Hey people. This is a story about Trixie, she is my OC for Harry Potter, and I plan on making this story revolve around her if she existed in the books. (She should have, in my opinion) Now this chapter is all about her childhood. Now if you're planning on skipping this chapter, you may have to refer back to it later because there are a lot of references I am not going to flashback to. Anyways, on with the story!
Trixie's POV. (Trixie at age 4)
I trudged through the brush. Sorry, introductions first.
My name is Trixie Ellana Riddle. Ever since I was born I know people have despised me. When I walk through town, everyone whispers and glares. They think that I don't hear, but I do. They call me a freak and a curse. So, I ran away. Bellatrix, my father's left hand woman, raises me. Dementors are constantly in our house because Bellatrix doesn't get freedom.
Currently, I'm in the forest because of my training. I was told I had to cut wood in half two hundred times or I wouldn't get dinner. If I failed I would also get Bellatrix's taste of the Cruciatius curse. It was illegal, but she had the house under protection spells that the Ministry didn't know about. For my task I am only allowed to use my pocket knife, at home I'm training with a bow and arrows, a sword, and an ax. Since I can't use spells, Bellatrix says I must know how to protect myself. I also train hand-to-hand.
Sometimes, other families come to visit us. Most stop twenty feet away and throw things at us, I say it's stupid because they never hit us. The only nice family that comes along is the Malfoy family. Draco is always nice to me, we talk about Hogwarts and what we'll do when we're old enough to go. In fact, we talked about it yesterday as well.
"Draco, when we go to Hogwarts, will you be my friend?"
"Course I will, Trixie! We purebloods gotta stick together!" I had wondered what a pureblood was. Bellatrix slapped me when I asked her about it.
"You filth! How can you now know what a pureblood is?" Then she went into a rage sending the Cruciatius curse at me. I was used to the pain by now, so I ignored it. I continued my training. Life went on.
I was slicing my two hundred and thirty eighth piece when I heard crying. We lived by the Dean Forest so it wasn't unnatural to have visitors. I saw a girl my age sitting by a tree and looking around, clearly lost. I shoved my knife into my pocket and slide down the small hill.
"Who are you and why are you here?" The small girl looked up at me, her brown eyes were filled with tears and her bushy hair had leaves and twigs in it. She stood and stared at me.
"I-I'm Hermione Granger. I-I-I was o-on a trip with m-my parents. I got lost!" She started to cry again. I rushed over, hugging her. I figured that her family must have set up in the camping part of the woods, so I headed over there with her holding her hand. Halfway through the walk she ripped her hand away from mine.
"My parents told me not to trust strangers!" I gave her a lopsided smile.
"I'm not strange. I'm Trixie Ellana Riddle. I live here in these woods, so I know them well." Hermione took my hand again, squeezing hard. Finally we were at a camp site, and two adults were in the Ranger's office, I led Hermione into the office.
"Ranger Dan! I found someone in the woods!" He turned to me and the two adults ran and hugged Hermione. Guess they were her parents. Dan smiled at me.
"You can go back home if you want to. Thanks for your help, Trix." I nodded and walked out. Then I continued to cut the wood with my pocket knife. Finally at seven that night, I was recalled by Bellatrix. She looked at the wood and counted the pieces.
"Three hundred ninety eight . . . three hundred ninety nine . . . four hundred . . Okay, dinner is on the table. Eat and go to bed." I quickly ate my food that night, scared to do anything but what I was ordered to do. That night I lay awake, confused as to why I was thinking about that girl in the forest today. She was nice, but not very bright, I mean who calls the stranger danger card after they've walked you towards someplace for a while. She was strange, I hoped we'd meet again.
The next morning, Bellatrix shook me awake.
"Get up you ungrateful child!" I jumped up.
"Yes, what do you wish of me?" I asked mostly in fear, but hearing me say that please Bellatrix greatly. She smiled at me, her eyes shining with pride. She then remembered her task at hand.
"At noon today, the Malfoy's are coming over. I want you to clean the house and hide your weapons, dress nicely, they are taking us to dinner at their mansion." I was overjoyed. I loved hanging out with Draco, he was my only connection to the real world. He loved to talk about what went on in the world, I loved to listen, we were the perfect pair.
I quickly started to gather my weapons, hauling them together I shoved them between my mattress and the floor, you couldn't tell the difference. I started to wipe the windows and sweep the floors. That took me a while, I also dusted the shelves and the items that occupied the shelves. I carefully arranged the objects so they were straight, instead of messy. I then went outside and trimmed the bushes, I worked as fast as I could, making sure not to be sloppy with what I was doing.
