A/N: Yay! All my lovely reviews said GO! So I'm going. This fic will alternate between the present and the past. In the first chapter, I would venture that Harry and Elizabeth are in their mid-to-late-twenties. Elizabeth's supposed to be psycho, but she might end up just plain evil. *sigh* nothing ever goes according to plan, does it Maris?
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~Past~
It all started with a letter. It always started with a letter. In the past the letter had been scrawled in a boy's handwriting, addressees to Faith Maxwell and signed Tom Riddle. Now it was covered with an elegant, curving hand addressed to Madeline Maxwell and signed Lucius Malfoy. Elizabeth eyed the letter with curiosity. It's not often that vampires receive letters. There hadn't been any letters since Elizabeth's acceptance letter to Hogwarts. The letter before that had been dated back 15 years, written in the same hand, announcing the death of Elizabeth's parents at the hands of aurors.
Her grandmother opened the letter and read it eagerly. When she was finished, there was a gleam in her eye. There was always a gleam in her eye, but this one was different. Instead of a supernatural sheen, it was a glow of delight and expectation. She handed the letter to her granddaughter.
"Madeline,
It has been a long time, but I doubt you have forgotten our mutual ally in the fight to keep things as they should be. He has asked to see her- the child of Faith and Martin. We have much to talk about. Don't you think it's time Elizabeth went to school? I'd also like to discuss an alliance of a more personal nature..."
The letter continued, but Elizabeth didn't read any further. She looked up at her grandmother, confused. Her grandmother swept back her curtain of black hair and her deceptively young face lit up with a smile. "The time has come, child."
"But, Maddie, what is he talking about?"
"Him. Him! My child, you must remember him. Think! He gave you your dolly." Elizabeth thought about her doll. She coddled it for years, a frightful thing with a pretty face, red eyes that glowed like hot coals and a tattoo upon her arm, the same tattoo her parents had. His mark.
"You don't mean Lord Voldemort?" she gasped.
"Yes, my dear."
"But what could Lord Voldemort want with me? I've never been to school. I don't know anything about the wizarding world," Elizabeth protested. It was true. She had spent most of her life living in the countryside.
"Lisbeth, you know more about magic than those ninnies at Hogwarts! Haven't I always taught you the old spells, the old potions?"
"Yes, but, Maddie, this personal alliance-"
"An alliance between families," Madeline replied. She laughed at Elizabeth's confusion. "You'll see soon enough. Go get your cloak. We'll leave immediately."
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Okay. How is it so far? Be a dear: review and tell me. Please?
Luv ya!
J. Silver
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~Past~
It all started with a letter. It always started with a letter. In the past the letter had been scrawled in a boy's handwriting, addressees to Faith Maxwell and signed Tom Riddle. Now it was covered with an elegant, curving hand addressed to Madeline Maxwell and signed Lucius Malfoy. Elizabeth eyed the letter with curiosity. It's not often that vampires receive letters. There hadn't been any letters since Elizabeth's acceptance letter to Hogwarts. The letter before that had been dated back 15 years, written in the same hand, announcing the death of Elizabeth's parents at the hands of aurors.
Her grandmother opened the letter and read it eagerly. When she was finished, there was a gleam in her eye. There was always a gleam in her eye, but this one was different. Instead of a supernatural sheen, it was a glow of delight and expectation. She handed the letter to her granddaughter.
"Madeline,
It has been a long time, but I doubt you have forgotten our mutual ally in the fight to keep things as they should be. He has asked to see her- the child of Faith and Martin. We have much to talk about. Don't you think it's time Elizabeth went to school? I'd also like to discuss an alliance of a more personal nature..."
The letter continued, but Elizabeth didn't read any further. She looked up at her grandmother, confused. Her grandmother swept back her curtain of black hair and her deceptively young face lit up with a smile. "The time has come, child."
"But, Maddie, what is he talking about?"
"Him. Him! My child, you must remember him. Think! He gave you your dolly." Elizabeth thought about her doll. She coddled it for years, a frightful thing with a pretty face, red eyes that glowed like hot coals and a tattoo upon her arm, the same tattoo her parents had. His mark.
"You don't mean Lord Voldemort?" she gasped.
"Yes, my dear."
"But what could Lord Voldemort want with me? I've never been to school. I don't know anything about the wizarding world," Elizabeth protested. It was true. She had spent most of her life living in the countryside.
"Lisbeth, you know more about magic than those ninnies at Hogwarts! Haven't I always taught you the old spells, the old potions?"
"Yes, but, Maddie, this personal alliance-"
"An alliance between families," Madeline replied. She laughed at Elizabeth's confusion. "You'll see soon enough. Go get your cloak. We'll leave immediately."
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Okay. How is it so far? Be a dear: review and tell me. Please?
Luv ya!
J. Silver