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A Death Eater's Daughter
Chapter 1 "My Daughter, Forgotten, Forsaken, Lost Forever"
Her mother remembers her life:
I sat in a dark cell that I had called home for the last sixteen years of my life, at least that's how much time I think has passed. I was proud to be here, proud to have served my lord without hesitation or regret. I had given up my life, my husband, and my daughter to prove I was loyal to him. I never did mind leaving my husband, it was an arranged marriage, I never had loved him. Very few married couples loved each other, only Narcissa and Lucius were lucky in that respect. Of course, she was perfection, no one had to point it out to me. Both she and Lucius had their lives, Rudolphus and I forfeited them. My life was a small fee to pay, which would be returned to me ten-fold when my master comes for me. We alone were faithful. Lucius and Narcissa were not faithful, they chose to salvage their lives. Like a phoenix rises from the ashes I saw them emerge stronger than ever. They could have saved us, they chose not to. I thought for so long they would come. They had everything and I had nothing. Most importantly they had their son, I had been forced to abandon my daughter. She had been stolen away by Aurors, those most heinous of creatures. My beautiful daughter, lost, forgotten, or forsaken. When I am released I will find her. Her name, the Dementors think they have sucked all the happy memories out of me, but I have one the memory of my child. She was engaged to wed Draco Malfoy from the day she was born, her cousin. An old seer once prophesized Narcissa's child as the Dark Lord's heir I hastily saw to it that my daughter was betrothed to him immediately. If only, If only I could remember her name.
A bowl of veritable sludge is thrust through the door in my cell. The food was most unappetizing, but I ate it knowing I needed strength to fight the Dementors, as I had been doing, as I will do now, as I continue to do so. A sarcastic message was carved upon my wall to mock me it seemed.
"My judgment will come from those who know the truth, my victims, and they will take from me, everything I took from them, all I hold dear and love."
My daughter's unrecognizable face haunts me. I can remember neither her name or her face. I just remember her being there somehow. I stare around at my cell, no mice for company, only the cryptic message on my wall to ponder. I remember attacking two Aurors, gifted ones. I can still hear Alice Longbottom screaming as we tortured her husband, and him as we tortured her. Neither screamed under their own interrogation, but seemed to feel their loved one's pain as acutely as their own. I saw their young son, but left him. He reminded me of my daughter so I decided to leave him alone. If I had it to do over again I would have killed him and not so much as turned a hair. I saw the message carved into the stone again. My heart felt constricted, if I ever leave this prison, I vow to kill that Longbottom boy, as well as Harry Potter. That was if I ever left this prison. Narcissa never came, my master never came, no one ever came. I did not regret my actions, if I could I would still search for my master, but I wanted to find my daughter and escape.
I longed to escape the prison that held me here as Sirius Black had done. Damn my cousin, how did he do it? If I knew how I would. My cousin, that had betrayed his family and what they stood for. He deserved to die a traitor to the name Black. His little brother was no better, thinking servitude to the Dark Lord is a game. He got his just reward for his actions, death. Poor Regulus, almost. My poor aunt, both her children were idiots. My own mother had her black sheep, Andromeda. She could sink no lower than to marry a muggle, her daughter was not related to me. I claim no kinship with that girl. I did what was expected and pleased my parents, Narcissa too. Her and Lucius were always in love, almost as bad as Lily and James Potter. How those names disgusted me. Their son had caused the downfall, without any particular power, how it irked me. Harry Potter. I know he will be the first to die.
My one disappointment is that I will not be able to do it, I will spend my days waiting for my Lord. However my life will have never been in vain, my beautiful daughter has been born and one day she will rule beside Narcissa's son. Horrible thoughts run through my head, what if the Aurors killed her in cold blood. What if in all these years Lucius and Narcissa have not been able to find her or if she was taken in by muggles, mud bloods, or blood traitors? What if she was a squib, or did not attend Hogwarts? What if she was a blood traitor or was sorted into some other house besides Slytherin? Does she know I still love her? What is she doing now?
Little did she know it, but miles away at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry her daughter was staring at and steadily falling in love with the Boy-Who-Lived.
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A/N: Tell me what you thought. Any ideas, comments, or critiques. I just want a little insight from the reader, please help me by reviewing. (In case you can't tell I AM DESPERATE!) Thank you, KTBallerina.
