"Yes Potter my daughter." As Voldermort said that Harry could see Makayla
cringe and try to move away from Voldermort who was hovering over her and
had his arm on her back. He could tell she was scared even though her head
was facing the ground.
"I. I don't understand. It can't be true! Makayla?" Harry Stuttered. She slowly lifted her head and without saying anything answered Harry's question.
"Well I do hate to ruin the moment but may I continue?" the Dark Lord signalled to one of his death eaters and they lifted Makayla up onto her knees. Harry saw 5 or more slashes across her bare stomach and as a cold breeze came in through the open window he saw her wince with pain.
"What do you want?" asked Hermoine shakily.
"The destruction of all muggles and mud-bloods, ultimate power, to see Harry Potter die a slow and painful death while my daughter watches." Voldermort pulled a knife out from inside his cloak and lifted Makayla's arm. She struggled but Deatheaters had pounced on her and were holding her down. Voldermort pressed the blade to the top of her forearm and slid it down her arm.
Makayla tried her hardest to hold back a loud scream which was replaced with a quiet squeal.
"Look at her blood Harry. It's the same blood that is in me. The same blood you want to see spread on the ground while my lifeless body lies amongst it. It's the blood of absolute evil." He ran his finger over the trail of blood then held his arm out in front of him. "Hungry?"
Harry simply glared. "She's not like you."
"No you're probably right. But what if you're not?" Voldermort pushed Makayla forward so that she fit the floor with a loud thud.
"Why the fuck would anyone do that to their daughter?" Harry spat. "She's covered in blood and cuts. The sign of caring father!"
"That's actually Lucius' doing. Or most of it at least." Voldermorts eyes lit up, as an evil idea seemed to come to mind. "But for my part.. Well let's say I had my reasons."
"Name one!" Ron was shaking. It was a cross between anger and fear.
"She betrayed me." Voldermort said bluntly.
"Bull shit." Makayla muttered.
"What was that daughter dearest," Voldermort stepped towards her daring her to say it again.
"I said 'BULL SHIT!'" Makayla shouted. Voldermort slapped her across the face. The sound of their skin meeting made Hermoine, who had looked away, gasp.
"I offered you the chance to stay with me but you turned me down!" Voldermorts tone was that of anger and resentment.
"I was one for fucks sake!" Makayla's tone matched her fathers almost perfectly.
"You always were your mummy's little girl. Never had time for your father did you?"
"Oh and I imagine you searched frantically for years trying to find me. Oh how it must have pained you to know I was relieved I'd never see your disgusting face again!" Voldermort lifted his hand to strike Makayla but a loud clatter from downstairs distracted him.
The Deatheaters almost instantly and without any commands from Voldermort lifted Makayla and one swung her over their shoulder.
"Let's go!" Voldermort said and the last thing Harry, Ron and Hermoine saw was him smirk evilly before he and the Deatheaters disappeared taking Makayla with them.
Just seconds after this the door burst open and Snape leapt in, wand outstretched in front of him.
"Voldermort has Makayla!" Ron shouted.
"He got away!" Hermoine added.
"You must get back to the school!" Snape said. Despite his obvious outrage, Snape sounded kind towards them. Hermoine and Ron reluctantly began to follow but Harry simply stayed cemented.
"Come on Harry. There's nothing we can do here?" Snape placed a reassuring hand on the boy who lived's (or kept getting lucky) shoulder.
"What so we just go and wait for them to return her? Forgive me Professor but I doubt HIGHLY that will happen this FUCKING century."
"No we don't WAIT for them to return her. But if we get back to the school you can tell Dumbledore what you saw and what Voldermort said and we can work out a course of action from there!"
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The three of them were put into the hospital wing straight after telling Dumbledore what had happened and all given dreamless sleep potion. They were there for three days and there was no word or sign of Makayla. Until the fourth night Harry awoke to see Dumbledore's shadow behind the curtain opposite him.
"Where was she?" he heard Dumbledore ask.
"I'm not sure," replied Madam Pomfery. "She just turned up here like this."
Harry slowly slid out of bed as to not make any noise and crept towards the closed curtains. He slowly pulled the curtain open un-noticed until he gasped when he lay eyes on who lay in the bed and the state they were in.
"Oh shit!" he said not really caring that the headmaster was there.
Makayla lay covered in bruises and cuts, more than the last time he'd seen her. She was also covered in dirt and had leaves in her messy hair.
