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Disclaimer:  Unfortunately, the last time I checked I was not J.K. Rowling therefore I do not own Harry Potter. I own nothing besides the main character and a few other random characters. Even though I do own a few random characters it does not mean that I am getting any money whatsoever from writing this little story. I am writing this to give myself something to do and challenge myself, considering school is far too easy and does not stimulate my mind as much as having complete power over what I write.

Rated:  R – For harsh language, mental and physical child-abuse, references to rape, and violence.

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Enchanting Darkness

Chapter 1:  Memories

The bright orange sunlight filled the large bedroom awakening the platinum blonde girl who was asleep in a large pink canopy bed. As the sun began to bother her sensitive bluish-gray eyes, she unhurriedly opened them, stretching as she sat up. The fifteen-year-old daughter of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy had the usual Malfoy good looks; she had beautiful, straight, platinum blonde hair and gorgeous bluish-grey eyes. Kaida's eyes scanned the bedroom before she stood up. She opened the light pink curtains and allowed the bright sunlight to pour into her bedroom even more. She looked out the open window at the light blue sky, the white fluffy clouds, the perfect green grass; she longed to be able to touch and run in the grass, to feel rain on her face, to feel the sun's heat on her pale skin.

"Kaida?" asked Narcissa, lightly knocking on the door to her only daughter's bedroom. Kaida looked away from the window, wiped the few drops of tears from her face, and opened the door for her mother. "Yes, mum?" she asked, cheerfully. "Father and Draco will be back in a few hours. Get dressed and be ready by lunch to greet them," she said before turning and walking off down the stairs. Kaida sighed sadly. She hated when her father came back from retrieving Draco from Platform 9 and Three Quarters. He was always in a bad mood and took it out on her and Draco, but mostly her. Without realizing, Kaida lifted her arm and smacked herself across the face. "I shouldn't think badly of my family," she said, scornfully.

After getting dressed Kaida sat on her windowsill and watched the birds and butterflies fly around in the clouds. I wish I could fly away from this horrid place, she thought. She closed her eyes tightly and clenched her hands over her face, Oh no! I did it again! "Little Mistress?" asked the Malfoy's house-elf, Teeny. Kaida took her hands off her face and opened her bluish-gray eyes to look at the little house-elf. "Yes?" she asked, sadly. "Master Malfoy and Young Master Malfoy have arrived," she said before quickly running out of the bedroom.

Kaida stood up from her windowsill and stretched her arms high above her head before setting off to the sitting room. She walked down the stairs quickly; she definitely did not want to be late. She came to the large double doors of the sitting room; she took a deep breath before opening them. She stood near the door waiting for someone to allow her to sit down with the rest of the family. Narcissa looked at Lucius then Kaida and quickly back again. Lucius, however, did not even acknowledge the presence of his only daughter. Draco, who was sitting near Lucius, stole a quick look at his sister before his father noticed.

"Sit down and be quiet," Lucius said icily, without ever laying eyes on the small teenage girl. Without saying a word, Kaida took the seat near her mother and kept her eyes on her hands (which were folded on her lap).

"How was your trip?" asked Narcissa, pleasantly. "Horrid as usual. Platform 9 and Three Quarters was swarming with those bloody Mudbloods and Muggles," said Draco before his father could get in a word. Before any of the Malfoy's were about to say anything more, there was a loud knock on their front door. "I wonder who that could be," Narcissa said, staying in her seat. Lucius stood up and began walking out of the sitting room toward the front door. Narcissa and Draco stood immediately and followed. Kaida stayed where she was seated; Lucius had said for her to sit and be quiet and she was not about to disobey her father.

Narcissa Malfoy appeared at the entrance of the sitting room in tears after being away for nearly a half an hour. "Kaida, dear. Go to your bedroom," she said while trying to control the continuous tears forming in her blue eyes. "What is wrong, mother?" Kaida asked worriedly. Narcissa shook her head quickly, "Go." Without another word, Kaida left her mother alone in the sitting room and quickly walked up the staircase to her bedroom. The teenage girl opened the door to her bedroom and stepped inside. Before she had even made it all the way in, she heard her mother yelling all sorts of angry words at whom she guessed was Draco. Kaida tried to press her ear to the door to hear even the slightest bit of what they were arguing about but she did not succeed. Where is father? Kaida asked herself after realizing she had not heard his voice the entire time.

A door slammed loudly, making Kaida jump in utter shock. She looked around her bedroom as if the noise had originated somewhere around her. Once her heartbeat was backing to normal, she laid down and relaxed on her large canopy bed. I wonder what is going on, Kaida thought as she yawned quite loudly. Within seconds the platinum blonde teenage girl was fast asleep, utterly unaware of the problems her very existence was causing.

In the bedroom five doors down from Kaida, Draco was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking intently at the silver carpet of his room. His mind was replaying the events of the past year, over and over again. From his horrid Death Eater initiation during winter break to just that very afternoon when Ministry Officials and Aurors arrested Lucius Malfoy for association with Lord Voldemort. He rolled up his left sleeve and lightly outlined the Dark Mark with his fingers. He laid back onto his black sheets, still eying the mark carefully. He sighed and closed his cold grey eyes; sleep fell upon him immediately.

