CHAPTER ONE
It all happened very fast; Trinity's Auror belongings were broken, her house was abandoned, and she went to stay with Lucius.
"Tonight, we shall see Voldemort. We shall see him take you under his wing. You will be a useful asset to us all, Trinity," Lucius murmured quietly across the table at lunch.
His voice was like a poison; it snaked its way through the air and entered her skull, overtook her brain, made her believe every word he was saying. There was no magic to it; it was a gift.
But just as quickly as he took this voice on, he abandoned it again. "Where is that useless son of mine? I will not eat my lunch late again because of him. Dobby!"
The house elf appeared at his master's side, received orders to fetch Draco, and disappeared again just as quickly.
Trinity sat silently, hunched over ever so slightly, so that her dark purple ringlets fell over her face like a veil. She was deep in thought, chocolate brown eyes glazed over. She was thinking of her old job, and her newer one.
I have never been more sure of my decisions, she thought to herself. I belong on Lucius' team, by his side. Under Voldemort's orders.
"...metamorphmagus will definitely please him," Lucius was saying.
Trinity snapped back to attention. "What did you say?"
"I said," Lucius repeated, slightly irritated. "That the fact you are a Metamorphmagus will definitely please Voldemort. We do not yet have one on our side. They all work for the Ministry."
Metamorphmagus. The word always drew Trinity's attention, because of the fact that she was one. It had kicks, the ability to change your appearance. She'd fluked getting into the Ministry; they took her on because of that trait.
Lucius was watching her closely, clearly expecting her to say something.
"Sounds like I did no wrong, choosing this job," she said, figuring anything positive would please him. It did.
Their conversation could not be continued, however, because at that point the door opened and Draco Malfoy sauntered in, his silver-blonde hair flopping over his face.
"Sometimes I believe you have no shame, Draco," Lucius sighed, "Do you want to resemble the Potter boy?"
"I was about to brush it when the elf came and got me," Draco replied, "So it's your fault I look like Saint Potter gone blonde."
Trinity rolled her eyes at the both of them and interrupted. "So, what's for lunch?"
Lucius rattled off a complicated meal, then began questioning Draco about whether he'd packed all his things to go to school, and had he done all his homework? Trinity tuned out again, and Draco possibly did as well.
Eventually the lunch arrived.
"Well Lucius, for all the fancy words in its name, steak is still steak," Trinity smirked, cutting into hers.
"Whatever it may be, hurry up and finish it," he said, "We're going into Diagon Alley this afternoon to get you a whole new wardrobe."
Trinity was taken aback. "What? Why? What's wrong with my wardrobe?"
"The fact that it's yours. You're hiding from the law now," Lucius explained as if she were a five year old. "I will pay for it if money is the problem."
Draco had perked up when his father had mentioned hiding from the law. Lucius saw him listening intently.
"Draco, finish your meal and go finish packing," he said sternly.
"Who's hiding from the law? I want to know. What did you do Trinity?" Draco insisted.
"I didn't – " Trinity began.
"Draco! I told you to do something..." his father warned him.
Draco huffed and stalked out, without finishing his food. Lucius signalled for Dobby to come and had the left over food disposed of.
"Go finish packing Draco's thing's and tell him I have given him permission to go out whilst Trinity and I make for Diagon Alley," he instructed the elf. "I will be back soon enough."
A few hours later...
Lucius and Trinity strode down the cobble-stoned streets of Diagon Alley. Trinity's hands were full with packages of robes and cloaks, and one cage with an owl in it. It was black specked with white, with bright blue eyes.
Lucius and Trinity argued as they walked.
"How are they supposed to track down my type of wand?" Trinity said. "Their tracking magic isn't that fancy."
"We cannot take any chances," Lucius replied. "I am paying for all of this, so we will buy what I say."
"Well I could've paid," Trinity muttered, following him into Ollivanders. "What's the use of a huge inheritance if no one lets you spend it?"
Lucius smiled amusedly and led the way over to the counter. "Mr Ollivander?"
Mr Ollivander appeared from behind a distance shelf, suddenly, as was his way. "Ah, Mr Malfoy, a pleasure to see you in here again. Have you broken your wand? Such a pity; a fine wand, redwood with a single unicorn hair and a phoenix feather. Rare, grant you."
"No my wand is in perfect order. I've come with Trinity. She needs one."
"Ah, miss Trinity, yes. Chestnut and phoenix feather."
"Yes, that," Trinity replied. "Well a new one would be nice."
"Of course. Try this," Mr Ollivander said, handing one over. "Tell me, how did it break?"
"I – " A shelf exploded, and Trinity put the wand down. "– I er... dropped it. Yes. Into a wood-chipper."
"Dropped it into a wood-chipper?" Mr Ollivander said, scandalised. He handed her a different wand.
"Yes, long story." Trinity waved the next wand. Three different wands flew across the room and narrowly missed poking Lucius in the eyes.
"You don't want that one," he informed her, taking it.
"Go figure," Trinity replied.
