I'm testing the waters of the massive Harry Potter world...Now have in mind, I only..."discovered" HP a week ago as I've been an avid anti-HP since the start. Then I saw the movies...then I saw the last movie...now I'm a fan. BIG time fan! ;)
I'm probably not up to speed with everything so this story is very VERY loosely based on the movies. I'm thinking it takes place around Deathly Hallows pt. 1. And I've not taking a lot of the story line in to consideration. I've just taken the characters and some of the storyline with me. But we are in the darker times of HP and where Voldemort is very much real.
Like I said; testing the waters, don't know where I'll go with this so it's up to you, whether you like it or not! ;)
(I know the start is weird. OUR reality meets HP reality and blends. hehe!)
Lucius Malfoy/OC with Voldemort with a special connection with same OC.
Enjoy! And...Read & review, I'll be very grateful. :)
THICKEST BLOOD
Chapter 1 This reality is not real
"Have a good night!" I called to my boss as I left the store. She waved at me and I was out the door. Better late than never. It was already dusk as I stepped outside and the wind was starting to get a bit chilly. I tucked my coat tighter around me and started on my walk home. It was quiet and no one other outside. I let my thoughts drift to the last Harry Potter movie I had just seen at the movies and the thought warmed me, I could lose myself in all the impressions from that movie.
I had just turned in to one of the darker streets when something felt wrong. The wind tugged at me and I raised my gaze to look down the street. I stopped dead in my tracks. At the far end of the street stood someone, in the middle of the street. Right in front of me. It would've been impossible to see him if it hadn't been for the long, white hair. His outfit was black and it looked like he wore a cloak of some sort. I stood completely still, waiting for something to happen. The wind tugged at his coat and hair. Suddenly his arm slipped to the side and now I saw he was holding something in his hand. A…cane…?
"Wait a minute…" I whispered to myself. I had not sooner spoken the words before the man disappeared in a poof of black smoke. I staggered backwards as I saw the smoke coil and twist fast towards me. I turned to run but there he was, right in front of me. I tried to scream, but his hand was over my mouth. He spun me around so my back was against him and his grip over my mouth tightened.
"Hush now, my dear. It will hurt less if you relax." He whispered darkly in my ear. It was a strange sensation of fear and pleasure that rippled down my spine. If I had been able to, I've would've screamed as the surroundings suddenly blurred out and something tore at my body. Everything whooshed past so fast I felt blind, so I squeezed my eyes shut.
Within a second everything stopped and my knees buckled. The hand disappeared from my mouth and I gasped and gagged.
"Disapperation is no fun for muggles. Not for you either, I see." The man behind me said, with slight amusement. I spun around, staring at the surroundings. I was no longer in that familiar street. I was in a room. It looked like a dungeon, with its rough bricked walls which were grey and unpainted. There was a huge fireplace against one of the walls and strange looking objects lined the mantle. Another wall was covered with huge, full bookshelves. There was a brown desk, with a huge chair behind it and by the fireplace stood a black velvet daybed. A thick fur lay in front of the blazing fireplace.
"What? What's going on…?" I stuttered and turned to the man. I was sure now. I knew who he was. But it made no sense at all! He wasn't real! But what just happened was very much real. I could feel the pain of the Disapperation.
"You…!" I breathed, pointing at him. He stood tall and proud, with his cane in hand and his smooth, white hair down his back. He cocked his head lightly.
"Lucius…Malfoy…!" I stuttered in shock. His head jerked up and he was in front of me in a flash.
"How do you know my name!" He said darkly.
His mercury and silver eyes stared angrily at me and I couldn't quite fathom what was going on.
"I…" I stuttered and Lucius grabbed my throat and I hiccupped in pure fear.
"Tell me!" He roared.
"You…are not real!" I managed to press out.
"You are a character in the books about Harry Potter!" I squealed as he pressed me down on my knees.
"Books?" Lucius roared in surprise.