Around ten thirty I started to fix my room, picking up spellbooks and other magical objects. I finished at eleven. I took a long bath of twenty minutes and made sure to scrub myself clean. I then dressed into a bright blue dress that had white lace on the hem, collar and sleeves. The dress had a white ribbon attached to the waist and I wore black shoes that looked like a doll could wear them. I had white socks and my hair was put up into a bun, loose curls hanging down, framing my face.
I wasn't a very pretty child, but I thought that I looked pretty good. My green eyes shined as I looked into the mirror. Dark brown hair and emerald green eyes, Bellatrix said that I resembled my father before he became powerful. I was told that he was bald and had snake-green eyes. I don't think that would look very nice, but Bellatrix said that he was more powerful than most any wizard alive. I wondered if he cared about me at all, if he did he wouldn't have left me, at least that's what I thought. Every time I voiced my thoughts, Bellatrix used the curse and 'put me in my place'.
At eleven fifty-five Bellatrix called me from downstairs.
"Hurry and get down here! The Malfoy's will arrive at any minute!" She sounded stressed so I ran down as quickly as I could manage. Bellatrix wore a purple dress, showing off her back and the sides of her legs. Her hair was combed down and she looked like a temptress that I'd seen on tv. I didn't tell her this for fear of being punished. As we waited I sat up straight with my leg crossed lady-like over my other, the way Bellatrix had told me to. Then the doorbell rang and I rushed up to answer. Bellatrix pushed my aside and answered first. As he opened the door Draco rushed past her and to me. He had an excited smile on his face.
"Trixie! Trixie! Are you excited?" I nodded smiling.
"Yeah! I'm really happy I get to finally see your house!" He nodded.
"It's huge, you'll love it!" He took my hand and pulled me forward. I laughed and followed. Draco wore a standard tux, he wore a blue tie, tucked into his overcoat. I smiled noticing that it matched my dress. We then hopped inside a limo. I was so excited I forgot my manners and held my mouth wide open in the shape of an o.
Halfway through the ride, Bellatrix and Mrs. Malfoy started a conversation.
"Can you believe that Draco and his child get along so well?" Mrs. Malfoy started them off. Bellatrix smirked.
"Naturally. I'm obviously raising her well." Mrs. Malfoy looked at the ground.
"You'll be returning there soon, won't you?" Bellatrix sighed.
"Cissy, I told you, don't worry. Even if I have to go to Azkaban, I hope you'll take her." Mr. Malfoy interjected at once.
"Absolutely not! We will not be responsible for his child if you're gone! Ask Severus." Bellatrix snarled in return.
"Never! He gave up on the dark lord while I would've been imprisoned. You're no better Lucius. You refused to claim what you did." Mr. Malfoy looked distressed. I smiled politely and turned to Draco, ignoring their conversation.
"Draco, what should we do when we get to your house?" He looked excited.
"We have to play in my backyard! The basements pretty cool too!" I nodded and we were launched into plans for what we intended to do next in our itinerary after dinner. I still couldn't quite shake the feeling that something bad would happen though. In the pit of my stomach, I was worried beyond intent. I was scared that something bad would happen during dinner, that would suck though, I want to hang out with Draco.
Mrs. and Mr. Malfoy were always indifferent about me, they were okay with the fact that I was around, but they also didn't want to be responsible for me. Kind of like that place in the commercials where you can go to visit and hang out with the dog, but you don't have to actually provide for it. You get to do all the playing around and stuff, while someone else handles the dirty work.
I wished that I didn't have to put up with this though, I'd much prefer that we were at our house, I didn't like riding in this, it felt unnatural. I told Draco this.
"Is this how you get around all the time? It's so uncomfortable." He nodded.
"Yeah, you get used to it after a while. We usually use floo powder, but you get ashes all over you." I made a confused face.
"What's wrong with that?" He laughed.
"We didn't want to get ourselves dirty, we wouldn't look nice." I nodded in understanding, though I didn't really. I mean, why would it matter if we got dirty, wouldn't we get dirtier when we played outside? It didn't make any sense, but to be nice I just ignored the abnormality of it and smiled some more. I couldn't wait until we got to the house.
Alright, I'll end that chapter here, be on the lookout for chapter 2! I'm going on vacation soon, so I don't know when I'll next update, but if you liked it, please tell me! I would like to know what you're thinking on this. If it's stupid, I won't continue it, but if you think this deserves a chapter 2, then tell me what you think of the story. All comments are appreciated. I hope to see you next time! Bye bye!