Author's Foreword: Hey you all! Thanks for deciding to read this piece of
work. This piece is written by my good friend Alexander as well as myself.
I hope you enjoy this as much as we enjoyed writing this.
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The sky was dark and bleak as a lone howl could be heard. Blinding sheets of snow and sleet pounded the world. Through all this, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry stood hauntingly against the sky. The only welcome light came from the fuzzy yellow lights coming from behind the closed windows.
Midnight-Primrose Riddle sat on a small sofa near the fireplace of her house's dungeon common room. Her head rested lightly on her knees, which were tucked under her chin as she wrapped her arms around her legs, watching the merrily dancing flames of the fireplace. She watched the flames with an eerie interest. Her usual bloodless face was now tinged with a strange orange glow. Even though she now had a health tinge to her usually blank skin, she still didn't look her best. Her usual sharpness seemed to be doused with misery as she gazed into the hearth. Her eyes, now half closed were no longer vivid and piercing. Bow they seemed dusty and old, like a forgotten book. Even her platinum blonde tresses didn't have their usual sheen. One would almost say that she had basically lost all hope in her life and let go of her youthful vitality. However, much lay under the tired surface. Deep down, inside, Midnight was fighting an internal battle, a battle that only she could fight. This battle, no one could win. For it was a battle of memories. Her mind reeled and her heart pounded as thought after thought passed before her mental eye.
Her most innocent memories came from her youngest years of life. She could remember a tall and beautiful woman holding her, reading to her. Midnight deduced that this forgotten woman was her mother. Though she couldn't quite put her finger on what her mother looked like, she remembered that she was beautiful but very sad. Why was she sad? Why did she hold onto her like she was afraid of letting her go?
Midnight's heart almost stopped dead as a dark cold cloud seemed to envelope her and her mother. Her mind cleared as the figure of her father appeared, kneeling on one knee. She cringed as she saw herself look into her father's eyes.
"She's strong." She could hear her father say. "She is definitely destined for great things."
Midi heard her mother give a slow sad sigh. Midi closed her eyes, as to try to escape from the scene. Why did her mother seem so exasperated and tired? Midi chanced opening her eyed again. The memory still lingered.
"Why, where were you today?" Midnight heard her mother ask.
"I was out on business, dear." Her father all ways answered to curtly with a lingering bite.
Midi gasped as her memories swirled again, blurring her vision as a dense violet fog enveloped her senses and body. She felt as she were floating away.
The next thing she knew, she was at the front steps of Durmstrang School. Her father's tight, cold grip on her small hand. She could hear her father conversing with the headmaster before her father shoved her away roughly. Midi saw herself peering after her father, a sinking look in her young eyes. The last thing she remembered was her father kissing her and telling her that no matter what, she would always be his blood relation and his angel.
Now, Midnight felt her body lurch forward as she felt herself be hurled through a long cavern. The cold wind whipping at her face and exposed skin, her hair being tousled. She could see an approaching light.. What was it? Faster and faster she raced towards it.
Draco Malfoy leaned against the headrest of his cushioned armchair near the fireplace, his pale gray eyes studying Midnight with great interest. It was obvious to him that the girl's mind was elsewhere, as she didn't comment on his staring at her like she usually did.
He remembered Midnight Riddle's first day at Hogwarts...he'd seen her in Potions. She'd been talking to several other Slytherins. Draco's first impression of her was that she was not a typical beauty -- her long white blonde hair was the type to turn heads of course, but the most outstanding feature was a pair of unusual violet eyes...they seemed to hold a mysterious aura, no matter what her mood, or what she was doing...studying, stirring her cauldron, eating...
The first time Malfoy'd heard her tell someone about being the true slytherin heir, he'd pegged her as a clever liar - but then he later he'd been given the startling fact that she was Voldemort's own offspring - and he realized she had actually told the truth - it nearly disappointed him. He hated to be wrong...hated it.
As the school term moved into November, Midnight had already been recognized and given a special place in the House...even by Snape...as Slytherin Heir -- a place Malfoy had often coveted for himself. Still-- blood was thicker than water, and she was well-liked by many-- even Saint Potter looked at her sometimes...
And so did he.
Malfoy stared into the crackling hearth. It was now December...the holiday break was tomorrow and he'd been owled by his father. Word had reached his father about Midnight Riddle's enrollment at Hogwarts, and now things were going to change...especially for him. He looked down at the scroll the owl had rolled into his lap at breakfast and re-read the missive in his father's usual flawless script- - - -
Draco,
I have just received word about that Voldemort's own daughter has been enrolled at Hogwarts. It seems you have been hiding this fact and I'm not exactly sure why, but it disappoints me. Nevertheless, you have an obligation to court this attractive young woman. We both know why. It has been whispered that the girl has nowhere to go for the holiday festive break...and I have a plan.
Befriend her (if you haven't already) and extend an invitation from you and your esteemed family to stay at Malfoy Manor for the holiday. You will not fail. I expect even a mudblood would not generate a 'no' from this family- less girl.
Owl me soon with the good news. Your mother will need to arrange for her accommodations with the house elves. She will be treated like the Slytherin Princess she is.
Father
Draco closed his eyes with a grimace and crumpled the parchment in his fist. As always, Lucius Malfoy gets the last word. He eyed Midnight, still sitting in her pensive pose a short distance away...and he leaned forward.