"Harry go back to bed." Dumbledore said sternly.
"Is she okay?" Harry asked not removing his gaze from Makayla.
"Fine. She's fine." Dumbledore smiled weakly. Harry left quietly and went back to bed.
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Makayla lay on a bed in a silky black nightdress that was backless and only just covered her arse. Harry entered the room slowly but confidently. He observed all his surroundings and seemed to searching for something. When his eyes fell upon Makayla they lit up. He had found what he was looking for.
"Looking for me were you?" she asked teasingly.
"I dunno. Did you want me to find you?" Harry sat next to her on the bed.
"Of course." She threw her leg over him and sat herself, one leg on either side of Harry's waist, facing him with her arms around his neck.
Harry leaned in and kissed her neck softly. Suddenly the window burst open and Voldermort, followed by 15 Deatheaters entered the room. Makayla was wrenched off Harry who was then lifted from the bed and shoved onto a chair opposite it.
"Let me go!" shouted Harry as he struggled against the Deatheaters grip. Makayla was thrown down on the bed and Voldermort while holding her down lay beside her.
Harry was then tied to the chair and was unable to move.
"You definitely got your gorgeous looks from me." Voldermort was always such a modest Wizard. He stroked Makayla's cheeks as another Deatheater slowly removed her clothes.
Harry struggled but couldn't get out. He couldn't save her. He couldn't stop Voldermort from raping her.
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!!" he shouted angrily.
A very sweaty Harry Potter sat up in bed. "Just a dream." He sighed.
"What was it about?" an emotionless voice asked. Harry turned to see Makayla sitting on a chair next to his bed. Her normally beautiful blue eyes were empty.
"You." Replied Harry.
"I thought so."
The two sat in dead silence. Nothing said, no quick glances shared. The only noise was that of the wind as it battered against the windows causing the glass to shake.
"Do you hate me?" Makayla was the first to break the long silence.
"No!" Harry looked as shocked as he sounded.
"You should! I would. I do."
"Makayla I don't hate you! I never would." He took her hand and he could feel her shaking. Harry shuffled over on the bed and patted the now vacant spot. Makayla looked from Harry, to the spot and back to Harry she finally lay beside him and he put his arms around her.
"I wont let anyone hurt you!"
"I. I don't understand. It can't be true! Makayla?" Harry Stuttered. She slowly lifted her head and without saying anything answered Harry's question.
"Well I do hate to ruin the moment but may I continue?" the Dark Lord signalled to one of his death eaters and they lifted Makayla up onto her knees. Harry saw 5 or more slashes across her bare stomach and as a cold breeze came in through the open window he saw her wince with pain.
"What do you want?" asked Hermoine shakily.
"The destruction of all muggles and mud-bloods, ultimate power, to see Harry Potter die a slow and painful death while my daughter watches." Voldermort pulled a knife out from inside his cloak and lifted Makayla's arm. She struggled but Deatheaters had pounced on her and were holding her down. Voldermort pressed the blade to the top of her forearm and slid it down her arm.
Makayla tried her hardest to hold back a loud scream which was replaced with a quiet squeal.
"Look at her blood Harry. It's the same blood that is in me. The same blood you want to see spread on the ground while my lifeless body lies amongst it. It's the blood of absolute evil." He ran his finger over the trail of blood then held his arm out in front of him. "Hungry?"
Harry simply glared. "She's not like you."
"No you're probably right. But what if you're not?" Voldermort pushed Makayla forward so that she fit the floor with a loud thud.
"Why the fuck would anyone do that to their daughter?" Harry spat. "She's covered in blood and cuts. The sign of caring father!"
"That's actually Lucius' doing. Or most of it at least." Voldermorts eyes lit up, as an evil idea seemed to come to mind. "But for my part.. Well let's say I had my reasons."
"Name one!" Ron was shaking. It was a cross between anger and fear.
"She betrayed me." Voldermort said bluntly.
"Bull shit." Makayla muttered.
"What was that daughter dearest," Voldermort stepped towards her daring her to say it again.
"I said 'BULL SHIT!'" Makayla shouted. Voldermort slapped her across the face. The sound of their skin meeting made Hermoine, who had looked away, gasp.
"I offered you the chance to stay with me but you turned me down!" Voldermorts tone was that of anger and resentment.