"I wonder... try this miss," Mr Ollivander said, holding a wand out to her. She took it, and felt magic surge up her arm and down again, and shoot out of the wand in the form of green wisps of smoke, that looked disturbingly like serpents.
"Ah..." Mr Ollivander said worriedly, taking it from her and packaging it.
"What's ah?" Trinity asked curiously.
"I did not expect that to work for you at all miss. It's a very... evil feeling wand. Blackwood containing a dragon heartstring."
"Sounds inviting. Thankyou," Trinity said, taking it and leaving with Lucius.
Mr Ollivander watched them, then sighed. No one liked Trinity associating with Lucius. A bad influence, they called him. A bad influence on an innocent girl.
Little did they know Trinity was not so innocent anymore...
That evening...
Due to the thought of meeting Voldemort that night, dinner was a silent affair. Or would have been if Draco had not been complaining about school.
"... No one gives fair marks in that school, they all favour Granger because she's a know-it-all Mudblood..."
Draco trailed off when he realised no one had been listening.
"Trinity, eat your food," Lucius said. "We have much to do tonight. You may well need your strength."
Trinity said something that neither of them could understand, because it was in her "native tongue".
"Trinity, I don't speak Italian," Lucius sighed.
"Things weighing on my mind have all but demolished my appetite," she said in English, standing up. "I'm going to continue destroying my old clothes or something. Come and collect me when you want to leave."
She left. Lucius sighed and spoke with his son instead.
At around ten o'clock that night, Lucius made his way upstairs and entered Trinity's room. She was lazing on her bed reading a Quidditch magazine.
"Accio," Lucius said boredly, pointing with his wand. The magazine flew neatly through the air, but couldn't land in his hand as it was occupied by a broken jug.
"You could've just asked," Trintity informed him, sitting up. "Are we leaving?"
"Yes. Some others have arranged a Portkey for us. It's too far to travel normally, and you can't Disapparate there, as you don't know where it is."
He held out the broken jug pointedly. Trinity got up and crossed the room, grabbing her wand on the way. She reached out with and touched the jug with a single finger. There was a familiar tugging sensation behind her navel and they were whirling away to see Voldemort.
Well what do you think? Please review, as I've been told to write only the first chapter and then await reviews before writing more. SO REVIEW IF YOU LIKE IT, EVEN ONLY A LITTLE BIT!!!!! ( Please please please R&R because I love reviews!!! ( Okay, I try to make a habit of telling little bits of information about me after every chapter, so the latest thing is; I'm in a school production (which is awesome because I want to be an actress) and am in a chorus line. I get to be a hippy, a transvestite, an eighties dude, a pirate, a cat and some other stuff.
It all happened very fast; Trinity's Auror belongings were broken, her house was abandoned, and she went to stay with Lucius.
"Tonight, we shall see Voldemort. We shall see him take you under his wing. You will be a useful asset to us all, Trinity," Lucius murmured quietly across the table at lunch.
His voice was like a poison; it snaked its way through the air and entered her skull, overtook her brain, made her believe every word he was saying. There was no magic to it; it was a gift.
But just as quickly as he took this voice on, he abandoned it again. "Where is that useless son of mine? I will not eat my lunch late again because of him. Dobby!"
The house elf appeared at his master's side, received orders to fetch Draco, and disappeared again just as quickly.
Trinity sat silently, hunched over ever so slightly, so that her dark purple ringlets fell over her face like a veil. She was deep in thought, chocolate brown eyes glazed over. She was thinking of her old job, and her newer one.
I have never been more sure of my decisions, she thought to herself. I belong on Lucius' team, by his side. Under Voldemort's orders.
"...metamorphmagus will definitely please him," Lucius was saying.
Trinity snapped back to attention. "What did you say?"
"I said," Lucius repeated, slightly irritated. "That the fact you are a Metamorphmagus will definitely please Voldemort. We do not yet have one on our side. They all work for the Ministry."
Metamorphmagus. The word always drew Trinity's attention, because of the fact that she was one. It had kicks, the ability to change your appearance. She'd fluked getting into the Ministry; they took her on because of that trait.
Lucius was watching her closely, clearly expecting her to say something.
"Sounds like I did no wrong, choosing this job," she said, figuring anything positive would please him. It did.
Their conversation could not be continued, however, because at that point the door opened and Draco Malfoy sauntered in, his silver-blonde hair flopping over his face.
"Sometimes I believe you have no shame, Draco," Lucius sighed, "Do you want to resemble the Potter boy?"
"I was about to brush it when the elf came and got me," Draco replied, "So it's your fault I look like Saint Potter gone blonde."
Trinity rolled her eyes at the both of them and interrupted. "So, what's for lunch?"
Lucius rattled off a complicated meal, then began questioning Draco about whether he'd packed all his things to go to school, and had he done all his homework? Trinity tuned out again, and Draco possibly did as well.
Eventually the lunch arrived.
"Well Lucius, for all the fancy words in its name, steak is still steak," Trinity smirked, cutting into hers.
"Whatever it may be, hurry up and finish it," he said, "We're going into Diagon Alley this afternoon to get you a whole new wardrobe."
Trinity was taken aback. "What? Why? What's wrong with my wardrobe?"
