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Previously:

"Thank you captain obvious." Malfoy sneer at Nott. "Zambini and Nott, come with me. Let's go check the new neighbors." The three hott Slytherins set off to see the supposed muggles. Crabbe and Goyle completely oblivious that their so-called friends were missing. They looked in the first story into the den, finding three people about to have a heated conversation.

"This is going to be interesting." Nott murmured.

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"Honey, are you going to talk or just pace a hole into the ground." Trinity was pissed and when she was pissed she paced.

"Am I a pureblood?"

"Yes."

"Am I anything else?"

"Well, that's a complicated question. You have the blood of an enchantress from both sides, making you a very powerful witch."

"Oh. Why would you lie to me for the passed 17 years of my life telling me I was a half-blood and I was really a pureblood?"

"Honey, it was for your protection."

"What were you protecting me from?"

"Everything to do with our families."

"What do you mean?"

"Mainly our family is going to be a big part of the war coming."

"What war?"

"The war between the light and dark, basically it's like war between the Whites against the Malfoys." Trinity groaned. Draco's eyes went wide at the mention of his name.

"But how the hell does this have to do with my family? What does it have to do with me? I'm barely a White and I'm not some Malfoy." She shouted in her mother's face and she knew it was over then, especially when she saw her father's face.

"Richelle, will you leave me and my daughter for a moment?" He hissed, though his glare never left Trinity's face. Richelle left, not a happy camper, she knew what was coming.

Stratton grabbed Trinity by the neck pushing her into the wall, her head hitting the rough stone for the second time that day.

"You will never talk to your mother with that tone again, is that understood?"

"Yes sir." She tried to gasp. He let go of her.

"Now you do know I have to punish you for your lateness, you were late by three minutes. I shall give you the curse for three minutes. Crucias." Those three minutes seem to take a life time, but Trinity was use to it. She got up quickly. This shocked the boys. If they had that done to them, they would still be on the ground for another half an hour afterwards.

"So are you going to tell me what that Lucius Malfoy was doing to you today?" Instantly Trinity hid her wrists behind her back, hiding the bruises he had given. Draco's eyes went wide as he looked behind her, trying to see what she was hiding. He saw the bruises and now knew they were from his father. She looked out the window and she saw a streak of silver blond hair fly by. 'What the hell?' She thought. She was going to check it out.

"Father, I have to use the restroom. I'll be right back." She walked out and found herself in the gardens. There still by the window were three out of the five boys she passed earlier, the three hott one. She took a glance in the window and saw that her father wasn't in the den anymore. She took out her wand and put a jelly legs hex on all three of them. She watched them fall limp. She approached them.

"You know, you really shouldn't spy on people." She said smirking. She started walking away, but right before she was out of there view she undid her hexes on them and then set off to her room. They were speechless.

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As the three boys walked back to Malfoy Manor, it was silent, till Zambini broke it.

"Okay, who thought that girl was hott?"

"I sure did." Nott said.

"Malfoy, do you?" Blaise asked.

"Oh, um…sure." Draco was to busy thinking about what that family was talking about between the Whites and the Malfoys. He has to ask his father about it. Trinity, however, was calm now and thought this whole thing will eventually disappear. She took a nap on her bed, in till she was awaken by voices in the garden. She recognized the hiss type voice of her Uncle Tom.

She looked out the window and saw her Uncle talking to a masked man. She ran down the stairs and ran into the garden, slowing before she approached him, noticing the masked man took off his mask and now she was staring into the gray eyes of Lucius Malfoy for the second time that day. She chose to ignore him.

"Uncle, what a pleasant surprise."

"My dear, Trinity, where is my hug?" Trinity would always give him hugs when he lived with her family. She just gave them to him out of pity, because he was one that looked like he didn't get many. She gave him what he asked for. Lucius never seen anyone ever touch Voldemort, let alone hug him. He realized he messed with the wrong girl today.

"Now Trinity, have you met Lucius Malfoy yet?" Malfoy gave her a death glare.

"Yes, Uncle, I have."

"I see. Well, how has your birthday been?"

"Good. I receive a new car."

"One of those muggle things, right? Well I hope it is nothing but the best. I will not have my niece driving in anything less than the best."

"It is the best. So what are you doing here uncle?"

"Well I came here to celebrate your birthday. Here is your present. "Trinity was given a ring.

"Since you are the last heir of Slytherin, you get the ring of power. I am officially marking you the most powerful witch. Do a spell. Hmm…better yet put the cruciatus curse on Lucius." Malfoy looked scared. He knew the effects on the ring and he was sure that he didn't want to be the one targeted at by the ring bearer. Trinity wasn't one that would do that curse to someone, for she knew how it felt as she got it for about the billionth time in her life today. She just stood there, as if she was an idiot.

"Do it Trinity, make me proud. Do it as revenge, he shouldn't have touched you like that today. He shouldn't have touched you at all, right. Lucius, you should really use your occlumency skills. My niece here is better at occlumency than you and she is seventeen. That's really sad." Lucius was really scared now. Trinity could tell by the way he would flitch every time she would move.

"Uncle, I really don't think that is necessary." Lucius looked grateful for a second.

"Oh, it's necessary. Do it, or shall I?" Trinity knew she would save Lucius's life if she did the curse, but she still didn't want him dead at her hand and her Uncle was one that would kill him.

"Okay, I'll do it. I'll do it. How long do I do it?"

"Do it till I tell you to stop."

"You know father isn't going to be happy."

"Well I'm not happy that he does the curse on you. Now just do it."

"Alright, cruico!" Trinity turned away from the shrieking Lucius as she could hear his head banging against the brick path of the garden. She kept her wand on him as she flinched away. Voldemort noticed.

