I don't own Harry Potter but I wish I did! ^_^ Ella's thoughts are in these thingys My name is Ella Okay!

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"Ella, dear?" called a female voice. "Where are you? Lunch iz ready!"

"I'm here, Frances!" said a petite girl as she came running down the grand staircase, her blonde hair flowing around her shoulders like a cape. Around her neck hung a glittering silver emerald pendant in the shape of a serpent, the only thing she had left that had belonged to her mother. Sometimes the necklace would glow slightly or mysteriously seem to move a little, but the girl didn't know what that meant. Today though, the necklace was just hanging quietly above her beautiful luxurious white silken dress, which had tiny pearls and diamonds along the trim and white fur around the collar.

For this was Marvella Malfoy, and she is now 17 years old.

Ella, because that was what everyone called her, sat down at the table and buttered a croissant. Croissants were her favourite type of food, and although they were already sweet enough, she liked them with butter and jam. Smiling, Ella bit into the food and smoothed down her lacy dress. I'm so lucky that food like this doesn't make me put on weight she said to herself happily.

"What are you doing on zis loverly day, ma fleur?" asked Frances in her heavy French accent.

"I don't know," said Marvella, twirling a strand of white-gold hair around her finger as she thought. "I might go to the shops in the village."

Frances started to reply, but was interrupted by a house-elf who suddenly appeared by her side with a loud crack.

"Mrs Bourgalise, mam!" said the house-elf, calling Frances by her surname. "Dippy is sorry to interrupt you lunch, but there is a man at the door!"

"What man, Dippy?" asked Marvella, biting into the croissant again and dabbing at her ruby-red lips with a napkin.

"Man says he is being your grandfather, Miss Malfoy!" cried Dippy, wringing her hands nervously.

"My… Gramps?!?" squealed Marvella in excitement. She had never met any of her real family before, and although she loved Frances like a mother, Marvella often daydreamed about meeting some true family, just to see what they were like. Francis had told her many times that her mother and father were the nicest people she'd ever met, so Ella had always thought that surely her grandparents would be wonderful people too.

Now I have a chance to find out at last! Ella thought, as she jumped up and ran to the door of the dining room.

"Non! Wait! Zhat cannot be 'im! Ella, wait!!" cried Frances, but her plea fell on deaf ears. Ella was gone already.

She ran quickly though the courtyard, dodging the willow trees and colourful flowers which grew there. By the time she reached the entrance hall, which had a huge wooden staircase, and beautiful heavy drapes, tapestries and paintings, her mind was spinning with joy. She flung open the oak door of the manor, panting slightly at having run so hard, and immediately gasped in shock at what she saw….!

Because the man at the door was hideous! He had a bald head, horrible red eyes, scaly skin and an awful smell clung around him. He turned to face Ella, sneered and narrowed his eyes coldly.

"You look just like my son-in-law," said the man, in a mocking tone. "Hello my dearest granddaughter!"

The man stepped inside and grabbed Ella by the arm, twisting it so she screamed in pain.

"How clumsy of me," he said cruelly, twisting her arm even more. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lord Voldemort, and you, my dearest grandaughter, will be working for me from now on!!!"

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TBC!!!

Did you guess who her gramps was?! LOL ^_^ In the NEXT CHAPPIE Ella and Vodemort talk and then the story REALLY STARTS!! Read it and find out! Don't forget to R&R!