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Chapter Two: Family Affairs.

My eyelids felt heavy, but my heart was racing almost a million miles per hour. It was an abvious hint that I was in some sort of imidate danger, and that made me groan. My groan, however, was answered with long, soft, gentle fingers tracing down my right cheek and taking grip of my chin. The corners of my mouth twitched up into an involuntary smile. "Mom?" I asked quietly, scared I was going to ruin a moment of love that we barley shared anymore.

The hand left my face only to come back hard against my cheek. My eyes flashed open as the narrowed on the blurry object that had dared put their slimy hands on me. As my vision became clear, I realized what my mistake had been. I had forgotten everything that had happened, Merlin knows how long ago, the past day or so. I had come to the Lestranges' Manor, talked to a blande boy and a crazy woman, and watched my mother die. I watched my mother die. Why would I call out her name when I knew that she was no longer in my presence? Why would I call out her name when I knew that it would only bring me pain. Pain. I inwardly slapped myself for even being able to feel such a pospostrious type of thing.

The part of my face that had been slapped was making itself known as it began to sting in an uncomfortable sort of way. My hand tried to move from behind my back to rub my cheek, but my elbows were painfully pushed back together to restrain any type of movement that I make with my arms. My eyes searched around me as my vision became much clearer, but they didn't land on a human face. At least not a face that looked exactly human.

The face was ash white, with a fish like nose, and red slits for eyes. My nose immedinatly scrunched up in disgust as I looked at the thing that stood before me, taking in my apperance. He had a small smile on his lips that made me want to hex him into next month. His hand rose again and touched my cheek in an oddly familiar sort of way. My head tilted against his hand as he cupped my cheek. My insides were turning in an inexplainable type of way, while my face showed nothing but comfort. I was not about to let this person be able to read my every emotion, so I would only give them one at a time, or none at all. Something clicked though as his hand gripped my chin.

"Candice," The man said, "I was beginning to worry that you might never show up." I couldn't read his face and found that, that particular thing seemed to be happening to me a lot since I have been in this place. "What, not happy to see me?" He asked his hand dropping from my face while his eyes darkened in a dangerous way.

"Dunno," I said simply while I tried to shrug my shoulders with my elbows still being pulled together. "I was under the impression that you were supposed to come looking for me, Dad." The sudden anger and bitterness in my tone surprised me. I was supposed to be happy that he was here with me, wansn't I? Weren't we supposed to be bonding and talking about what we have been up to the last seventeen years?

The gasp that came from all around us snapped me out of my thoughts quite quickly. I turned my head slowly from left to right and took in the circle of people that gathered around my father and I. My attention, however, was being demanded when another slap to the face made my eyes flash back to my father.

"You will speak to me in no such tone." He said icily, "No daughter of mine will ever talk to me like that. You will have the utmost respect for Lord Voldemort." As he said his 'name' his chin went higher and he seemed really proud of himself to bare such a title that indicated him anything important.

"Yes father." I said through gritted teeth but was still able to keep a level tone that sounded almost apologetic.

"Now listen, you will receive your mark tonight and be on your way to Hogwarts tomorrow. Bellatric will explain everything to you tonight while Mr. and collect your things." He looked at someone behind me with a menacing look, and then I felt pressure being released from my arms. I rolled my shoulders, trying to get all the feeling back in my arms as I looked my father dead in the eye.

"Whatever you like." I said, sounding a bit defeated, like I had lost a battle that had never even begin.

"Good." Was all he said as he walked away, A short moment after he dissapeared through black double doors, everyone else followed suit. Only four people remained behind and were walking slowly towards me, like they were scared I was going to lash out at them or something. I could just barley make out their black robes and white skull mask in the barley lit room. One of them had removed their mask and had removed their hood from their hood. I almost let out another groad when I saw that it was the same crazy women I had encounted shortly after talking to the blonde boy.

"My dear, let me show you to your room." She said as she walked closer towards me. Just from taking a quick glance at her I could see how weak a person she truly was. Her eyes. That's how I knew she was weak. Her eyes showed pure excitement that she was internally trying to cover up. This only angered me for some reason and I couldn't help the tantrum I truly wanted to throw at the moment.

"You bint!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Okay, so I could control the tanturm but, why would I? "You attacked me in a hallway, left me, and then attacked me again." I screamed while I flung my arms in ever direction. "Why would you bloody expect me to go anywhere with you?" I asked, reining in some of my anger and throwing a smirk at her.

"M-My lady, I am truly sorry for my action. I, however, did not know who you were and I was only trying to protect my master – your father." Her voice sounded sincier and her eyes showed self loathing for her actions. She was completley and utterly weak and It almost made me sick. "I can show you to your room now, dear." She added sweetly as her eyes flashed back to mine. Without waiting for my reply, her hand shot out and took hold of mine. She dragged me across the room and away from the other three people that were standing with her. "Sorry about this." She said as she quickly turned around and covered my eyes with her hands.

