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Chapter 9: The Daughter of Voldemort
Harry hurried past a few Death Eaters cautiously, intending to hide in the shadows before Voldemort saw that he was there. Once Harry was sure he was fully hidden, he looked over at Voldemort. He was facing the window, but from where Harry was, he could see that his human form was finally complete, and that he looked less paler and much stronger than the last time Harry had encountered him. Harry gulped. Right now, he was unprepared. If Voldemort saw him now…
Fira and Malfoy entered the room. Harry thought he saw the ghost of a smile on Voldemort's lips. "My Children," he said. Harry noted that Voldemort's voice wasn't so raspy anymore. He also didn't look so old. He looked about as old as Quirrell had been. "My dear, sweet Children," Voldemort continued. He turned to face the 2. "I've been waiting for you." The Death Eaters gathered around Fira and Malfoy, who took their cloaks off. A Death Eater who Harry recognized to be none other than Lucius Malfoy himself took the cloaks from the 2 16 year olds. He then gave them to another Death Eater, took out his wand and drew 2 high back rested armchairs. "Sit, sit," Voldemort said to Fira and Draco. Fira and Draco obeyed quietly. Fira tried to avoid Lucius' eyes. "Finally," Voldemort said, circling the Fira and Draco, a curt smile on his face. "My Children are coming home to me. Master Draco Malfoy, of course. It was to be expected. I believe you have always been worthy to be ranked next to me, Draco. And who can forget our beautiful Daughter…Fira…" Fira then also tried to avoid Voldemort's flashing red eyes. "My most loyal adversary," Voldemort said. "How long has it been, my dear? 7 years? My, you have grown…your mother would be so proud of you if she could only see you now…" Harry frowned. So most of what she told me that night wasn't true at all, Harry said. Her mother is dead…
Fira pursed her lips, seeming to have wanted to retaliate. "I am proud of my Children," Voldemort said to the Death Eaters. Then he leaned in close to Fira. "I have been waiting long years for you, Fira," he said. Fira could feel his cold breath on her face. "I think it's time to welcome you home." 2 Death Eaters came and stood her up gently from her chair. Draco stood up as well and joined Voldemort at his right side. Voldemort took his wand out and pointed it at Fira's scar. Suddenly a wave of cold passed inside the room, and did not leave. Harry felt as if he would collapse. It was as if a million Dementors had come around. His head started to ache and his body started to shiver. He shut his eyes, trying to fight the pain and found he couldn't open them for a while. He lost focus of everything…
Chapter 9: The Daughter of Voldemort
Harry hurried past a few Death Eaters cautiously, intending to hide in the shadows before Voldemort saw that he was there. Once Harry was sure he was fully hidden, he looked over at Voldemort. He was facing the window, but from where Harry was, he could see that his human form was finally complete, and that he looked less paler and much stronger than the last time Harry had encountered him. Harry gulped. Right now, he was unprepared. If Voldemort saw him now…
Fira and Malfoy entered the room. Harry thought he saw the ghost of a smile on Voldemort's lips. "My Children," he said. Harry noted that Voldemort's voice wasn't so raspy anymore. He also didn't look so old. He looked about as old as Quirrell had been. "My dear, sweet Children," Voldemort continued. He turned to face the 2. "I've been waiting for you." The Death Eaters gathered around Fira and Malfoy, who took their cloaks off. A Death Eater who Harry recognized to be none other than Lucius Malfoy himself took the cloaks from the 2 16 year olds. He then gave them to another Death Eater, took out his wand and drew 2 high back rested armchairs. "Sit, sit," Voldemort said to Fira and Draco. Fira and Draco obeyed quietly. Fira tried to avoid Lucius' eyes. "Finally," Voldemort said, circling the Fira and Draco, a curt smile on his face. "My Children are coming home to me. Master Draco Malfoy, of course. It was to be expected. I believe you have always been worthy to be ranked next to me, Draco. And who can forget our beautiful Daughter…Fira…" Fira then also tried to avoid Voldemort's flashing red eyes. "My most loyal adversary," Voldemort said. "How long has it been, my dear? 7 years? My, you have grown…your mother would be so proud of you if she could only see you now…" Harry frowned. So most of what she told me that night wasn't true at all, Harry said. Her mother is dead…
Fira pursed her lips, seeming to have wanted to retaliate. "I am proud of my Children," Voldemort said to the Death Eaters. Then he leaned in close to Fira. "I have been waiting long years for you, Fira," he said. Fira could feel his cold breath on her face. "I think it's time to welcome you home." 2 Death Eaters came and stood her up gently from her chair. Draco stood up as well and joined Voldemort at his right side. Voldemort took his wand out and pointed it at Fira's scar. Suddenly a wave of cold passed inside the room, and did not leave. Harry felt as if he would collapse. It was as if a million Dementors had come around. His head started to ache and his body started to shiver. He shut his eyes, trying to fight the pain and found he couldn't open them for a while. He lost focus of everything…