LEAH! Yes, of course she's Dumbledore's niece. Yes, of course she's Voldemort's
daughter! And yes, of course I'm bloody out of my mind! In case you don't understand,
Jacy means Moon in Native American. And people, I KNOW it's short. Certain people
were confused, so I hope I un-confused them.
Dumbledore sank wearily into the sofa. (In his office). So, they had been
summoned. Jacy hadn't told him that she'd received the mark. Voldemort had not thought
her worthy enough when she had been at Hogwarts. Apparently that had changed. He
knew they had been summoned. Severus had a sign he left whenever he was called, and
this time was no different. His thoughts went back to his sister, Cora.
*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*
Cora had been lovely. With long light brown hair and hazel eyes, and a pixie face.
Tom Riddle had fallen in love with her. Or what that bastard considered love. It was more
like a mad lust, obsession. He'd had to have her. He seduced Cora, who could at times be
silly and naive.
Then, brutally, he discarded her. And the baby born of that ever so brief
relationship. Jacy. Cora married a muggle, a Native American, who loved Jacy. In fact, he
named her after the moon, for he considered Cora his stars, and her his moon.
When Jacy turned 11, and was accepted at Hogwarts, when he (Dumbledore) was
still a teacher, Voldemort murdered Cora and the muggle. So, he'd (Dumbledore) stepped
in, until Voldemort had gotten to the Minister of Magic. At the time, the minister was
weak, and gave custody to Voldemort.
Jacy had been taken. Whenever the child had asked for him (Dumbledore),
Voldemort would vary between the Imperio curse, and Crucio. (A/N I forgot the names)
Gradually, she built up a resistance to them. Voldemort had turned to physical torture.
Jacy had an extremely high pain tolerance as a result.
*~*~END FLASHBACK~*~*
Harry ran into the office, jolting the headmaster from his thoughts. Breathing
heavily, he managed to gasp out, "Prof. ... Snape... said... Prof....Quinn hurt.... Hospital
wing..."
Dumbledore was out of the office before he finished speaking.
daughter! And yes, of course I'm bloody out of my mind! In case you don't understand,
Jacy means Moon in Native American. And people, I KNOW it's short. Certain people
were confused, so I hope I un-confused them.
Dumbledore sank wearily into the sofa. (In his office). So, they had been
summoned. Jacy hadn't told him that she'd received the mark. Voldemort had not thought
her worthy enough when she had been at Hogwarts. Apparently that had changed. He
knew they had been summoned. Severus had a sign he left whenever he was called, and
this time was no different. His thoughts went back to his sister, Cora.
*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*
Cora had been lovely. With long light brown hair and hazel eyes, and a pixie face.
Tom Riddle had fallen in love with her. Or what that bastard considered love. It was more
like a mad lust, obsession. He'd had to have her. He seduced Cora, who could at times be
silly and naive.
Then, brutally, he discarded her. And the baby born of that ever so brief
relationship. Jacy. Cora married a muggle, a Native American, who loved Jacy. In fact, he
named her after the moon, for he considered Cora his stars, and her his moon.
When Jacy turned 11, and was accepted at Hogwarts, when he (Dumbledore) was
still a teacher, Voldemort murdered Cora and the muggle. So, he'd (Dumbledore) stepped
in, until Voldemort had gotten to the Minister of Magic. At the time, the minister was
weak, and gave custody to Voldemort.
Jacy had been taken. Whenever the child had asked for him (Dumbledore),
Voldemort would vary between the Imperio curse, and Crucio. (A/N I forgot the names)
Gradually, she built up a resistance to them. Voldemort had turned to physical torture.
Jacy had an extremely high pain tolerance as a result.
*~*~END FLASHBACK~*~*
Harry ran into the office, jolting the headmaster from his thoughts. Breathing
heavily, he managed to gasp out, "Prof. ... Snape... said... Prof....Quinn hurt.... Hospital
wing..."
Dumbledore was out of the office before he finished speaking.