"Get-"I was beginning to scream

"-Shhh, it's alright. I am taking you to your room; I just can't let you roam the halls, so you can't know where you are." She said in my ear.

After a few minutes later we stopped walking so that she could whisper something. There was a click and then a few more steps before I was being pushed down onto something soft.

"Now," The women said as she removed her hand from my face. "I wanted to wish you good luck tonight and tell you how much of an honor It is. I, however, know that I will say no such thing to you because, well, you are the daughted of the Dark Lord. You should already know how important this is." The women said as she walked back to the door from the bed she had sat me on. With one last finial glace my way, she closed and locked the door from the outside.

My mind couldn't quite grip anything that seemed to be going on and was starting to give me a headache. Getting up from my posistion on the bed, I walked over the the closest wall and started punching it with all the anger I had inside me.

'Of course my father is some Dark Wizard.' My mind was racing as I threw another punch at the wall. 'Of course my father is forcing me into things when I just met him.' Another fist hit the wall. 'Of course my father was shipping her off somewhere that my mother never wanted me to go to.' Another few more punches against the wall were all I could take. Stepping back from the wall, I looked at my knuckles and could see some were bleeding while on the other ones skin was starting to peel off.

A click and the creak of the door was all it took to know that I wasn't alone. Squshing my eyelids closed I turned slowly, whishing for all that was holy that it wasn't Bellatrix again. My eyes opened slowly and then snapped open when I saw that it most deffinatly was not Bellatrix standing at my door.

"I have to help clean you up." Blonde boy's voice sounded resentful and she couldn't help but sneer at that look of hatred that he held in his eyes towards her.

"I am clean." I snapped, wanting to be alone so that I could punch more things. I didn't like that he was glaring at me openly, and I ecspecially did not like his choice of words. 'Clean you up', what the bloody hell was that supposed to mean? I was pretty positive I wasn't covered in dirt or anything else for that matter.

"I ment," The blonde boy said through his teeth while his fist balled up and his eyes hardened. "That I am supposed to get rid of that ungodly hair, those ghastly clothes, and actually make you look like you are somewhat important-"

"I am important." I shouted as I sprinted across the room with my fist held high. Once I was only a few inches away from him, my fist flew towards his jaw. As my fist was about to conect with what was supposed to be his face, ended up being crushed in his hand.

"You will never lay a hand on me." His voice was so low and vicious that it sent a shiver up my spine. I, however, was never the type of girl to back down and raised my left hand and slapped his cheek with all the force I could muster. He didn't drop my fist or even grab his now red cheek that was probably seering with pain. All he did was glare at me with even more hatred that I even though was possible. Keeping my face uncaring, I never let my eyes drop from his, scared that it would show some sign of weakness if I did.

"I will do whatever the bloody hell-"All the wind that had been inside my lungs immedinatly left my body. My head snapped up and then rebounded off the wall with a sickening crack. My back slumped and i slid down the wall so that I was now in a sitting posistion. When I looked up, blonde boy's eyes were staring into mine. He grabbed a fistfull of my hair and yanked it until I was standing back up in front of him. His hands shot up and went to my shoulders, pressing me back up against the wall. My first instinct was to spit in his face, but I found that to dangerous since I was pinned against the wall and figured that would only bring me further pain. My head went to the right side as I received my second slap of the night. It was so much more painfull and had a lot of force behind it than the first one I had received from my father did though.

Tears were threatening to show in my eyes and I had to fight them down before I showed any sign of weakness. You are not weak. You are not weak. I chanted to myself over and over again, needing to self motivate myself.

The door opened with a click and a creak, and that was all the distraction I needed. Blonde boy's head turned to see who had entered and then fell to the ground from the knee to his groan I had just sent him. Without paying attention to the person standing at the door, I ran towards the bed to retreave my wand. As I turned with my wand in my right hand, I had the need to kill him. To see him die. Why would he ever put his hands on me? I was a lady, and he was a man. There was a big diffrence when to came to whom should be receiving the slaps.

"Stupefy." I all but screamed at the top of my lungs. With a flick of my wrist combined with the words, a jet of blue light shot out of my wand and consumed the blonde boy, freezing him from where he lay in pain on the floor. "No one touches me." I said with a smirk on my face, happy that I was able to show that I could hold my own against a man.

"I know I never will." Said a voice from the door. My jaw almost dropped at the sight of yet another blonde boy standing inside the frame of my door. I was at a loss for words and really didn't know what to do. When I raised my wand to him, he put his hands up as a sign that he surrendurs. "That's my father. Slimy git, I know." His explaination didn't really fit for the fact that they looked the same age.

