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A Death Eater's Daughter
"Letters and Lovers"
An Emerald and Silver Life:
As I retire to my room I feel tears roll down my cheeks. If Draco tells his mother who I am I will be forced to do as my parents promised. I would be ripped from everything I know. My home is here at Hogwarts, but my heart is forever free. Draco probably does not know the complications of his actions, but I doubt whether or not he would care. He was delusional and seemed to think he could control life. For some reason, I know my cousin is not to blame. He has been misled from the time of his birth, just like me. Just as I was beginning to realize my cousin and I were not so different, I glanced at the clock. It was time to meet Harry and Neville in the library. I left my dormitory and walked slowly down the corridor hoping I was not the first one there, to my luck Harry and Neville were already there, as well as the entire fifth year potions groups.
Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, and Greggory Goyle sat at a table near the door. I smirked at Draco and winked at him, nodding in the direction of Ginny. A slight pink blush rose in his pale cheeks and he looked away embarrassed. Slowly, I walked over to the table Harry and Neville had chosen and smiled.
"Which essay are we going to work on today?" I asked meekly.
"What was Malfoy so embarrassed about," Harry asked amusedly, not answering my question. For some reason this annoyed me, I did not like being ignored.
"Nothing, just a joke we share," I answered.
"I did not think you liked Malfoy," Neville said stiffly.
"Well, I do not, much," I said glancing over at him. "I guess he is rather arrogant, especially to those who do not know him."
"Probably a Death Eater," Harry muttered. I was quite taken aback, maybe Draco and the other Slytherins were right, and maybe the other houses did judge us. I could think of no reply. What could I say that sounded impartial, but still upheld my own morals? Noticing my silence, Neville saw the look on my face and spoke.
"I know your parents are not Death Eaters. The Zabini's are friends of my Gran," Neville said smiling at me. It almost killed me to smile back at Neville. I wished I could tell them the truth, or at least tell him not to be nice to me. I did not deserve it.
"Sorry, I just meant Malfoy is such a prat," Harry whispered. I still said nothing.
"Let's just start working," Neville muttered. And for two hours I sat there and worked silently on potion essays with Harry and Neville.
"Blaise?" Harry asked.
"What?" I spat still resentful.
"Sorry, I did not mean to hurt your feelings earlier," he said.
"I just thought you would not be the type to judge people by their parents or by the way they appear while at school. What if I judged Neville by his potion skills? Or Hermione Granger by the way she acted in class?" I asked angrily.
"I just can not stand Malfoy, his family is so evil," Harry said apologetically.
"His family includes me," I said proudly. I gathered my things from the table and walked away in a huff. How dare he insult my family! Draco had been right, Harry Potter was a brat.
"Blaise!" Neville shouted down the corridor.
"What?" I asked angrily determined to be kind to Neville, I owed him that.
"Harry did not mean to upset you. He really is sorry. I ca not believe that Malfoy can be related to you," Neville blurted out.
"Why not?" I asked in true surprise.
"You just seem so nice-"
"For a Slytherin," I added bitterly.
"No, for anyone," Neville said firmly. "Are you really related to Malfoy?"
"Only by blood," I muttered.
"Well, then I am sure we are related to," he commented. "All the old pureblood families are. My Gran said something about the Zabinis being my mother's father's mother's name," he said trying to recall. I decided to play along, upholding the Zabini identity.
"Yes, my father might have mentioned something similar," I said lightly.
"I am surprised you are not a Gryffindor," Neville added.
"How come?" I questioned.
"Slytherins are usually so evil," he admitted.
"Oh, well, I thought all Gryffindors were too brave for their own good," I remarked casually. Neville looked very uncomfortable.
"I have to get back to the library. I just wanted to tell you that Harry was sorry," he said.
"Is Harry a mute? If he wants to apologize he can tell me himself," I said my cold demeanor appearing.
"I will tell him, bye," he said hurriedly walking back to the library.
"Bye," I called after him doubting whether or not he heard.
I made my way back to the Dungeons in peace. My dormitory was empty and I took time to reflect on what had happened. I learned many things today. Most of them concerned Harry Potter. He was not as kind as some people said he was. He hated Draco Malfoy, and his family, in other words, me. But the again he did not know we were cousins. No one knew. How could I blame him for his mistake when he did not even know he said anything wrong?
Pansy walked in and sat down in a huff.
"Problem Pansy?" I asked sweetly.
"None of your business, Blaise," she spat.
"Does this have something to do with Draco," I said hoping to push her buttons.
"Leave me alone," she said nastily.
"I know of at least a dozen other boys who want to go out with you," I said in mock sincerity.
"It's not Draco, it's his mother," she said.
"His mother?" I asked quizzically.
"My parents were hoping he and I would be betrothed, but his wicked witch of a mother refused," Pansy said as if her life were over.
"Why?" I asked already knowing the answer.
"Because he's already engaged to someone," she said angrily.
"Who?" I asked wanting to know if she knew.
"His cousin," she said miserably.
"I did not know Draco had a cousin, who is she?" I questioned further.
"The daughter of Bellatrix and Rudolphus LeStrange, her name is Blaise," she said. "Stupid Blaise LeStrange," she muttered.
With that I rolled over and let my body sleep. So dear Aunt Narcissa did know I was still alive, and with that thought I drifted off to sleep.
A/N: What does everyone think? Please Review, I need to know where to go with this. Should Blaise end up with Draco, Harry, or Neville? I am leaning towards Harry/Blaise then Draco/Blaise. And in the next chapter a very important character escapes Azkaban. It will be from Bellatrix's point of view. PLEASE REVIEW! Even flames are expectable if they have a tiny bit of critique.