"I was one for fucks sake!" Makayla's tone matched her fathers almost perfectly.
"You always were your mummy's little girl. Never had time for your father did you?"
"Oh and I imagine you searched frantically for years trying to find me. Oh how it must have pained you to know I was relieved I'd never see your disgusting face again!" Voldermort lifted his hand to strike Makayla but a loud clatter from downstairs distracted him.
The Deatheaters almost instantly and without any commands from Voldermort lifted Makayla and one swung her over their shoulder.
"Let's go!" Voldermort said and the last thing Harry, Ron and Hermoine saw was him smirk evilly before he and the Deatheaters disappeared taking Makayla with them.
Just seconds after this the door burst open and Snape leapt in, wand outstretched in front of him.
"Voldermort has Makayla!" Ron shouted.
"He got away!" Hermoine added.
"You must get back to the school!" Snape said. Despite his obvious outrage, Snape sounded kind towards them. Hermoine and Ron reluctantly began to follow but Harry simply stayed cemented.
"Come on Harry. There's nothing we can do here?" Snape placed a reassuring hand on the boy who lived's (or kept getting lucky) shoulder.
"What so we just go and wait for them to return her? Forgive me Professor but I doubt HIGHLY that will happen this FUCKING century."
"No we don't WAIT for them to return her. But if we get back to the school you can tell Dumbledore what you saw and what Voldermort said and we can work out a course of action from there!"
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The three of them were put into the hospital wing straight after telling Dumbledore what had happened and all given dreamless sleep potion. They were there for three days and there was no word or sign of Makayla. Until the fourth night Harry awoke to see Dumbledore's shadow behind the curtain opposite him.
"Where was she?" he heard Dumbledore ask.
"I'm not sure," replied Madam Pomfery. "She just turned up here like this."
Harry slowly slid out of bed as to not make any noise and crept towards the closed curtains. He slowly pulled the curtain open un-noticed until he gasped when he lay eyes on who lay in the bed and the state they were in.
"Oh shit!" he said not really caring that the headmaster was there.
Makayla lay covered in bruises and cuts, more than the last time he'd seen her. She was also covered in dirt and had leaves in her messy hair.
"Harry go back to bed." Dumbledore said sternly.
"Is she okay?" Harry asked not removing his gaze from Makayla.
"Fine. She's fine." Dumbledore smiled weakly. Harry left quietly and went back to bed.
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Makayla lay on a bed in a silky black nightdress that was backless and only just covered her arse. Harry entered the room slowly but confidently. He observed all his surroundings and seemed to searching for something. When his eyes fell upon Makayla they lit up. He had found what he was looking for.
"Looking for me were you?" she asked teasingly.
"I dunno. Did you want me to find you?" Harry sat next to her on the bed.
"Of course." She threw her leg over him and sat herself, one leg on either side of Harry's waist, facing him with her arms around his neck.
Harry leaned in and kissed her neck softly. Suddenly the window burst open and Voldermort, followed by 15 Deatheaters entered the room. Makayla was wrenched off Harry who was then lifted from the bed and shoved onto a chair opposite it.
"Let me go!" shouted Harry as he struggled against the Deatheaters grip. Makayla was thrown down on the bed and Voldermort while holding her down lay beside her.
Harry was then tied to the chair and was unable to move.
"You definitely got your gorgeous looks from me." Voldermort was always such a modest Wizard. He stroked Makayla's cheeks as another Deatheater slowly removed her clothes.
Harry struggled but couldn't get out. He couldn't save her. He couldn't stop Voldermort from raping her.
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!!" he shouted angrily.
A very sweaty Harry Potter sat up in bed. "Just a dream." He sighed.
"What was it about?" an emotionless voice asked. Harry turned to see Makayla sitting on a chair next to his bed. Her normally beautiful blue eyes were empty.
"You." Replied Harry.
"I thought so."
The two sat in dead silence. Nothing said, no quick glances shared. The only noise was that of the wind as it battered against the windows causing the glass to shake.
"Do you hate me?" Makayla was the first to break the long silence.
"No!" Harry looked as shocked as he sounded.
"You should! I would. I do."
"Makayla I don't hate you! I never would." He took her hand and he could feel her shaking. Harry shuffled over on the bed and patted the now vacant spot. Makayla looked from Harry, to the spot and back to Harry she finally lay beside him and he put his arms around her.
"I wont let anyone hurt you!"