Chapter Two: What the ---?
[Virgo: Yet again, I had almost NOTHING to do with this. :P While writing some of this, Scorpio asked, 'What's a pigeon?' Frankly, I know, but if one of you kind reviewers could enlighten Scorpio...?]
Draco's jaw dropped. "What? My Lord! A girl? Where will she stay? My Lord doesn't exactly have a house...oh, and father, thank you for the extra space in the new rooms!" "Silence you fool!" Voldemort screeched over Draco's bombardment of questions. "My choices shall not be questioned!" Voldemort added in a hoarse whisper. "She shall stay here, you bloody pigeon!" "I'm not a bloody pigeon!" Draco blurted, then clapped his hands over his mouth. Lucius went even paler (if that was even possible) than his current shade of skin. He hissed at his son, "You... do not...question... the Dark Lord's decisions..." However, Voldemort chuckled coldly with a maniacal gleam in his red eyes. "Now, now, Lucius... let the boy continue..." Voldemort said, laughing darkly. "I will!" Draco blurted out, "I haven't said two words to the girl, and already, I know I hate her!" Draco finished, then he stormed out of the room. He didn't go two steps when he hit something solid. "'Lo, mother." Draco greeted to Narcissa. "I don't think you're going anywhere, young man," Narcissa said, her voice low and cold, "I heard you in there. Who knows what Our Lord will do to your father." Draco hesitated. "GO!" She said angrily, pointing towards the parlor door, then under her breath, for the love of all Death Eaters. Draco sighed and walked back into the parlor. Lucius' eyes were cold, dark slits. Narcissa sat in the corner chair, watching like a hawk. "My Lord, if you are going to punish my son," (here she gave a very unpleasant look to Draco) "please do it now so that I can punish him." Voldemort chuckled softly. "I haven't exactly figured out what the punishment is going to be yet, Narcissa. Take him and punish him yourself." Voldemort added with a hiss.
After Narcissa Malfoy and Draco had left the room, Jenna asked a few very good questions. "Ummm...which one of you is my new father?" she asked timidly. Malfoy answered. "My Lord Voldemort shall be your new father." Jenna asked another question. "So I'm living here?" Malfoy answered again. "Obviously. You will meet the rest of the Death Eaters tomorrow, along with Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. They are 3rd years, too, along with Draco." "Errr...what are umm...Breath Beaters?" Jenna asked, with a little hesitation. Malfoy let out a low laugh. "Death Eaters," he corrected, "they are the followers of my Lord. You don't have to sound so scared, Jenna." Jenna wasn't convinced. Why shouldn't I be? she asked herself, and that mean little voice in the back of her head answered. Because this 'my Lord' doesn't really want you. He's going to use you to get something that he's never been able to get before. Heeheeheehahaha! Jenna wished that voice would go away. It was really getting on her nerves.
The next day, Draco took Jenna to meet everyone in Salazar's Station. First, they visited Vincent Crabbe. Draco knocked on the door. Crabbe answered it, and stood there, frozen in shock. "Malfoy! You got yourself a girl?" he asked, still standing there. "No, you great lummox, this is Jenna Newborn, my cousin. She's new here." Malfoy answered, looking at Crabbe like he was something awful, stuck to the bottom of his shoe. Crabbe was awestruck. Malfoy had a good-looking family. 'Newborn' stood there, glaring at Malfoy, as though she wanted nothing more than to sock him into next week. Her yellow eyes gleamed with a malice far beyond Draco's limit. Her black hair went down to her shoulder blades, and she had some nice curves. In Crabbe's opinion, she was very cute. "She is a witch, right?" Crabbe asked nervously. The thought of a muggle in the Malfoy family was ummm...you could say it was unthinkable. Jenna pulled back her arm, ready to punch, but Malfoy grabbed it. "See you at Hogwarts!" Malfoy called, and he hurried Jenna away. "What was that for?" Jenna asked. "Why do you insist on threatening all wizardkind?" Malfoy retorted. Jenna couldn't stop herself. The next minute Malfoy was on the ground with a bloody nose. "Bloody hell, Newborn, what was that for?" Malfoy moaned, blood pouring over his hands. Jenna started walking toward Blaise Zabini's house. Malfoy got up and charged at her back. Jenna ducked and Malfoy went flying over her, landing in a heap in front of her. Unknown to Jenna and Draco, though, Voldemort and Lucius were watching, silently as Jenna, happy as a bee, and Draco, red as a rose, returned home.
