Chapter 9
Hello! Double post! Yay Yay! This chapter has quite a lot of terrible parenting (and some crutiatus curse) so if you don't like, don't read.
(actually, please read!)
A story doesn't live if no-one is there to listen ~ J K Rowling
Elsa stared in surprise at the girl in front of her, taking in her curly black hair and searching black eyes. She looked so much like Bellatrix that it was freaky, but her eyes were kind and she had no obvious madness. She looked … normal.
"Be careful." was all the girl said.
Elsa started to open her mouth when the girl interrupted.
"No. Really. Be careful. He wants both of us to be his next death eaters, when we turn sixteen. I would try to get disowned but my mother was so... horrible. She would kill me without a second thought if she knew which house I was in, and that I was dating a muggleborn. I guess you are lucky. Your father is mad but much more … sane. My mother was mental. Murderous. Evil. Be the worst pure-blood ever, oh and, by the way, George Weasley likes you. If you date him you will be able to not be a death eater. Remember that, Elsa."
Elsa looked at the girl and smiled, nodding quietly as the train drew into the platform. As she stepped out of the train a smiling face greeted her as her little brother came flying into the girl, knocking her backwards into Alencidesia who nodded at her and walked on. Draco stopped and scowled at Elsa.
"You are very naughty Elsa. Daddy is very angry." Draco replied stiffly.
Elsa grinned, but her grin faltered when she caught sight of her father, who was glowering at her like she was dirt on the bottom of his shoe.
"Elsie!" came a loud voice from behind her.
Elsa turned to see Alicia running towards her and engulfing her in a huge hug.
"Angie has already left, Lee too, Fred and George are just over there," She looked solemn, "You'd better owl or I will kill you. Murder you, seriously, especially George, he's seriously worried about you accidentally falling out a window...again."
Elsa giggled before returning the hug and walking back to her family. She knew if she said anything she would burst out crying. Her father glared at her before grabbing her arm and side-along apparating her to Malfoy Manor.
"Crucio." he muttered.
The pain was unbearable. Her head and body felt powerless, like she was dying, her mother was screaming, Draco too. Lucius Malfoy grinned at the sight of his blood traitor daughter writhing in pain.
"Elsa Andromeda Bellatrix Black. We are very disappointed in you. Is it even possible for you too sink ANY lower. That... girl. She wasn't even pure-blood. And Weasley? WEASLEY?" he roared, oblivious to the fact that his daughter was crying. She stopped crying for a second and started him in the face.
"You called me Elsa Black. MY NAME IS ELSA MALFOY? WHAT ELSE ARE YOU HIDING FROM ME?" she bellowed.
Lucius recoiled. This was his biggest secret. Only the adults in the family knew.
"YOU ARE NOT MY DAUGHTER!" He screamed, unable to hold back the anger inside of him. "ELSA ANDROMEDA BELLATRIX MALFOY IS NOT EVEN YOUR NAME."
Elsa stared at him. "So... w-what is my n-name?"
"You." he said with spite, "Your name is Elsa Andromeda Tulip Black. You have no place in this house. Get out. GET OUT!"
Elsa didn't look back, she ran out. She didn't know where to go. She just ran. She was not a Malfoy. She was a Black.
"So," she thought, "Who are my parents? Regulus is dead so my father is...Sirius Black?"
Questions ran through her head. She just ran, she had no idea where she was running until she came across a house. The house was tall, very very tall and shaped like a funny castle. There was a sign outside of it. It read Home of Xenophilius Lovegood, editor of the Quibbler. Elsa sighed a sigh of relief. A wizards home. She knocked on the door and a little nine year old girl answered the door.
"Hello! I'm Luna Lovegood, can I help you?"
