The God Daughter
By Dog-Demon-Emiko
Chapter 10: The God of Chaos Strikes Agian
Dumbledore apperated without warning into the Minestry of magic holding both Death Eaters by the scruffs of their clothes. He tossed them down carelessly and looked around the empty room. A small house elf came bustling through the door. He quickly bowed his head and asked Dumbledore if he could be of service.
"Collect the Minester of Magic. Tell him it's Albus Dumbledore and it's urgent," he said firmly. The elf bowed and with a snap of his fingers disappeared.
It wasn't until then that Dumbledore realized his heartbeat was estatic; that fear and anxiety gripped his heart and very soul. The fact that Kyra, little Kyra, was at the mercy of Voldemort terrified and infuriated him. The only thing that he could have confidence in was that she was not going to be killed since Voldemort needed her. But what was going to happen to her instead was far, far worse. Kyra had always been able to acknowledge what the telling had in store for her, but no one else had, espcially Harry.
Harry...
He would have to be told., but how? He would be furious, but no one would be able to deliver such information to him but Dumbledore. The Order would need to be notified also...
The door opened and in came the elf and the Minester of Magic, Cornelious Fudge. He was in a green night robe with matching slippers and white sox.
"Dumbledore, what is the meaning of this? It couldn't wait until morning?" he asked, then looked over Dumbledore's shoulder to see the spell-bound Death Eaters. "What-?"
"Please, sit Cornelious. This is about Kyra Potter," Dumbledore's voice sounded normal but his face was grave and serious.
"Potter? What happened?" he asked as he took a seat at the table.
"She's been captured by Voldemort, and she must be retrived ASAP."
"Does he want something in return? Why would he just take her?" Fudge asked, and Dumbledore found himself losing his record patience.
"It's a telling now over 16 years old about Kyra. Long story short she is destined to have Voldemort's child, and that child will be the end." Fudge looked at Dumbledore as if he were playing a joke.
"Come now Dumbledore, an infant can't be 'the end'. It would take years for that child to even learn how to use a wand-"
"I'm MUCH more concerned about Kyra's ill being than the child learning magic!" Dumbledore yelled, his temper flaring "She'll be raped! I want to find her and get her out of there now!" Fudge looked as though he had just been slapped. He looked from the face of probably the most powerful wozard of the time and to the floor.
"Calling upon aurors at this hour Dumbledore-"
"These two are Death Eaters, Malfoy and Bellatrix. Bellatrix is dead, and Malfoy is binded. Send him to Azkaban immediatly and then arrange something for Bellatrix. I'll be back later to check on your progress. Good day," Swiftly he left and disaperated as soon as he entered the hallway.
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As susal Harry, Ron, and Hermione were eating breakfast in the Great Hall; as usual, the middle of the winter meant lots of homework because there was no Quidditch; and as usual, Harry and Ron were up late last night trying to finish it all in time. Ron was sleeping on his arm, a piece of toast halfway in his mouth, and Harry's head was very close to dropping into his porridge.
"What have you done Potter?" someone hissed from behind him. Harry blinked groggily and turned around. Malfoy, his face white with fury, was standing behind him with Crabbe and Gyole.
"What are you-?"
"My mother just sent me a letter saying that my father is in Azkaban. When she heard about it your name came up. What. Did. You. Do?" he said slowly, moving closer. By now Ron had awakened and taken the soggy bread from his mouth.
"Back off Malfoy, Harry's been in school obviously. What makes you think he's done anything?" Hermione asked, looking up from the Daily Prophet. A sick smile suddenly crossed Malfoy's face.
"Oh, so maybe it was your sister that sent my father to Azkaban then," Malfoy's teasing tone of voice made the three of them look to him with loathing and suspision. "Maybe they finally silenced her and gave her to the Dark Lord. Everyone knows what will happen if the Dark Lord gets his hands on her. Who knows, maybe he's fucking her brains out right now?" Harry jumped up suddenly, pushing the bench back and catching the attention of several students. Ron made a grab for his sleeve but Harry ripped his arm from his grasp.
"You'll shut it Malfoy or else," Harry growled, looking Draco dead into the eyes.
"Everyone knows about her destiny for her to be the Dark Lord's whore you know-" he could say no more for Harry's fist connected hard with his jaw. Malfoy fell backwards as Crabbe and Gyole looked on stupidly. Harry jumped over the bench and drew back his fist to aim for his nose, but something stopped him. He looked up to see McGonagall with her wand pointed at him. She was the one who captured his hand with a spell.
"POTTER! What on Earth do you think your doing? My office, now!" she screamed. "You two, get him to the Hospital Wing. Oh, stop your moaning Malfoy, you'll be fine." Harry stomped off without a word as soon as McGonagall took the spell off his hand. His heart had only calmed down the tinest bit by the time he got to the office of his Head of House. "Muggle dueling? What-"
"He made fun of Kyra, he said he hoped that Voldemort was raping her because his father is in Azkaban," Harry seethed. McGonagall gapped at him as if he had just told her a family member died.