"Yes! In my purse! There's a book right there!" Lucius dropped me so quickly I fell forward on my hands. I heard the slightly menacing sound of a weapon being drawn from its sheath. I glanced up and looked straight in to the black tip of his wand. Too real. Just…to real.
"Pick it up. And no tricks." Lucius purred with his dark, accented voice. He almost sounded aristocratic, but the wand, which I knew – technically – to be deadly, left no aristocratic signs in his wake. I moved slowly, not taking my eyes off his. I reached for my purse which had fallen of my shoulder as we had…landed again. With slow motions I pulled out the thick book.
"Here…" I whispered and handed it to him and he snatched it out of my hand without moving his glare. He glanced down at the book once, then a second time. This time his eyes lingered on the cover, with the name and the drawings.
" Look at page 231. Read the first lines." I whispered, still on my knees. Lucius eyed me suspiciously.
"Just do it. It's about…you." I said lowly. Lucius flipped the book open and turned to the right page before turning the wand towards me again. His eyes moved fast as he read the lines involving him and Harry.
"What is this…This really happened!" Lucius exclaimed shocked.
"And that's why I said you're not real. This book, and six more are famous! They were created by a woman called J.K. Rowling, who wrote it all! The last movie was just made as well, which YOU are in! You're not real! You're an actor!" I was getting stressed and just a tad freaked out.
"Well. As you can see…I am very much real." Lucius said darkly and dropped the book loudly on the floor and walked towards me with the wand outstretched. Any closer and he would poke my eye out.
"I don't know how this has come to pass, but these books…these stories, they are true. Harry Potter..." He spat the name, just like I remembered.
"Is an annoying brat who has too much luck." He said annoyed. I had two choices now. To keep analyzing this situation and try to understand what was going on; which would be impossible and mind shattering. Or I could just accept it. But I needed one answer first.
"I need to know that you are real. Do something. With your wand." I said and nodded towards the gleaming, black wood. Lucius cocked an eyebrow.
"Preferably not to me." I said, with a slight smile. Lucius' eyes glittered and he chuckled, like only an evil man could chuckle. He flicked the wand to his right and he said a spell and out of his wand shot fire. Real fire. It took shape of a dragon and it roared as it soared through the room, took a left turn and headed straight towards me. I screamed and curled my head down, protecting it with my hands. Which would be useless. It was fire after all. In the last second, just as I felt the heat hit my hands, the fire evaporated and light moisture drizzled over me. I gasped and sat up, looking around the undamaged room. My hands were wet and my hair was moist. Real. Very real. Lucius stood tall in front of me and sheathed his wand in his cane.
"Real enough for you?" He said and his crooked smile teased me.
"Very…" I whispered with a shaky voice.
"Now, do you mind telling why you have brought me…here? Where is here anyways?" I asked, looking around the room.
"Malfoy Mansion. My home." Lucius snapped.
"And…why have you brought me here?" Lucius' eyes drilled in to me.
"You ask too many questions." He grumbled and grabbed me by the neck, hauling me to my feet.
"Ai! Let go of me!" Now that I'd partially settled with the fact that Lucius Malfoy was real I wouldn't take his rough handling lightly. I slapped his hand away and jerked free.
"I can walk fine on my own." I said, gritting my teeth and staring at him. Lucius seemed to be amused by that.
"Fine. Then walk. But don't expect me to catch you when your legs crumble beneath you." Lucius said carelessly and nudged me forward with the head of his cane. The hissing, silver snake head. We walked through dark, cold stone hallways and at one point we walked across a roofed bridge. The landscape looked Scottish and wild and the weather was grey and almost menacingly quiet. Another hallway and the air seemed to cool more and more for each step we took.