"Midnight...excuse me. Might I have a word with you?"
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The sky was dark and bleak as a lone howl could be heard. Blinding sheets of snow and sleet pounded the world. Through all this, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry stood hauntingly against the sky. The only welcome light came from the fuzzy yellow lights coming from behind the closed windows.
Midnight-Primrose Riddle sat on a small sofa near the fireplace of her house's dungeon common room. Her head rested lightly on her knees, which were tucked under her chin as she wrapped her arms around her legs, watching the merrily dancing flames of the fireplace. She watched the flames with an eerie interest. Her usual bloodless face was now tinged with a strange orange glow. Even though she now had a health tinge to her usually blank skin, she still didn't look her best. Her usual sharpness seemed to be doused with misery as she gazed into the hearth. Her eyes, now half closed were no longer vivid and piercing. Bow they seemed dusty and old, like a forgotten book. Even her platinum blonde tresses didn't have their usual sheen. One would almost say that she had basically lost all hope in her life and let go of her youthful vitality. However, much lay under the tired surface. Deep down, inside, Midnight was fighting an internal battle, a battle that only she could fight. This battle, no one could win. For it was a battle of memories. Her mind reeled and her heart pounded as thought after thought passed before her mental eye.
Her most innocent memories came from her youngest years of life. She could remember a tall and beautiful woman holding her, reading to her. Midnight deduced that this forgotten woman was her mother. Though she couldn't quite put her finger on what her mother looked like, she remembered that she was beautiful but very sad. Why was she sad? Why did she hold onto her like she was afraid of letting her go?
Midnight's heart almost stopped dead as a dark cold cloud seemed to envelope her and her mother. Her mind cleared as the figure of her father appeared, kneeling on one knee. She cringed as she saw herself look into her father's eyes.
"She's strong." She could hear her father say. "She is definitely destined for great things."
Midi heard her mother give a slow sad sigh. Midi closed her eyes, as to try to escape from the scene. Why did her mother seem so exasperated and tired? Midi chanced opening her eyed again. The memory still lingered.
"Why, where were you today?" Midnight heard her mother ask.
"I was out on business, dear." Her father all ways answered to curtly with a lingering bite.
Midi gasped as her memories swirled again, blurring her vision as a dense violet fog enveloped her senses and body. She felt as she were floating away.
The next thing she knew, she was at the front steps of Durmstrang School. Her father's tight, cold grip on her small hand. She could hear her father conversing with the headmaster before her father shoved her away roughly. Midi saw herself peering after her father, a sinking look in her young eyes. The last thing she remembered was her father kissing her and telling her that no matter what, she would always be his blood relation and his angel.
Now, Midnight felt her body lurch forward as she felt herself be hurled through a long cavern. The cold wind whipping at her face and exposed skin, her hair being tousled. She could see an approaching light.. What was it? Faster and faster she raced towards it.
Draco Malfoy leaned against the headrest of his cushioned armchair near the fireplace, his pale gray eyes studying Midnight with great interest. It was obvious to him that the girl's mind was elsewhere, as she didn't comment on his staring at her like she usually did.
He remembered Midnight Riddle's first day at Hogwarts...he'd seen her in Potions. She'd been talking to several other Slytherins. Draco's first impression of her was that she was not a typical beauty -- her long white blonde hair was the type to turn heads of course, but the most outstanding feature was a pair of unusual violet eyes...they seemed to hold a mysterious aura, no matter what her mood, or what she was doing...studying, stirring her cauldron, eating...
The first time Malfoy'd heard her tell someone about being the true slytherin heir, he'd pegged her as a clever liar - but then he later he'd been given the startling fact that she was Voldemort's own offspring - and he realized she had actually told the truth - it nearly disappointed him. He hated to be wrong...hated it.
As the school term moved into November, Midnight had already been recognized and given a special place in the House...even by Snape...as Slytherin Heir -- a place Malfoy had often coveted for himself. Still-- blood was thicker than water, and she was well-liked by many-- even Saint Potter looked at her sometimes...
And so did he.
Malfoy stared into the crackling hearth. It was now December...the holiday break was tomorrow and he'd been owled by his father. Word had reached his father about Midnight Riddle's enrollment at Hogwarts, and now things were going to change...especially for him. He looked down at the scroll the owl had rolled into his lap at breakfast and re-read the missive in his father's usual flawless script- - - -
Draco,
I have just received word about that Voldemort's own daughter has been enrolled at Hogwarts. It seems you have been hiding this fact and I'm not exactly sure why, but it disappoints me. Nevertheless, you have an obligation to court this attractive young woman. We both know why. It has been whispered that the girl has nowhere to go for the holiday festive break...and I have a plan.
Befriend her (if you haven't already) and extend an invitation from you and your esteemed family to stay at Malfoy Manor for the holiday. You will not fail. I expect even a mudblood would not generate a 'no' from this family- less girl.
Owl me soon with the good news. Your mother will need to arrange for her accommodations with the house elves. She will be treated like the Slytherin Princess she is.
Father
Draco closed his eyes with a grimace and crumpled the parchment in his fist. As always, Lucius Malfoy gets the last word. He eyed Midnight, still sitting in her pensive pose a short distance away...and he leaned forward.
"Midnight...excuse me. Might I have a word with you?"