"As bad as that is, it gives you no excuse to..." Harry stopped listening to her. He hadn't spoken to Kyra since the week after Christmas. It was now mid January, and he didn't even know where she was. He wasn't allowed to send her letters to keep her address hidden. But Malfoy was in Azkaban, what could've happened? His scar hadn't been burning, only tingling a bit. But with all the activity it was becoming normal.
"Where is she now?" Harry suddenly asked. He must've inturrupted McGonagall, for she asked to repeat the question, and he did.
"You 'ought to go see the Headmaster Potter, only he can tell you that. Tell him I sent you, the password is Lemon Twisters." Harry left, not giving McGonagall the time of day. A sinking feeling was in the pit of his stomache and he didn't like it one bit.
The Entrance Hall suddenly seemed longer then it should have been. He broke into a run after taking three steps from McGonagall office. He ran to the gargoyle and almost shouted the password at it, making it jump aside quickly. He didn't even wait for the staircase to take him to the door, he skiped the steps and tried not to pound on the door. Instead of calling the him to answer the door, Dumbledore answered it himself.
"Harry? What are you doing here at this time. You should be at breakfast." Dumbledore looked him over and sensed his distress. "Come in," he beckoned. He could only hope that Harry hadn't found out what happened.
"Sir, I just wanted to ask you how Kyra was," there was an akward pause. "I mean, I haven't talked to her in a while and all, and-"
"Harry, I have rather upsetting news about your sister," Dumbledore said gravely. He forced himself to look into Harry's urgent face. "She fled from the home in America and somehow got to Lonon. There she was ambushed and kidnapped," Dumbledore almost heard Harry's heart drop and his breathing stop.
"When? Is she alright? Who was she ambushed by? Wha-"
"Harry please, it's been a long night for everyone. Why don't you go get your breakfast and-"
"Professor," Harry begged and pleaded silently to all that was holy that he was wrong, but he had to say it. "Was it Voldemort and his Death Eaters?" Dumbledore said nothing, he only nodded his head.
"Harry-" Dumbledore started, but the distraught teen would have nothing of that.
"What happened? You said you could protect her! You promised me and her that you could!" he screamed. His voice cracked with his desperation.
"Harry we tried, but you know how your sister is-"
"So your saying she did it on her own then?" Harry accused wildly.
"No Harry, never. But we both know that Kyra can stay caged only for so long. There was no way she was going to stay in hiding."
"So why didn't you let her come here? She could've been here safe!"
"Because Voldemort has already proven that he is very capable of breaching Hogwarts's walls Harry, the last thing I wanted was his two targets in one place." The firm tone in Dumbledore's voice snapped Harry out of his own rage a little. They stared at eachother for a moment before Dumbledore continued. "I have contacted the Minestry and all of my personal allies including the Order to search for her whereabouts. Finding Kyra is priority number one right now." Harry scoffed and looked disgustingly as the floor.
"Yeah? Well her saftey should have been priority number one a long time ago," He stood abrubtly and left, no longer wanting to be in Dumbledore's presence. He skipped the remainder of breakfast along with his Herbology, double Potions, and Transfiguration class, and stayed in Gryffindor tower. He didn't know how long it was as he stared out the window from the boys tower in deep thought. All he knew was that the beel for lunch rang and his stomace was rumbleing. He was very tempted to dine in the Great Hall but then remebered that the Staff table would be full of all but one: Hargid. He had just enetered his hut agian as a third year class left for lunch. Quickly snatching his oer cloack from his bed he ran out the tower, through the school, and across the grounds to his half-giant friend's hut.
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When she awaoke she felt deathly exhaugsted. Her vision took a second to clear of white dots before she could see where she was. It looked like a stone basment, or a dungeon, but a very nice one at that. When she stood she noticed that something heavy was on her wrists, ankles, and neck. They looked uch like the same gold shakels that the Elder had told her to put on. Surely she hadn't been captured by Elders? Kneeling, she touched the floor in attempts to run her powers of Earth through the stone to get a picture of where she was. But she found that her power would not leave her skin. She made a mistake by using more force, which resulted in the shackles burning her wrist. She was binded.
Across the room was a staricase and a door on top, no doubt locked. As she moved towards it she noticed that chains sounded behind her. Hoping she was wrong, she tunred to see a heavy chain rope connected to the wall from the shakle on her neck. Her heartbeat sped up and her breathing increased. She pulled on the chain and looked at the length, it was about 3 feet long at the max. She was trapped. Her heart pounded so hard it hurt, and her hands began to shake. She was starting to have an anxiety attack which would probably result in a seizure.
The door swung open and hit the wall with a loud BANG, scaring Kyra beyond reason. She tried to calm herself down and school her face, but all she managed was a deer-in-headlights look. "Ahh," someone said with satisfaction "atleast I have you." Kyra knew who that slithering voice belonged too, she had nightmares about it a few years back. She looked sqaure into his face to see the end of her innocence in front of her, and her face turned cold.
Behind Voldemort were two Death Eaters, both who were looking at her with hunger, and a smaller woman who wore no robe or mask. "Half-breed," Voldemort hissed, the small woman flinched. "Bath her and change her before bringing her to my chambers. Make no mistakes," With that Voldemort left, taking only one Death Eater with him.