[Virgo: Yet again, I had almost NOTHING to do with this. :P While writing some of this, Scorpio asked, 'What's a pigeon?' Frankly, I know, but if one of you kind reviewers could enlighten Scorpio...?]
Draco's jaw dropped. "What? My Lord! A girl? Where will she stay? My Lord doesn't exactly have a house...oh, and father, thank you for the extra space in the new rooms!" "Silence you fool!" Voldemort screeched over Draco's bombardment of questions. "My choices shall not be questioned!" Voldemort added in a hoarse whisper. "She shall stay here, you bloody pigeon!" "I'm not a bloody pigeon!" Draco blurted, then clapped his hands over his mouth. Lucius went even paler (if that was even possible) than his current shade of skin. He hissed at his son, "You... do not...question... the Dark Lord's decisions..." However, Voldemort chuckled coldly with a maniacal gleam in his red eyes. "Now, now, Lucius... let the boy continue..." Voldemort said, laughing darkly. "I will!" Draco blurted out, "I haven't said two words to the girl, and already, I know I hate her!" Draco finished, then he stormed out of the room. He didn't go two steps when he hit something solid. "'Lo, mother." Draco greeted to Narcissa. "I don't think you're going anywhere, young man," Narcissa said, her voice low and cold, "I heard you in there. Who knows what Our Lord will do to your father." Draco hesitated. "GO!" She said angrily, pointing towards the parlor door, then under her breath, for the love of all Death Eaters. Draco sighed and walked back into the parlor. Lucius' eyes were cold, dark slits. Narcissa sat in the corner chair, watching like a hawk. "My Lord, if you are going to punish my son," (here she gave a very unpleasant look to Draco) "please do it now so that I can punish him." Voldemort chuckled softly. "I haven't exactly figured out what the punishment is going to be yet, Narcissa. Take him and punish him yourself." Voldemort added with a hiss.
After Narcissa Malfoy and Draco had left the room, Jenna asked a few very good questions. "Ummm...which one of you is my new father?" she asked timidly. Malfoy answered. "My Lord Voldemort shall be your new father." Jenna asked another question. "So I'm living here?" Malfoy answered again. "Obviously. You will meet the rest of the Death Eaters tomorrow, along with Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. They are 3rd years, too, along with Draco." "Errr...what are umm...Breath Beaters?" Jenna asked, with a little hesitation. Malfoy let out a low laugh. "Death Eaters," he corrected, "they are the followers of my Lord. You don't have to sound so scared, Jenna." Jenna wasn't convinced. Why shouldn't I be? she asked herself, and that mean little voice in the back of her head answered. Because this 'my Lord' doesn't really want you. He's going to use you to get something that he's never been able to get before. Heeheeheehahaha! Jenna wished that voice would go away. It was really getting on her nerves.
The next day, Draco took Jenna to meet everyone in Salazar's Station. First, they visited Vincent Crabbe. Draco knocked on the door. Crabbe answered it, and stood there, frozen in shock. "Malfoy! You got yourself a girl?" he asked, still standing there. "No, you great lummox, this is Jenna Newborn, my cousin. She's new here." Malfoy answered, looking at Crabbe like he was something awful, stuck to the bottom of his shoe. Crabbe was awestruck. Malfoy had a good-looking family. 'Newborn' stood there, glaring at Malfoy, as though she wanted nothing more than to sock him into next week. Her yellow eyes gleamed with a malice far beyond Draco's limit. Her black hair went down to her shoulder blades, and she had some nice curves. In Crabbe's opinion, she was very cute. "She is a witch, right?" Crabbe asked nervously. The thought of a muggle in the Malfoy family was ummm...you could say it was unthinkable. Jenna pulled back her arm, ready to punch, but Malfoy grabbed it. "See you at Hogwarts!" Malfoy called, and he hurried Jenna away. "What was that for?" Jenna asked. "Why do you insist on threatening all wizardkind?" Malfoy retorted. Jenna couldn't stop herself. The next minute Malfoy was on the ground with a bloody nose. "Bloody hell, Newborn, what was that for?" Malfoy moaned, blood pouring over his hands. Jenna started walking toward Blaise Zabini's house. Malfoy got up and charged at her back. Jenna ducked and Malfoy went flying over her, landing in a heap in front of her. Unknown to Jenna and Draco, though, Voldemort and Lucius were watching, silently as Jenna, happy as a bee, and Draco, red as a rose, returned home.