to happen!" Hermione called out while walking out of the common room to the staircase leading to the main entrance but not before forcefully swapping Harry on the head.
"Geez Hermione, you didn't have to hit me too!" Harry yelled out of the door.
"Thanks Harry, she had just stopped being mad at me for Lavender and now she is all in a tizzy because you had to go and say something stupid!" Ron stated while walking out of the door.
"Hey Ron, it isn't my fault you agreed!" Harry replied.
"Yah Harry you are right. I guess we will just have to make Hermione happy again!" Ron covertly whispered to Harry.
"Right" Harry promptly returned. Seeing as that two of the most attractive guys was out to make Hermione happy, by the day's end she should be jumping for joy. At reaching the bottom of the staircase, Ron could not help by notice the admiring glances that Harry and he were receiving from the female students.
"Harry watch out! It looks like Gisela Gringles is coming this way!" Ron hurriedly stated while picking up the speed.
~Oh no~ was all Harry could think before Gisela was in front of him. Gisela was a very beautiful young lady with red curly hair, green eyes and a lush figure, the only problem was she knew it and used it to her every advantage. Harry and Gisela had dated for two months in the beginning of the year and she never seemed to get the idea that it was over. Many girls couldn't blame her for her tenacity; most girls agreed they would do the same thing if they had ever gone out with the man who lived.
Nobody could call Harry a boy anymore with his pure muscular tan 6'0 body, lovely raven black hair, and hypnotic green eyes. Also it did help that he was known as a fantastic lover, unfortunately for the women, he only slept with the women he had some feelings for and Gisela was lucky enough to had been one of the number he had slept with. Even his glasses held a certain sex appeal to all the girls that ever laid eyes on Harry Potter!
"Hello Harry!" Gisela seductively greeted while placing her figure closer to Harry's.
"Hello Gisela! I'm sorry I can't stay long; I am on my way to Hogsmeade. So I will see you later!" Harry blurted while he hurriedly left through the front door heading to Hogsmeade. It was very rare for Harry ever to run from his problems but after telling Gisela thousands of times it was over and her still not getting, it would make any man run for the hills!
"Well I never!" Gisela indignantly stated while stomping her foot.
"Well maybe Gisela, you should really stop trying to chase Potter because all it shows is how desperate and mentally gone you really are!" a cold and hypnotic voice said from the shadows.
"You know Malfoy, hiding in the shadows really suits you then no one would have to see your hideous face!" Gisela angrily hissed towards the direction where Draco Malfoy was casually resting against a wall.
"Hahaha! Is that the best you can come up with, even Grainger is better at insults than you! Don't tell me that you are still sour that I wouldn't sleep with you! Everyone knows you are a slut and I was never one for leftovers! Even the infamous Potter found out how much of a hoar you actually are, he didn't dump until you cheated on him and then he dumped you on the spot!" Draco's casual drawl filtered through the air.
"I pale in comparison to your reputation Malfoy!" Gisela proudly declared.
"Well yes, you do! But then I was never as kinky in bed as you are!" Draco stated for all to hear.
"You bastard!" Gisela wailed while running towards the bathroom, pushing any girl she saw who was below her status on the floor.
"Gisela, sorry to disappoint you but my mother and father were married when they had me, so you are wrong!" Draco's amused voice followed Gisela all the way to the bathroom.
All of the female students who saw Draco Malfoy could see why so many of them were foolish enough to throw themselves at him! With his 5'11'' lean muscular body, slight tan, blond-white hair that fashioned in a current style and blue eyes that were usually as cold as ice, it was as if he fashioned just to tempt women. Draco while in comparison to Harry wasn't as handsome; he held that certain bad boy image that even good girls slobbered over to have. Also he held charm, poise and when it came to who had more girls throw themselves at them, Harry or Draco, it was Draco even though Draco couldn't even compare to the number of girls that threw themselves at Harry willing to give him their hearts for his keeping. This revelation was alright for Draco for he was much more comfortable for a one stand of casual sex compared to a relationship where one's emotions were involved, that was Potter's department as Draco put it.
~Well I think I am going to go have some fun and ruin the perfect three's day!~ Malfoy maliciously declared in his mind and with that thought sauntered out of Hogwarts heading towards Hogsmeade.
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