A Death Eater's Daughter
"Letters and Lovers"
An Emerald and Silver Life:
As I retire to my room I feel tears roll down my cheeks. If Draco tells his mother who I am I will be forced to do as my parents promised. I would be ripped from everything I know. My home is here at Hogwarts, but my heart is forever free. Draco probably does not know the complications of his actions, but I doubt whether or not he would care. He was delusional and seemed to think he could control life. For some reason, I know my cousin is not to blame. He has been misled from the time of his birth, just like me. Just as I was beginning to realize my cousin and I were not so different, I glanced at the clock. It was time to meet Harry and Neville in the library. I left my dormitory and walked slowly down the corridor hoping I was not the first one there, to my luck Harry and Neville were already there, as well as the entire fifth year potions groups.
Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, and Greggory Goyle sat at a table near the door. I smirked at Draco and winked at him, nodding in the direction of Ginny. A slight pink blush rose in his pale cheeks and he looked away embarrassed. Slowly, I walked over to the table Harry and Neville had chosen and smiled.
"Which essay are we going to work on today?" I asked meekly.
"What was Malfoy so embarrassed about," Harry asked amusedly, not answering my question. For some reason this annoyed me, I did not like being ignored.
"Nothing, just a joke we share," I answered.
"I did not think you liked Malfoy," Neville said stiffly.
"Well, I do not, much," I said glancing over at him. "I guess he is rather arrogant, especially to those who do not know him."
"Probably a Death Eater," Harry muttered. I was quite taken aback, maybe Draco and the other Slytherins were right, and maybe the other houses did judge us. I could think of no reply. What could I say that sounded impartial, but still upheld my own morals? Noticing my silence, Neville saw the look on my face and spoke.
"I know your parents are not Death Eaters. The Zabini's are friends of my Gran," Neville said smiling at me. It almost killed me to smile back at Neville. I wished I could tell them the truth, or at least tell him not to be nice to me. I did not deserve it.
"Sorry, I just meant Malfoy is such a prat," Harry whispered. I still said nothing.
"Let's just start working," Neville muttered. And for two hours I sat there and worked silently on potion essays with Harry and Neville.
"Blaise?" Harry asked.
"What?" I spat still resentful.
"Sorry, I did not mean to hurt your feelings earlier," he said.
"I just thought you would not be the type to judge people by their parents or by the way they appear while at school. What if I judged Neville by his potion skills? Or Hermione Granger by the way she acted in class?" I asked angrily.
"I just can not stand Malfoy, his family is so evil," Harry said apologetically.
"His family includes me," I said proudly. I gathered my things from the table and walked away in a huff. How dare he insult my family! Draco had been right, Harry Potter was a brat.
"Blaise!" Neville shouted down the corridor.
"What?" I asked angrily determined to be kind to Neville, I owed him that.
"Harry did not mean to upset you. He really is sorry. I ca not believe that Malfoy can be related to you," Neville blurted out.
"Why not?" I asked in true surprise.
"You just seem so nice-"
"For a Slytherin," I added bitterly.
"No, for anyone," Neville said firmly. "Are you really related to Malfoy?"
"Only by blood," I muttered.
"Well, then I am sure we are related to," he commented. "All the old pureblood families are. My Gran said something about the Zabinis being my mother's father's mother's name," he said trying to recall. I decided to play along, upholding the Zabini identity.
"Yes, my father might have mentioned something similar," I said lightly.
"I am surprised you are not a Gryffindor," Neville added.
"How come?" I questioned.
"Slytherins are usually so evil," he admitted.
"Oh, well, I thought all Gryffindors were too brave for their own good," I remarked casually. Neville looked very uncomfortable.
"I have to get back to the library. I just wanted to tell you that Harry was sorry," he said.
"Is Harry a mute? If he wants to apologize he can tell me himself," I said my cold demeanor appearing.
"I will tell him, bye," he said hurriedly walking back to the library.
"Bye," I called after him doubting whether or not he heard.
I made my way back to the Dungeons in peace. My dormitory was empty and I took time to reflect on what had happened. I learned many things today. Most of them concerned Harry Potter. He was not as kind as some people said he was. He hated Draco Malfoy, and his family, in other words, me. But the again he did not know we were cousins. No one knew. How could I blame him for his mistake when he did not even know he said anything wrong?
Pansy walked in and sat down in a huff.
"Problem Pansy?" I asked sweetly.
"None of your business, Blaise," she spat.
"Does this have something to do with Draco," I said hoping to push her buttons.
"Leave me alone," she said nastily.
"I know of at least a dozen other boys who want to go out with you," I said in mock sincerity.
"It's not Draco, it's his mother," she said.
"His mother?" I asked quizzically.
"My parents were hoping he and I would be betrothed, but his wicked witch of a mother refused," Pansy said as if her life were over.
"Why?" I asked already knowing the answer.
"Because he's already engaged to someone," she said angrily.
"Who?" I asked wanting to know if she knew.
"His cousin," she said miserably.
"I did not know Draco had a cousin, who is she?" I questioned further.
"The daughter of Bellatrix and Rudolphus LeStrange, her name is Blaise," she said. "Stupid Blaise LeStrange," she muttered.
With that I rolled over and let my body sleep. So dear Aunt Narcissa did know I was still alive, and with that thought I drifted off to sleep.
A/N: What does everyone think? Please Review, I need to know where to go with this. Should Blaise end up with Draco, Harry, or Neville? I am leaning towards Harry/Blaise then Draco/Blaise. And in the next chapter a very important character escapes Azkaban. It will be from Bellatrix's point of view. PLEASE REVIEW! Even flames are expectable if they have a tiny bit of critique.