"Father. I need to know something. Tell me, please."
"Draco, I know what you want to ask. I can not."
"He won't know. I beg you. Please…I have to know."
"Fine…"
Lucius Malfoy, once the proud member of the Ministry and the man who feared nothing, now looked haggard. His once kept look was now disheveled and it appeared he had not slept well for over many days. The man clasped his hands together before taking a deep breath.
"Genevieve Black is the child of the Dark Lord. She possesses the blood of the Slytherin Heiress."
"Then why...is she a Black. Is Ursula Flint even her mother?"
The elder nodded his head, admitting the fact that Ursula is indeed Genevieve's mother. "It was all rather carefully planned by the Dark Lord. And I...I was merely the carrier of the task. If it was not Regulus Black's wife...it would've been your mother. Draco, I had no choice."
"Why not Aunt Bellatrix? Why not anyone else? Why did it have to be a married woman?" Draco questioned. Not understanding the reasoning behind such plans.
"You understand….people in love tend to be easier to control. We took immense measures, even thought, if the Dark Lord were to fail, who would be sent to Azkaban. The Black Family is one of the families that we knew were the most secure, blood wise and power wise. Your mother, I couldn't let that happen. Bellatrix was an outstanding choice, however we know how deranged and mad she could get. She'd be the first sent to Azkaban. And of course Andromeda was not acceptable. Therefore it left Sirius and Regulus Black. Since Sirius was not wedded nor planned to be wedded, it was only Regulus who was fit. Of course we couldn't let him know."
Draco frowned, thinking how it would be if his mother had a child with the Dark Lord. How he would feel to be a half brother to someone so twisted.
The elder Malfoy placed a gentle hand on the younger, "We couldn't have others finding out Genevieve's true birth so...the Master took a polyjuice potion that turned him into one of our servants. From there...well you know the story. Regulus Black found the two, quite unfortunate. We had not expected him to find out, we simply wanted him to raise her thinking it was his own. We were expecting her to grow up to be powerful and someone who could take over as the Head of Black. Then… she would be the Mistress of House Black and House Gaunt."
Draco placed his hand on top of his father's, giving it a reassuring squeeze, "Does Regulus and Ursula know now?"
"No. This was also one reason why I didn't want you getting too close to her. She'll bring this family down. She's nothing but a tool made for destruction. She will only be a puppet Mistress." Lucius stated. Draco frowned at this, not liking how the girl he loved was born to be used.
"I love her…" Draco said. "I don't want her to live like this."
"It's not what you want Draco. It's what the Dark Lord wants. It is her job. From birth, her destiny had been written down." Lucius spoke, angered that his son didn't hesitate to say that he loved the girl. "What I've said must not reach her ears. I'm done talking."
"Prepare for battle….this all ends now." Voldemort looked at Genevieve with hope in his eyes. "I've had enough waiting. 7 Long Years...of waiting."
Each and every death eater stood atop of the mountain that peered down at the Hogwarts Castle, while dressed in their black robes. Lord Voldemort took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet taste of foreseen victory. One by one, the dark sky lit up a beautiful white as the death eaters attacked the force field surrounding Hogwarts. It looked much like a spectacular white fireworks show, but unfortunately once the bombarding stops, the real fight begins.
"It all started here...and it's all coming to an end here." Genevieve whispered, taking Draco's hand in hers and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Dragon, don't die."
"Never."
Suddenly as they were firing at the castle, the Dark Lord inhaled a sharp breath causing nearby death eaters to look his way. Voldemort latched his bony fingers onto Genevieve's, sinking his nails into her soft flesh as he angrily commanded, "Protect that locket at all costs. We need to hurry this up. NOW!"
The shield around the castle started to crack and fall apart piece by piece, with stray spells lighting the castle grounds on fire. With that, the death eaters cheered in delight as they started dashing towards the castle. Both Voldemort and Genevieve stood tall and proud atop the ledge, glowering down at the death eaters who charged full speed and full power at Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy gave the girl a kiss on her cheek before he too charged towards the castle.
"My dear girl." Voldemort started, holding his hand out towards Hogwarts. "Why don't you have a little...fun?"
As the young Black made her way to the castle, she watched how each and every student screamed while running, fighting for their lives. For some odd reason, this didn't make Genevieve happy, it rather hurt her. Seeing the castle in shambles made her reminisce about the happy times she spent with the trio and the daring times when she fought with Draco. While all this happened, Draco Malfoy broke the Slytherins out of the dungeons and took Goyle and Blaise Zabini with him. Upon entering the Room of Requirements, Draco noticed Harry Potter staring at Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem.
"Harry Potter." he spat angrily. "If you want to protect your stupid little friends, I suggest you follow me."
Harry snapped his head to see three boys pointing their wands at him, ready to attack if needed. "I don't think so."
"If you don't die. She'll die. I'll die. Everyone will be dead." Draco stated.
