I hope u lyk this. It's bout Voldemort's daughter, a girl named Pandora Newark. The reason the summery sucks is bc there isn't really much that I know bout Pandora yet, or what's gonna happen to her… I've got a general idea of what's gonna go down but nothin etched in stone. Enjoy!
Prologue:
The air slipped through her lips easily as she squatted in the lush grass in her back yard.
"And everyone does what he says?"
"Yesss. They call him the Dark Lord." Nagiri hissed, pulling himself up so that he swayed back and forth at Pandora's eye level.
"Pandora!" the woman who owned the orphanage called. Pandora glanced behind her and then back at her snake friend.
"I can't play anymore." She said sadly.
"Oh, but why not? You aren't her ssslave. You could dessstroy her."
Pandora swallowed.
"Oh but that's not very nice…" she bit her bottom lip and looked over her shoulder when Ms. Hadley called her name again.
She turned back to Nagiri.
"I have to go. I'm sorry."
"Pandora! Get away from there!" Ms. Hadley shrieked. Thin hands wrapped around Pandora's small arms and pulled her up and away from the three foot long black and gray snake. "Oh God! What were you doing, girl?" the woman demanded.
"Don't hurt him! He's my friend!" Pandora screamed, struggling against Ms. Hadley's hold on her.
"Pandora! Sweetheart, calm down!"
"No! No! No! Nagiri!" she screamed. The snake suddenly drew itself up to an immense height and struck out at the woman. Ms. Hadley screeched in pain and dropped Pandora.
"Oh no. Nagiri!" Pandora stood, grass staining her bare knees and her white shirt was smeared with dirt. She reached out as if she were going to smack Nagiri. "Bad Nagiri! Bad! You shouldn't hurt people like that!" Pandora drew her arm back when Nagiri hissed at her.
"Do not raissse your hand to ssstrike me, child! You may be from the loinsss of He Who Must Not Be Named, but I will not lower myssself dessspite hisss requessst!"
"Ah!" Pandora cried out, throwing an arm in front of her to block a blow from Nagiri. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"You're father would be assshamed!"
"Pandora? Amy?" a man yelled from the door of the orphanage. His footsteps sounded like thunder as he ran toward the girl and woman who lay unconscious on the ground.
"Oh no." Pandora breathed. When she turned back to Nagiri he was gone.
"Pandora? Are you alright?" the man gasped and knelt down to Ms. Hadley's side. "Pandora, what have you done?"
"But I- I didn't!" she stuttered.
"We have to get her to a hospital, what have you done? You evil child! What have you done?"
Well that's that… really simple; hopefully it was easy to follow. Pandora is Lord Voldemort's daughter. She lives in an orphanage run by a woman named Amy Hadley. The man doesn't have a name because he isn't important. Ms. Hadley is dead. I might bring the man back as either a wizard or a victim of Pandora's. I haven't decided yet… maybe both.