We stopped in front of a massive double door of oak and Lucius pushed them open. The group seated around the long table stretching out in front of me stopped their talking and turned their heads. Lucius had to push me forward to be able to walk at all. Everyone was dressed in black. It was a strange sensation, to recognize the faces I had thought to be actors. This was no movie. This was no dream and this was not acting. I saw Severus Snape. Bellatrix LeStrange. And, slowly rising from his high seat on the far end of the table, right ahead of me.
"Voldemort…!" I gasped and Lucius had been right. My knees buckled by the pure sight of him. But Lucius did, even though he said he wouldn't, discreetly support me from behind.
"Tessa. It is a pleasure to have you amongst us, yet again." Voldemort said with his characteristic, accented hissing voice. He smiled. I think.
"I have never been among you before." I said, sounding strangely calm. Voldemort tipped his head slowly to one side, like a dog listening to his master.
"I didn't tell her, master. I thought you should have the honor." Lucius spoke from behind me, sounding weaker now. I knew he feared Voldemort. Everyone did. In the books and the movies. This was…real. I should be afraid myself.
"What is going on…!" I commanded, my voice shook with desperation now.
"Come to me, child." Voldemort said and I jumped as steps seemed to grow out of the end of the table and down to the floor. I looked at Voldemort and he waited patiently for me to come to him. I took a slow breath.
"Go." I heard Lucius whisper behind me and I saw no other way out of this. I took a trying step up the magically conjured steps and soon enough I was standing on the table. My low heels clicked lowly against the wooden table and I felt everyone's eyes on me as I walked down the freakiest catwalk ever. I stopped in front of Voldemort and he looked up at me, smiling almost proudly.
"Ah yes, proud and strong. I can feel the forces roll in you, restrained by the magical bars once produced." Voldemort whispered hoarsely. He reached up a hand and presented it to me to take. I hesitated, but something in me pulled me to him. I wasn't afraid. I tried to be afraid, but it was strangely impossible. And THAT scared me.
I reached out my hand and placed it in his pale and cold. His fingernails were long, sharp and black, everything a sign of his half-life. He supported me down the steps on his side of the table and he looked down on me.
"You have no memories, do you?" He asked and I shook my head.
"Tessa, you were born Tessa Riddle. My name is Voldemort, but my…given name is Tom Riddle. 26 years ago, before my…impractical meeting with Harry Potter and his parents, I fathered a child with an unwilling muggle. You were the result of that pairing." The words seemed to baffle more than just me. Hushed whispers went through the crowd.
"Silence!" Voldemort roared towards them.
"Yes, it was a muggle and trust me, I am not proud. But this…" Voldemort lifted his hand and brushed the back of his finger down my cheek. A strange and sickening jest, from a man created out of evil.
"This is my proudest doing. It's time to remove your barriers and set your magic free." He whispered and an evil smile crept up on his face.
"No…No you are not my father!" I screamed and stepped backwards, forcing my tears away.
"Ah, but I am. It does not matter how many times you deny it, the bond is still there." Voldemort said calmly.
"Barriara reversus!" In a flash Voldemort had drawn his wand and aimed it at me. The blast sent me flying backwards in to the wall, pinning me halfway up. The blast of green force knocked the wind out of me and I tried to fight it, but there was no getting loose. Something tugged inside me. Yanked at something which finally broke and evaporated like black streaks among the green and they disappeared out in to the air. I felt the final block freed and the green blast disappeared instantly and I crumbled to the floor. I gasped for air, feeling like a ton had been lifted off my chest. I felt fine. Strangely fine. Amazingly fine. I got up with great ease and stood calmly, staring at Voldemort. During the process images had flashed through my head. Of Voldemort. Or Tom Riddle, as I saw him. Of my poor mother. Of me. Of the potential that had been dormant in me. I knew. I had seen. And I felt. Oh boy, did I feel. The Dark Lord's powers rolled in me like wild stallions running along a hillside. Like thunder rolling over the sky, rich with power and terror. I saw everything as Voldemort saw them. No…not Voldemort.
"Father…"