"Malfoy. Join me. I promise, I can protect you, I can protect her too. "Harry glanced at the diadem before holding his wand out at Draco, "You just want to protect her, right?"
Draco frowned at this, trying to ignore Goyle who urged him to do the deed. "I would do anything for her. I've watched her since we were kids. She was cold, but never dared hurt others. She was sweet and loving. She only wanted acceptance. Love. A family.." Draco swooshed his wand, ready to cast a spell. "Yet you. You three...You ripped the love she had out of her heart. And now you're exchanging her life for yours, you're pushing her to her death!"
Harry stared at the blonde male, "No. Your love has pushed her to her own death. Your love was wrong! You're not saving her, you're pushing her further to the side of evil."
"Expelliarmus!"
Draco immediately ducked away once spells were exchanged, with Goyle casting the death curse at Hermione who had disarmed Draco. Blaise covered for the blonde-haired male, making sure to deflect any oncoming spells.
"Not my girlfriend, you thick third rate following Gorilla!" Ron yelled, throwing his hex at Goyle angrily.
"You broke her heart!" the blonde yelled. "You broke her! I'd kill you a thousand times if I could!"
Ron attacked the three with as many spells he could conjure and think of, "I admit we've done her wrong! But you can still save her! She's not bad at heart. You could have saved her but instead you joined her!"
Goyle, having heard enough, casted a fiend fire, sending the entire room of requirement ablaze. Blaise looked at the buffoon as if he were crazy, "You're bloody mad aren't you? We're still in here you idiot!"
While all this happened, Genevieve did not fight alongside her fellow death eaters, rather she walked through the battlefield turning away when bodies dropped one by one. Greyback effectively wiped out every student in the second floor corridor, leaving blood splattered across the floor and walls. The young girl felt sick to her stomach the moment she had arrived.
"Fred!" George called out, using his wand to deflect an oncoming attack from one of the death eaters. Genevieve immediately snapped her head towards the Weasley Twins, using the death curse on her own man. Using her body, she placed herself in front of Fred and George Weasley protectively. Both Fred and George looked at her before they both held their wands out with her, ready to attack.
"What are you doing!" Greyback yelled, charging at her and ready to bite her head off. "You traitor!"
Fred and George quickly sent Greyback flying a few feet back but not before the werewolf clawed at the girl's face, granting three large gashes across her cheek that would definitely leave a scar.
"Vie!" the twins called out simultaneously, catching her as she fell in between them.
"Genevieve!" a voice called out. Regulus Black quickly stood in front of Genevieve, protecting her against the werewolf who charged at both in anger. His hand linked with his daughter's, pulling her with him as he continued to attack the larger with different hexes and curses. "Don't you dare lay those dirty claws on my daughter again!"
"Regulus!" Greyback hissed. "Both Traitors!"
"George, get Fred out of here!" she yelled out. Something felt wrong inside her as voices whispered in her head, telling her that what she was doing was wrong, then telling her she was right. The internal turmoil that welled in her grew stronger and stronger with each spell she casted against the death eaters to protect the Twins.
Fred looked at the girl before smiling from ear-to-ear, "9 Sickles?" he asked.
Genevieve looked at the two sadly before smiling, "Keep it." she replied before pushing the two away from danger. However, as she pushed the twins out of the way, Greyback lunged at her, successfully slicing through the Regulus's throat when he attempted to protect her.
"Father!" Genevieve screamed out, using Sectumsempra which she had learned from Snape a few weeks prior. Greyback dropped with a loud thump, blood pooled out of his body like a fountain.
"Father…h-hang on." she whispered, her hands frantically trying to find anything to stop the bleeding. Regulus looked at the girl, wondering where he had gone wrong as he took her hand in his. His daughter, the once beautiful Genevieve now had claw marks on her face with cuts on her neck and arms. He knew at this moment, that he regretted every decision he had made. He regretted not loving her, he regretted not spending time with her and he regretted hating her. He hadn't cared much throughout her years, didn't bother when the Dark Lord had abused her in front of him. He didn't know what compelled him to save her, but what he did know now was that, she was his daughter. His beloved daughter.
"I'm sorry. My beautiful daughter..." he whispered, almost inaudibly as blood continued to pool from his throat. The blue eyes found the black, but after a second, something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish. They stared back at her hollow, blank but somewhat relieved. He had a smile on his face, a smile that the young Black wished he had given her many years ago. Genevieve stared at the man that died, wondering why she was so hurt by his death when he had never cared for her when she was younger. Draco Malfoy, who had arrived after being saved by Harry Potter from the fiend fire, knelt down next to the girl. Genevieve's tears streamed down her face, they uncontrollably flowed out as she smiled back at her father.
"If you're sorry, then make it up to me." she called out, chuckling at how his hand thudded to the floor once she had let go. "You owe me, old man! Don't say sorry and just leave me! Sorry means nothing you old fart! You hear me?! Answer me!"