"The fact that it's yours. You're hiding from the law now," Lucius explained as if she were a five year old. "I will pay for it if money is the problem."
Draco had perked up when his father had mentioned hiding from the law. Lucius saw him listening intently.
"Draco, finish your meal and go finish packing," he said sternly.
"Who's hiding from the law? I want to know. What did you do Trinity?" Draco insisted.
"I didn't – " Trinity began.
"Draco! I told you to do something..." his father warned him.
Draco huffed and stalked out, without finishing his food. Lucius signalled for Dobby to come and had the left over food disposed of.
"Go finish packing Draco's thing's and tell him I have given him permission to go out whilst Trinity and I make for Diagon Alley," he instructed the elf. "I will be back soon enough."
A few hours later...
Lucius and Trinity strode down the cobble-stoned streets of Diagon Alley. Trinity's hands were full with packages of robes and cloaks, and one cage with an owl in it. It was black specked with white, with bright blue eyes.
Lucius and Trinity argued as they walked.
"How are they supposed to track down my type of wand?" Trinity said. "Their tracking magic isn't that fancy."
"We cannot take any chances," Lucius replied. "I am paying for all of this, so we will buy what I say."
"Well I could've paid," Trinity muttered, following him into Ollivanders. "What's the use of a huge inheritance if no one lets you spend it?"
Lucius smiled amusedly and led the way over to the counter. "Mr Ollivander?"
Mr Ollivander appeared from behind a distance shelf, suddenly, as was his way. "Ah, Mr Malfoy, a pleasure to see you in here again. Have you broken your wand? Such a pity; a fine wand, redwood with a single unicorn hair and a phoenix feather. Rare, grant you."
"No my wand is in perfect order. I've come with Trinity. She needs one."
"Ah, miss Trinity, yes. Chestnut and phoenix feather."
"Yes, that," Trinity replied. "Well a new one would be nice."
"Of course. Try this," Mr Ollivander said, handing one over. "Tell me, how did it break?"
"I – " A shelf exploded, and Trinity put the wand down. "– I er... dropped it. Yes. Into a wood-chipper."
"Dropped it into a wood-chipper?" Mr Ollivander said, scandalised. He handed her a different wand.
"Yes, long story." Trinity waved the next wand. Three different wands flew across the room and narrowly missed poking Lucius in the eyes.
"You don't want that one," he informed her, taking it.
"Go figure," Trinity replied.
"I wonder... try this miss," Mr Ollivander said, holding a wand out to her. She took it, and felt magic surge up her arm and down again, and shoot out of the wand in the form of green wisps of smoke, that looked disturbingly like serpents.
"Ah..." Mr Ollivander said worriedly, taking it from her and packaging it.
"What's ah?" Trinity asked curiously.
"I did not expect that to work for you at all miss. It's a very... evil feeling wand. Blackwood containing a dragon heartstring."
"Sounds inviting. Thankyou," Trinity said, taking it and leaving with Lucius.
Mr Ollivander watched them, then sighed. No one liked Trinity associating with Lucius. A bad influence, they called him. A bad influence on an innocent girl.
Little did they know Trinity was not so innocent anymore...
That evening...
Due to the thought of meeting Voldemort that night, dinner was a silent affair. Or would have been if Draco had not been complaining about school.
"... No one gives fair marks in that school, they all favour Granger because she's a know-it-all Mudblood..."
Draco trailed off when he realised no one had been listening.
"Trinity, eat your food," Lucius said. "We have much to do tonight. You may well need your strength."
Trinity said something that neither of them could understand, because it was in her "native tongue".
"Trinity, I don't speak Italian," Lucius sighed.
"Things weighing on my mind have all but demolished my appetite," she said in English, standing up. "I'm going to continue destroying my old clothes or something. Come and collect me when you want to leave."
She left. Lucius sighed and spoke with his son instead.
At around ten o'clock that night, Lucius made his way upstairs and entered Trinity's room. She was lazing on her bed reading a Quidditch magazine.
"Accio," Lucius said boredly, pointing with his wand. The magazine flew neatly through the air, but couldn't land in his hand as it was occupied by a broken jug.
"You could've just asked," Trintity informed him, sitting up. "Are we leaving?"
"Yes. Some others have arranged a Portkey for us. It's too far to travel normally, and you can't Disapparate there, as you don't know where it is."
He held out the broken jug pointedly. Trinity got up and crossed the room, grabbing her wand on the way. She reached out with and touched the jug with a single finger. There was a familiar tugging sensation behind her navel and they were whirling away to see Voldemort.
Well what do you think? Please review, as I've been told to write only the first chapter and then await reviews before writing more. SO REVIEW IF YOU LIKE IT, EVEN ONLY A LITTLE BIT!!!!! ( Please please please R&R because I love reviews!!! ( Okay, I try to make a habit of telling little bits of information about me after every chapter, so the latest thing is; I'm in a school production (which is awesome because I want to be an actress) and am in a chorus line. I get to be a hippy, a transvestite, an eighties dude, a pirate, a cat and some other stuff.