Harry Potter and The Demon's Blood
By Smays
Pairings: HP/OC, DM/OC, HG/RW, SB/RL, & Misc. Others! ^./.^
Rating: 'PG-13', some parts are 'R'
Summary: Harry Potter mets a girl who is hiding something, but it is a secret that, if he finds out, could cost him his life; She understands him better than his own friends do, and wants to get closer to her, but she is afraid to, and he finds out why, and it ties directly into her secret.
A/N: This is a story about Harry Potter's 6th Year (with a new OC), I'll be drawing another version of this story (if I actually finish this one) that's going to be following just my OC (Malise) .
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter, or any of the other characters, but I wish I did! If you don't regocnized them, then they are mine, or one of my friends'.
Prolouge~ Mother and Daughter
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It was a quiet, sunny, Saturday afternoon just a few weeks after school had let out. Birds were chirping beautiful songs about unknown things, a silent squall was slightly rousing the branches. Everyone in the small town of Omak, Washington, USA was sure to be enjoying such a flawless morning, or at least they should be... A raven-haired thought spitefully as she shifted slightly in her position in a small box in the attic, Her mother, and her house elf were sure to be looking for her this very moment. She didn't want to hear what her "dear, sweet, kind, gentle mother" had to say, she didn't care, her mother was an evil wench and she would much like to never see her again.
The girl could hear her mother getting closer, the shouts of her name became louder and louder. She winced as she realized that Lilith was now in the attic, looking for her. Holding her breath, she waited until her mother had passed before she burst out from the box and made a run straight for the attic trapdoor. She came to a skidding halt when she saw her mother standing there at the trapdoor, waiting for her. The mother forcefully grabbed the girl's raven tresses and started dragging her downstairs.
"My daughter, we have guests coming, you must make yourself presentable, no more hiding in the attic." She hissed in a fake motherly voice, "Some friends of mine will be coming over soon, and they wish to see you, so I suggest you wear something apropiate. Not like last time..."
The girl smirked inwardly as she remembered the last time one of Lilith's "friends" had come over, she had worn a mini skirt, and a tight belly dancer top, both black. Her "mother" had not been mad so much at the outfit, but at her behavior. Malise had deliberlitly rude and uncooth, sitting with her legs spread apart, unnessicarily adjusting her top, making rude comments every so often, disagreing with everything both Lilith and her friend said. She had recieved a very harsh punishment for her behavior and warned against doing it again with even harsher punishment. Instead of doing that little bit, she enjoyed the idea of pretending to like everything that he mother and her friends hated and dived into her dresser, finding nothing but a pre-made outfit and a note.
The girl growled and drudgedly got dressed in the semi-tight black pants and black baby doll tee shirt with a green eyed silver snake that her mother had set out for her. She loved the outfit, but she had been hoping to tick off her mother again. She was in the mood for a nice, loud, drawn-out arguement right infront of these people. She paused slightly as she tried to remember who her mother had said these people were going to be. She shook her head slighlty as she heard the doorbell ring, well, whoever they were, she could at least try to tick off her mother by her actions. She walked over to the door and paused to listen to the voices of the visitors, she could only hear one male voice, and her mother.
"You said you had a daughter like yourself, Lilith?" The male voice was high pitched and sounded like a snake, she flinched it as it drifted up the stairs.
"Yes I do. Paz! Get our guest some tea." she could hear Lilith say.
"Now, where is she?" Again she had the thought that the voice was familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.
"Ah, yes, my daughter, I'll go fetch her." Lilith said before the daughter heard a loud pop and she knew her mother would be there soon.
The girl barely had time to think before her mother appeared before her, a sneer fixed on her face. She fiercely grabbed hold of the girl's upper arm and glared at her with utter disdain.
"You /i behave this time." She hissed, barely loud enough for her daughter to hear.
"Or else what?" The girl growled back, barely louder then her mother.
"Or else, my dear child, you will never see your dear friend again."
The girl froze, and for a second didn't believe her mother would do such a thing, but her own brain told her fearsly she would. She suppresed a gagging sensation that had risen in her throat and nodded numbly. Her mother smirked and wrenched open the door, a feeling of disgust settling itself into the pit of the girl's stomach. She cleared her face of any emotions and plastered a look of indifference on her face, as her mother gently released her arm and ushered her downstairs and into the parlor. Her face faltered for a split second when she saw the man standing in the parlor, but she quickly fixed that and bowed slightly towards her guest.
"My lord, this is my daughter Malise. She, aside from me, is the last remaining of my kind." The mother said, motioning towards her daughter. Malise paused, looking at the man before her in horror.
~*~
Okay, I know it doesn't seem... normal... but this one isn't fixating on Harry so much... Don't worry, our beloved Harry is still in this! Also, he still plays a very, very important role... I just felt like introducing the main character to you...