Blonde boy, that wasn't frozen, walked over to the blonde boy, which was frozen, and opened a flask. He got down on his knees "Here we go." He said in an almost bored tone as he dumped the contents of the flask into the frozen bodys' mouth. Instantly the body transformed into an older, uglier, version of the realy blonde boy. The man was still frozen with his long blonde hair in almost every direction. The real blonde boy murmered something under his breath, and the body of the imposter began to float. I knew that he needed to keep his concentration in order to be able to continue to keep the body floating, so I just stepped out of his way as he exited through the door.

Running over to the door, I slammed it shut and started punching it. This was way to much to be able to take in all in one day. Just, everything that had happened today made me feel drained and unsure about what may lie ahead in the future. My head snapped up, only to see my reflection in a wall length mirror on the furthest wall from the door. Something about my reflection didn't seem right and that seemed to put me on edge.

So I did the only thing I could think of doing when my own reflection seemed to tick me off. I let all the magic I had unside my system and let it burst out of me like a gush of wind. The impact accomplished what I had wanted to be done in the first place, but not without a price to be paid for my carless use of wandless magic.

The wall length mirror shattered into a million pieces that were flying everywhere from the minute my magic touched the glass. A few pieces slit my arms, but I was still to stunned from my shear stupidty to try and protect myself. More pieces were coming in my direction and I still had not make a move to prevent it. Something else hit me though, that send me across the room with my face pressing against what used to be a wall length mirror. I groaned from the pain and tried to push myself off the wall so I could observe what the hell just happened to me. The moment I turned my back, I was pushed right back up against the wall with my arms above my head. I could feel the left over glass still attachted to the wall digging into my back and arms.

"Who are you?" The real blonde boy asked. Didn't we just establish this not even a half-hour ago?

"Who are you, because for some reason you just seem to be popping up everywhere." I tried to break my arms free so I could wave them around for dramatic effect, but he just simply wouldn't allow that.

"Draco." He stated with a smirk almost worthy of my own plastered on his face.

"Draco who?" I would not settle for just his first name, I wanted more information and I would get it from him.

"Draco Malfoy." His eyes hardend and he started down at me. It was moments like these that I hated being as short as I was. The blonde boy seemed at least 6'0 while I stood at a mere 4'11. Pathetic if you ask me, really.

"And who do you think-"He cut me off by pouring contents inside a flask into my open mouth. Spitting it out wasn't an option because he was able to capture both my wrist and close my mouth so that I wouldn't be able to spit out the liquid. Deciding that it was just better to swallow it, since I would have been dead already if it was a poison, I just glared at him as I gulped loudly.

He stared at me with an odd look in his eyes that I couldn't seem to place. After a few minutes he seemed satisfied and released me. When I pushed myself off the wall I let out a small cry of agnoy that I was really hoping that he hand't heard. He did however and I knew I would have to punish myself later for making myself look weak in front of someone. His face looked confused and then turned to a sort of pained expression when he saw the state my body and clothes must have been in. Looking down at myself now, I probably had the same expression on. My arms were covered in blood from various cut, my shirt and jeans had rips and blood stains on them, and I could still feel glass shards in my back. My face must have been a disaster from the fight I had eralier with his imposter because I could still feel the stinging on my cheek that I received from him.

Draco walked closer to me and reached out a hand towards me only to let it fall limply back to his side. "Let me help you." I was ready to decline the offer with some witty remarke, but found myself exhausted and wanting all the help I could get. "Here." He led me over back to my King sixed bed with green pillows and green comforter, and set me down. He quickly healed my legs all the way up to my neck in a matter of minutes. "I will make a potion for the bruises later." He promised at his eyes scanned for other injuries. "Does anything else hurt?" He asked as he looked up and locked eyes with me. I nodded my head and rolled over so that I was lying on my stomach. His sharp intake of breath obviously ment that my back didn't look so good.

The bed sunk in a little when his knees were on each side of me and he slowly started to lift up my shirt.

Pain. So much more pain than I have ever felt in my entire life. I screamed at the top of my lungs as he gently tried to take my blouse off. I didn't know what was causing me so much pain, but it needed to be stopped. I tried to throw Draco off, but he just sat on my bum and continues to pry the shirt off me.

"Sh, sh, it will be okay." He cooed, close to my ear in a soft voice. My arms eventually worked their way out of my shirt and then stilled, waiting for him to get rid of my pain. He murmerd some numbing spell and touched the tip of his wand to my back so that I couldn't feel him extracing pieces of glass from my back.

"Are you one of them too?" I asked softly as his fingertips touched my back.

"Yes." He said just above a whisper.