A Death Eater's Daughter
Chapter 1 "My Daughter, Forgotten, Forsaken, Lost Forever"
Her mother remembers her life:
I sat in a dark cell that I had called home for the last sixteen years of my life, at least that's how much time I think has passed. I was proud to be here, proud to have served my lord without hesitation or regret. I had given up my life, my husband, and my daughter to prove I was loyal to him. I never did mind leaving my husband, it was an arranged marriage, I never had loved him. Very few married couples loved each other, only Narcissa and Lucius were lucky in that respect. Of course, she was perfection, no one had to point it out to me. Both she and Lucius had their lives, Rudolphus and I forfeited them. My life was a small fee to pay, which would be returned to me ten-fold when my master comes for me. We alone were faithful. Lucius and Narcissa were not faithful, they chose to salvage their lives. Like a phoenix rises from the ashes I saw them emerge stronger than ever. They could have saved us, they chose not to. I thought for so long they would come. They had everything and I had nothing. Most importantly they had their son, I had been forced to abandon my daughter. She had been stolen away by Aurors, those most heinous of creatures. My beautiful daughter, lost, forgotten, or forsaken. When I am released I will find her. Her name, the Dementors think they have sucked all the happy memories out of me, but I have one the memory of my child. She was engaged to wed Draco Malfoy from the day she was born, her cousin. An old seer once prophesized Narcissa's child as the Dark Lord's heir I hastily saw to it that my daughter was betrothed to him immediately. If only, If only I could remember her name.
A bowl of veritable sludge is thrust through the door in my cell. The food was most unappetizing, but I ate it knowing I needed strength to fight the Dementors, as I had been doing, as I will do now, as I continue to do so. A sarcastic message was carved upon my wall to mock me it seemed.
"My judgment will come from those who know the truth, my victims, and they will take from me, everything I took from them, all I hold dear and love."
My daughter's unrecognizable face haunts me. I can remember neither her name or her face. I just remember her being there somehow. I stare around at my cell, no mice for company, only the cryptic message on my wall to ponder. I remember attacking two Aurors, gifted ones. I can still hear Alice Longbottom screaming as we tortured her husband, and him as we tortured her. Neither screamed under their own interrogation, but seemed to feel their loved one's pain as acutely as their own. I saw their young son, but left him. He reminded me of my daughter so I decided to leave him alone. If I had it to do over again I would have killed him and not so much as turned a hair. I saw the message carved into the stone again. My heart felt constricted, if I ever leave this prison, I vow to kill that Longbottom boy, as well as Harry Potter. That was if I ever left this prison. Narcissa never came, my master never came, no one ever came. I did not regret my actions, if I could I would still search for my master, but I wanted to find my daughter and escape.
I longed to escape the prison that held me here as Sirius Black had done. Damn my cousin, how did he do it? If I knew how I would. My cousin, that had betrayed his family and what they stood for. He deserved to die a traitor to the name Black. His little brother was no better, thinking servitude to the Dark Lord is a game. He got his just reward for his actions, death. Poor Regulus, almost. My poor aunt, both her children were idiots. My own mother had her black sheep, Andromeda. She could sink no lower than to marry a muggle, her daughter was not related to me. I claim no kinship with that girl. I did what was expected and pleased my parents, Narcissa too. Her and Lucius were always in love, almost as bad as Lily and James Potter. How those names disgusted me. Their son had caused the downfall, without any particular power, how it irked me. Harry Potter. I know he will be the first to die.
My one disappointment is that I will not be able to do it, I will spend my days waiting for my Lord. However my life will have never been in vain, my beautiful daughter has been born and one day she will rule beside Narcissa's son. Horrible thoughts run through my head, what if the Aurors killed her in cold blood. What if in all these years Lucius and Narcissa have not been able to find her or if she was taken in by muggles, mud bloods, or blood traitors? What if she was a squib, or did not attend Hogwarts? What if she was a blood traitor or was sorted into some other house besides Slytherin? Does she know I still love her? What is she doing now?
Little did she know it, but miles away at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry her daughter was staring at and steadily falling in love with the Boy-Who-Lived.
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A/N: Tell me what you thought. Any ideas, comments, or critiques. I just want a little insight from the reader, please help me by reviewing. (In case you can't tell I AM DESPERATE!) Thank you, KTBallerina.