Draco Lucius Malfoy had woken up on Christmas morning from hearing the sound of a loud crash coming from somewhere outside his bedroom door. He stretched out on his black silk sheets before he finally sat up. He ran a hand through his gorgeous platinum blond hair before he cautiously stood up. He dressed in his nicest outfit before throwing on his most expensive new black robes. He slicked his hair back with a hair gel made especially for him and with one last glance at the mirror, exited his enormous bedroom. He heard another loud crash and a woman's terrified screams. Draco closed his eyes tightly as if it would drown out the sound of his mother's screams.

"Draco?" asked a small, fearful voice from a little down the hall. Draco turned to find his younger sister, Kaida, standing near her bedroom door with tears forming in her beautiful bluish-gray eyes. "It'll be okay. Stay up here," he told her reassuringly. When he did not hear anymore horrible sounds from outside his bedroom door he continued on his way to the first floor of the Malfoy Manor. He walked down the elegant staircase into the front hall. He went through the door next to the one at the very end of the hall and found himself in an enormous and exceedingly elegant dining hall.

The room was utterly empty when the young boy entered; sighing, he sat down at his usual seat. Out of an unnoticeable door come two house-elves with trays full of food. They sat the trays on the table in front of Draco, bowed, and left the room quickly and quietly. That is how it always was in Draco's home, the house elves feared his father and even though the boy had never laid a finger on any of them, they were frightened of him as well. He slowly took the covers off the food dishes – all of his favourites were there; even a large cake – also in his favourite flavours. He had usually spent holidays alone; his father said it "built character."

He sat there as he ate wondering why his father had been throwing things again. It was obviously something that had upset his mother because she rarely tried to talk, or scream, back to father – she knew better. Before he could even consider taking a slice of cake the doors to the dining hall burst open revealing a very livid Lucius Malfoy. Draco winced inwardly; he hated when his father was angry. Lucius smirked at his son, as if he was proud, as if Draco had, for once, pleased him somehow. Draco was becoming worried – his father had never actually been proud of him. "It is time, my son," was all he said as he signalled his son to follow him down to the dreary dungeons.

Draco had not even bothered to question his father for he knew if he was being sent down there for punishment it would be far worse if he said something on the way there. As if Lucius was listening to Draco's thoughts he said, "You'll be taking the Mark tonight." Draco quietly gulped. He believed in the cause the Death Eaters worked for but parts of him did not want anything to do with it. He saw how his father had to live in fear of being caught or worse - killed. He shook all the worries out of his mind and concentrated on following his father down the many stairs and corridors leading to the horrid dungeons.

Over the years, Draco had learned to stay out of those dungeons at all costs. When he was merely six years old, he had wondered into them during one of the many Death Eater meetings that had been held in the very same place they were now heading toward. Draco remembered that day clearly, even though he despised the memory, as if it had just happened recently. The thoughts did not leave his mind that quickly. He had been beaten until he was unconscious, his own father had used an Unforgivable Curse on him, and he been forced to watch them rape and kill a helpless young Muggle girl who could not have been much older than Draco had been. Lucius stopped walking and Draco looked up, worried about what he was about to witness. Draco had not thought it was strange that they were holding this meeting in the early morning; he knew it would end up going on for hours, non-stop abuse, torture, and pain… Draco involuntarily shuddered inside at the thought.

Draco felt his insides tighten as his father opened the door to the dungeons. It made a horrible creaking sound that had always haunted Draco's thoughts and dreams. Lucius motioned his only son to continue to follow him. They walked straight into a room packed with fully cloaked men and woman known as Death Eaters. You could not tell who was who because the cloaks hid their entire bodies, even their faces and hands. He would not even know who was there until they were ordered to remove the hoods – if that even happened. Draco looked around the dark, dingy, bloodstained dungeon. Besides the cloaked figures, there were broken bottles, dried blood, and who knew what else the rest of it was.

Among the dried blood, he knew some of his own blood was lying on that very floor, dried up and wholly forgotten by the person who had done it. Lucius Malfoy - he had absolutely no heart. Draco's eyes finally fell on his dear mother and he became frantically worried – even if he had not shown it. Draco was confused yet even more worried. His mother never went to the Death Eater meetings – and never would – even if it was her own son's initiation. Even though she was Narcissa Malfoy, wife of Lucius, she was not a supporter of Voldemort or the Death Eaters. Draco had always been surprised she never left his father but than he always remembered. Even if she had left – he would find her and it would not be a very good thing – he would kill her.

Draco sat up in his bed instantly at the moment he realized he was thinking about that event again. He shut his eyes at tightly as possible, hoping for the images off what had happened to fade into nothing. He had watched dozens of cloaked Death Eaters torture his mother non-stop for hours. They took turns raping her while she was unconscious from the constant beatings and curses sent at her. He felt ice-cold chills run down his spine as his eyes scanned his bedroom. He jumped slightly at the sound of a light knock on his bedroom door. He got out of his bed and walked toward the door. Letting out a deep breath, he opened the door and was relieved when his sister entered the dark room.

"Hey Kai, what's wrong?" he asked, moving aside so the young girl could enter the room. He turned on the light and the moment he had he wished he had not. "Oh Merlin," he whispered as he rushed to the crying girl sitting on the edge of his bed. Her face was covered in dark purple and blue bruises, cuts still bleeding, and dried blood from being left on her face for too long; her hair was messy and full of bits of grass, bugs, and sticks. She was visibly shaking. Draco looked her over once more and noticed her hands were cut and bruised as well. "Kai, what happened?" Draco asked again. She opened her mouth to speak but ended up coughing up a bit of blood onto her hands. Draco handed her a towel to clean it up.

"Voldemort," she said shakily before falling back onto Draco's bed and falling fast asleep.

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