"Come child," the small witch summoned. The Death Eater unkooked her from the wall and walked behind her with the chain in hand. Kyra should have guessed that now that he had her he was not letting go.
She followed the woman into a large bathroom where a large tub was awaiting with soapy water. Fresh towels were sitting on a stool along with shampoo and conditioner. The woman made a motion for her to get into the tub but Kyra refused.
"There's no way I'm undressing with him in here," she growled defiently. If Voldemort wanted her she was going to make dam sure no one else saw her. Before the samll woman could say anything, the Death Eater removed the hood and mask.
"I'm a woman you little bitch, and you won't be making any demands around here. Now get in!" she yelled with a snap of the chain. Kyra gagged as the heavy chain pulled back on her throat and growled defiently. The woman raised her blonde brows and stared hard with her green eyes. "You can either undress yourself or I will do it for you!" she yelled, her eys burning with her insanity. Kyra had no choice, she would not allow the womans evil hands to touch her, but that didn't mean she wouldn't piss the woman off a bit.
She removed her shirt as slowly as possible, taking her time to fold it properly and put it neatly on the floor. She did the same with her pants and tried to act disappointed when she found a hole in them.
"The Dark Lord does not like to be kept waiting," the Death Eater growled. With a flick of her wand she caused Kyras undergarments to vanish.
"Hey!" she protested.
"You won't be needing those anymore, don't fret," the Death Eater grinned. Kyra was a beautiful girl with a B sized chest and round bottom. Her skin was pale and flawless except for a few scrathes here and there from a week of being on the run; she had nothing to be ashamed of. But the fact that her beauty was going to waste by Voldemort defiling her body made her cover herself up with her hands and climb into the tub. The Death Eater used her wand to bind the chain to the tub to prevent Kyra's escape and sat by the door. The small woman sat behind her and proceeded to wash her thick hair. Kyra wished the woman good luck, for when her hair gets wet it curls tremendouly and becomes quickly tangled, which is why she always washes her hair in the shower and not in the bath.
It took a good 30 minutes to wash her hair and untangle it. By the time the woman was done her hair was still curled but nevertheless clean. Kyra proceeded to wash herself quickly, not liking the fact that the Death Eater was still watching her, and was handed a towel by the small woman to dry off with. When she was dry and her hair was pinned up she was given clothes to wear. She felt disgusted as she thought of the reasons why Voldemort would take pleasure in seeing her in nothing but a short white silk nightgown, that accented her breasts and hips and stopped just below her butt. She was given a long robe the same color and material as her gown to put over it, and wanted to growl at the fact that his symbol was on the back of it. Her hair was untied and was let fall down her back, reaching her waist in a cascade of red curls.
"Let's go," The Death Eater commanded. The small woman led the way with the Death Eater behind her once agian. When ever Kyra wasn't walking fast enough for her liking, she was hit on the small of her back with the chain.
"Stop it! I can't go any faster!" She growled finally. The Death Eater hit her firmly on the back of her head, nearly making a tear in her eye.
"Don't presume to command me," she growled "I'm your gaurd until you are no longer needed, and she is your caretaker. You will call me Mrs. Davis, and her Ms. Clover, understood?" Kyra said nothing, as they had arrived at the room. Ms Clover knocked and awaited for the dor to be opened. A tiny man who resembled a rat beckoned them in, giving Kra a once over. Baring her teeth she hissed at him like a daranged cat, making him run out the room, and earning herself a yank on the chain. Ms. Clover and Davis had dropped to their knees, and Davis had pulled on the chain so hard she was flat on the floor.
"Master, we have done as you asked," Clover and Davis said in unison. Kyra couldn't see the smirk that Voldemort had on his face as he waved his wand and lit the candles around the room. She looked up to see him shirtless and laying on a ocean of cusions.
"Yes you have. You will be rewarded for this. Now leave us," Quickly, they did as they were told, leaving Kyra byherself. With a flick of his wand, the chain shot from the ground to the wall behind Voldemort's head, pulling Kyra along with it. She had ended up straddling his waist from the sudden yank. She tried to remove herself but could not as he grabbed her waist and grounded his pelvis into hers. She gasped, as she could feel his erection already. She tried to lift her arms to realize that they were suddenly weak.
She gasped agian when he flipped them over with speed a man his age should not have. He reached out of her line of vision and took ut a vile. "Drink it," he commanded. She bit her lips together in refusal, looking him defiently in the eyes. If it was one thing she knew Voldemort didn't have was patience, and she was proved right when his face became angry, and he used his wand to force her mouth open. He poured the passion red liquid down her throat and tilted her head upwards. He watched her as she chocked on it and then closed her mouth while massaging her throat. Seeing she still had not swallowed, he sudden;y hit her throat, forcing her to swallow, and gave her a sick smile.
"Now then fun shall really begin," he purred. Fear shown through her eyes without permission. All the nightmares, all the horrid thoughts, they were coming to life. And there was nothing she could do about it.