By Smays
Pairings: HP/OC, DM/OC, HG/RW, SB/RL, & Misc. Others! ^./.^
Rating: 'PG-13', some parts are 'R'
Summary: Harry Potter mets a girl who is hiding something, but it is a secret that, if he finds out, could cost him his life; She understands him better than his own friends do, and wants to get closer to her, but she is afraid to, and he finds out why, and it ties directly into her secret.
A/N: This is a story about Harry Potter's 6th Year (with a new OC), I'll be drawing another version of this story (if I actually finish this one) that's going to be following just my OC (Malise) .
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter, or any of the other characters, but I wish I did! If you don't regocnized them, then they are mine, or one of my friends'.
Prolouge~ Mother and Daughter
~~~
It was a quiet, sunny, Saturday afternoon just a few weeks after school had let out. Birds were chirping beautiful songs about unknown things, a silent squall was slightly rousing the branches. Everyone in the small town of Omak, Washington, USA was sure to be enjoying such a flawless morning, or at least they should be... A raven-haired thought spitefully as she shifted slightly in her position in a small box in the attic, Her mother, and her house elf were sure to be looking for her this very moment. She didn't want to hear what her "dear, sweet, kind, gentle mother" had to say, she didn't care, her mother was an evil wench and she would much like to never see her again.
The girl could hear her mother getting closer, the shouts of her name became louder and louder. She winced as she realized that Lilith was now in the attic, looking for her. Holding her breath, she waited until her mother had passed before she burst out from the box and made a run straight for the attic trapdoor. She came to a skidding halt when she saw her mother standing there at the trapdoor, waiting for her. The mother forcefully grabbed the girl's raven tresses and started dragging her downstairs.
"My daughter, we have guests coming, you must make yourself presentable, no more hiding in the attic." She hissed in a fake motherly voice, "Some friends of mine will be coming over soon, and they wish to see you, so I suggest you wear something apropiate. Not like last time..."
The girl smirked inwardly as she remembered the last time one of Lilith's "friends" had come over, she had worn a mini skirt, and a tight belly dancer top, both black. Her "mother" had not been mad so much at the outfit, but at her behavior. Malise had deliberlitly rude and uncooth, sitting with her legs spread apart, unnessicarily adjusting her top, making rude comments every so often, disagreing with everything both Lilith and her friend said. She had recieved a very harsh punishment for her behavior and warned against doing it again with even harsher punishment. Instead of doing that little bit, she enjoyed the idea of pretending to like everything that he mother and her friends hated and dived into her dresser, finding nothing but a pre-made outfit and a note.
The girl growled and drudgedly got dressed in the semi-tight black pants and black baby doll tee shirt with a green eyed silver snake that her mother had set out for her. She loved the outfit, but she had been hoping to tick off her mother again. She was in the mood for a nice, loud, drawn-out arguement right infront of these people. She paused slightly as she tried to remember who her mother had said these people were going to be. She shook her head slighlty as she heard the doorbell ring, well, whoever they were, she could at least try to tick off her mother by her actions. She walked over to the door and paused to listen to the voices of the visitors, she could only hear one male voice, and her mother.
"You said you had a daughter like yourself, Lilith?" The male voice was high pitched and sounded like a snake, she flinched it as it drifted up the stairs.
"Yes I do. Paz! Get our guest some tea." she could hear Lilith say.
"Now, where is she?" Again she had the thought that the voice was familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.
"Ah, yes, my daughter, I'll go fetch her." Lilith said before the daughter heard a loud pop and she knew her mother would be there soon.
The girl barely had time to think before her mother appeared before her, a sneer fixed on her face. She fiercely grabbed hold of the girl's upper arm and glared at her with utter disdain.
"You /i behave this time." She hissed, barely loud enough for her daughter to hear.
"Or else what?" The girl growled back, barely louder then her mother.
"Or else, my dear child, you will never see your dear friend again."
The girl froze, and for a second didn't believe her mother would do such a thing, but her own brain told her fearsly she would. She suppresed a gagging sensation that had risen in her throat and nodded numbly. Her mother smirked and wrenched open the door, a feeling of disgust settling itself into the pit of the girl's stomach. She cleared her face of any emotions and plastered a look of indifference on her face, as her mother gently released her arm and ushered her downstairs and into the parlor. Her face faltered for a split second when she saw the man standing in the parlor, but she quickly fixed that and bowed slightly towards her guest.
"My lord, this is my daughter Malise. She, aside from me, is the last remaining of my kind." The mother said, motioning towards her daughter. Malise paused, looking at the man before her in horror.
~*~
Okay, I know it doesn't seem... normal... but this one isn't fixating on Harry so much... Don't worry, our beloved Harry is still in this! Also, he still plays a very, very important role... I just felt like introducing the main character to you...