"Girl, concentrate on your victim. Never look away from it. Do the curse with emotion which makes it the most powerful. Keep going till I see true emotion." She threw as much emotion she could muster till she was sure that you could hear Lucius's screams could be heard next door.

"You can stop now." She stopped instantly after 25 minutes of the curse. She felt really bad right now and she was kinda pissed that her father wasn't here to stop her earlier, even if she would get punished for cursing someone, she would gladly take her father's cruico instead of inflict it.

Lucius looked like a bloody pulp. She wanted to puke. She never wanted to do that to a person ever. His once white blond hair was blood red; his once perfect face was scratched badly. His ribs had to be broken. He couldn't even stand. She started to walk to him.

"Trinity, leave him. The house elves will take care of him. Come inside now." Voldemort walked in swiftly, leaving her and Lucius outside.

"I know you won't probably forgive me, but I'm very sorry about what happen tonight. I wouldn't have done it on my free will, I hope you understand. I'm truly sorry."

"Trinity, come." Voldemort hissed. She quickly ran inside, not looking back at Lucius. Voldemort was getting greeted by her father.

"Hello Stratton. Where's that traitor wife of yours?"

"She is not a traitor; she is just not evil like you. And she is out."

"What a pity."

"So are you going to mourn about my wife that you absolutely despise not being here or are you going to get to the point why you are here?"

"What, no brotherly love. I feel so hated here. Do you hate me Trinity?" He turned towards Trinity, expectantly.

"Of course not, Uncle."

"Good. Now are you going to tell your father what I got you for your birthday?"

"He got me a ring."

"The ring of Slytherin?" Voldemort nodded his head yes.

"Very impressive. Trinity, you must never lose it, is that understood?

"Yes, father."

"So, brother, is there any other reason for your appearance at my home?"

"Of course, about Trinity's future."

"What about my future?" Trinity blurted out.

"Wait your turn to speak out. I taught you better." Snapped her father. Trinity fought the urge to stick out her tongue like a 5 year old.

"Your future, my dear, is very important to me. I want to be able to talk to you when ever I like. You are the only one I care for, even more that my lousy brother over there," Voldemort chuckled "would you like to be one of my supporters?"

"Supporters for what?" She was clueless. What was her uncle talking about?

"Supporter of the Dark Arts, of course. You have the privilege to become a death eater right here, right now. Do you want to be a death eater?" Trinity started putting the puzzle pieces together.

"Wait death eaters are what people call the supporters of lord…" Then it clicked in her brain like a light, "that makes you lord…you're Lord Voldemort!"

"Yes, he is me." He said calmly as if he knew she had no clue what was really going on in her family. She fell to the ground, weeping.

"Wow, I feel left out, like I was locked in a closet for my whole life. This is too much for me to take in today. First I find out that I'm a pureblood, and that my parents lied to me for seventeen year, then that I'm pretty much half enchantress, whatever that is, and now I find out that my uncle is a crazed lunatic who takes enjoyment in purifying the wizarding race and killing muggles and muggle-borns for fun, no offence." She looked up to the older ma\en, her family, as they look down on her.

"No offence is taken. May I suggest you go to bed now, it is about 10:00pm now and it sound like you had a long day?"

"Thank you. It was nice seeing you again. I appreciate the experience you taught me tonight. Goodbye Uncle and Goodnight father." She hugged her uncle quickly and headed up to her room, when her head hit the pillow, she was gone in her calm dream world.

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Lucius stumbled to his home on the road after the Slytherin's house elves bandaged him. He had never been in so much pain in his life. When he got to the door, he collapsed and was caught by the butler who opened it.

"Master Lucius, are you alright?" Lucius couldn't talk properly but he could mumble. He said something along the lines of 'does it look like I'm alright'. The butler conjured up a stretcher and sent in to Lucius's room. Then he sent a house elf to get a healer and another house elf to get Narcissa and Draco.

The healer was there before the family was and had Lucius talking properly. He had healed all the scratches and put ointment on the sore body parts. He had also healed the giant cut on the back of Lucius's skull and gave him a blood replenishing potion to make up from all the blood he lost. Even though he was almost healed he still looked horrible. Narcissa was the first one there and when she saw him, she broke down crying. She had to be escorted out and she ran into Draco in the hallway.

"That bad, huh?" She sobbed and shook her head yes as the butler walked her to her room. Draco walked in and almost threw up at how ghastly his father looked.

"What happened father?" Draco asked as he sat in a chair beside his bed.

"I made a mistake."

"Did the Dark Lord order this?"

"Yes, I underestimated her. She is as powerful as him, perhaps more powerful."

"Bellatrix?" She was the only female death eater that he knew about.

"No, way more powerful than that bitch."

"Who father?"

"The Dark Lord's niece." Then he passed out. Draco sat there for a few moments, thinking. He didn't know that the dark lord had a niece; honestly he didn't know Voldemort had any family at all. This was interesting. Tomorrow he would have to ask about this rival he had no idea about. He went to bed in a wondering state.

Lucius was in a coma for three days and stayed in bed for the next two. He was on his feet and back to work by the next Saturday. This was an opportunity for Draco to ask his father about the rival. Draco walked to his father's office. He was not a happy camper, his father.

"Father?"

"What?" He said sharply.

"I have a question about our family history." Lucius looked up.

"What is it?"

"Do the Malfoys have any rivals?"

"Funny thing you ask. Yes, we do. Why do you ask?"

"I just something about it in Hogsmeade, who are our rivals?"

"The family of the Whites. Now leave, I'm a busy man." Okay, well that didn't help Draco much.