Chapter 1; Calculating The Truth:
Elladora lay in her four poster bed, the curtains were drawn shut. Her eyes were wide open even though it was nearing 4:00 in the morning. She was perfectly still, her breathing was normal, anyone who might have been awake in the room would have thought she were asleep. She was thinking of the day's events.
It had been a Hogsmead weekend, which usually meant every one was happy and relaxing, but she had done anything but, because the Dark Lord had called upon her for a 'meeting' apparently concerning her, and her fait. This was not such a huge shocker, because she had been the youngest person ever to receive the Dark Mark. She had gotten it when she was 3 months old. And had always assumed it was because her mother, Bellatrix Lestrange, was claimed to be the Dark Lord's most faithful servant. But how little did she know just how faithful she was to Voldemort.
'How could have I not seen this coming?' she thought. 'How could I have not recognized the signs?'
The more she thought about the 'meeting' the more she wanted to jump out of her skin. She wanted to be anyone, anything else, but herself... suddenly she bolted upright.
"The hat!" she heard herself say in almost a hiss, "The sorting hat knew... it knew!"
She remembered what it said in her ear like it was yesterday, even though it had been six years.
(( flash back ))
"Ahhhh... another one. Eh? I haven't seen one for almost fifty years now..."
"One of what? What are you talking about?"
"You don't know? Well then if you don't know I am not going to be the one to tell you. But I will tell you this: Slytherin is in your blood... yes no need to deliberate where you go... have fun in... SLYTHERIN!"
(( end flash back ))
"Well, I guess you can't change the past." Elladora sighed.
And silent tears began to stream down her face. She whispered softly "Voldemort is my father, and there is nothing I can do to change that. No one can ever change that. So I am just going to have to act as if nothing is wrong, and hide my emotion. That won't be so hard, I've always been hiding my emotion. And it won't be any harder now than ever."
She laid back down and drifted off to sleep, just being able to manage two and a half hours sleep before having to get up for Monday's lessons.
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