"Vivi...I'm sorry.." Draco mumbled, placing a gentle hand on the girl's cheek, afraid to touch the gashes. He was heartbroken, for the girl who lost her father and for not being able to protect her. Genevieve closed her father's eyes before standing up from her position. She held her wand out towards Greyback who laid in pain a few feet away from them. The girl continuously cursed the male, letting her anger out on the already deceased.
"Crucio!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Enough!" Draco called out , holding the girl in a death-gripping hug. "Enough. Genevieve. Stop it...it won't bring him back."
Genevieve cried into Draco's arms, holding him tightly as she screamed out in pain at the loss of her Father. She had felt many different pains in her short life, but none felt as painful as losing a family member. She hated her Father. At least that is what she had thought. She knew he hated her as well, so why did he bother saving her. He had always wanted her dead. But why when she was so close, he decided to protect her.
"Why! He always hated seeing me! Why did he do it!"
Draco saw how the girl screamed out, feeling his heart rip to pieces with each ear-piercing scream. At this moment, he knew the answer he had been searching for.
"Run away with me. They were right. If I had told you that this was wrong and what you were doing was wrong, you would never have ended up like this. I indulged in your evil ways and thought if you were happy, it was all that mattered." Draco whispered.
"Genevieve I was wrong. Please…" he begged, tears streaming down his face. "I'm scared to lose you. I can't lose you. This battle...this battle, I want no part in it anymore." The taller leaned down and gave the girl a loving yet nervous kiss. His lips lingered on hers for what seemed to be forever, savouring this moment as this could be their last. Genevieve did not reject the male's kiss, rather she felt safe and warm. It was everything she needed right now, a warm hug, someone to tell her that they needed her and loved her.
"I'm scared Genevieve."
Genevieve stared at the male sadly before something turned against her internally, anger took place as she shoved the male away. "Draco Malfoy, you're a coward! Can't you see! My father died because of Harry Potter! We're so close to winning!" She held out her wand to the male, giving him an ultimatum. "Dragon. Fight with me or...you die by my wand."
Draco held the girl's wand and put it to his chest, over his heart. "Tell me. Have you once...loved me or even thought about loving me?"
"I…" Genevieve looked down. "I have."
"That's enough for me." Draco smiled at this before shutting his eyes, "Kill me."
Genevieve lowered her wand, before wiping the tears that streaked down the male's cheek. "Dragon...just go. I'll pretend I didn't see you. Go."
Bellatrix's loud cackles rang throughout the battleground as she skipped around happily while cheering. "HARRY POTTER IS DEAD!"
"He's Dead! He's Dead!"
The battlefield ceased fire as everyone gathered to the front where Voldemort stood proudly along with Hagrid who carried Harry Potter in his arms. Both Draco and Genevieve walked out to see what had happened, noticing how the boy laid lifeless in the arms of Hagrid.
"My dearest daughter….join me." Voldemort called out.
Everyone stood still, silent, wondering who was this daughter he had called out for. Draco looked at Genevieve, holding her hand before scowling at the Dark Lord. Genevieve looked at Voldemort questioningly, wondering if he was calling out to her or someone else.
"Genevieve. Come." he commanded, holding his hand out to the girl.
"Draco." Narcissa called out, her voice begging for her son to come with her.
Both walked down the stairs hand in hand while everyone stared at them in disgust. Both Fred and George looked at each other skeptically, but neither said anything to stop her as the two walked past them. However, Draco stopped once he had reached the bottom of the stairs, tugging the girl back as she continued to walk forward.
"Genevieve." he started. "Do you still think I'm a coward?"
Genevieve didn't look behind as she answered, knowing very well what Draco was planning, "If you let me walk there on my own. Yes."
"I'm Sorry." he whispered, letting go of her hands, just as she had predicted. She took one step forward, waiting for the other to hold her hand once again. Another step. Draco watched as she walked forward without turning around to look at him.
"Stay alive." She whispered, only loud enough so he could hear. "Goodbye. Dragon."
Genevieve continued staring straight ahead at Voldemort but inside her heart felt as if it had been torn apart once again. She smiled to herself, knowing fully well of Draco's decision long ago. Her eyes flashed a red hue before returning back to normal, a voice inside her head repeating, 'They've left you once again. The man that you loved left you. Even the man that loved you had decided to leave.'
"Draco!" Lucius called out angrily. "Come here!"
Draco looked down sadly, feeling his heart split apart in many pieces, knowing how Genevieve hated being betrayed. However, he knew if he had to choose. He would choose the side of light rather than survival, the side Genevieve once chose.
"Let me Introduce to you all." The Dark Lord chuckles smugly. "Genevieve Ariel Black. Or rather. Genevieve Merope Gaunt. Daughter of House Gaunt."