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Demon Child
Chapter Three
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or Harry Potter, or the song "Dream On," which is by Depeche Mode.
Some time during the night, Serenity slipped into blissful unconsciousness. Unfortunately for her, her wake up call was not pleasant. She awoke to the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and two annoying loud, high-pitched female voices.
"I don't understand why people believe this nonsense about the Dark Lord having an heir, especially a female one."
"I totally agree. Besides, if she is his kid, why is she here? Spying on the Trio?"
The two girls had reached the bottom of the stairs, and had yet to notice Serenity, even as she began to stand. For the first time, she spoke. "No, I am not here to spy on Harry Potter or his friends. I do not care to fight Father's battles for him, for he is quite capable of handling them himself. You would do well not to anger me, children."
"Children? Surely you jest. Maybe whatever mutilated your face addled your wits." An unattractive girl that Serenity recognized as a Parkinson made a snotty retort.
Serenity stared at them calmly, before brushing past them to walk up the stairway to the girl's dorms.
As your bony fingers close around me, Long and spindly, Death becomes me. Heaven, can you see what I see?
The sixth year dormitories were not very impressive to her, as she had lived in the Dark Lord's mansion, and despite only ever living in that small room just above the dungeons and torture chambers, she knew what 'impressive' was. Her trunk was at the foot of a bed near the door, and it looked as though someone had tried to break into it. "Tried" being the key word, as it was spelled to burn the hands of anyone besides Serenity who tried to open it.
She changed into simple black robes, not caring about the poor quality. Money should not be wasted on such trivial things as clothing. She closed the trunk, not sparing a glance for the knives and swords and other assorted weapons stored inside.
Hey, you pale and sickly child You're death and living reconciled, Been walking home a crooked mile.
She had no trouble finding her way back to the Great Hall, and as she entered, all eyes turned toward her, and all conversations stopped. She walked with her head held high, but should would have really preferred to pull a hood down to her face. A space was once again cleared for her, as the Slytherins all scooted away.
Paying debt to karma, You party for a living. What you take won't kill you, But careful what you're giving.
She felt eyes boring into the back of her head as she took her seat. She turned, and saw the famous Golden Trio watching her warily. As she watched them watching her, a cruel smile found its way to her lips. Serenity wanted to laugh, for she could hear their thoughts from clear across the room. 'Why is Voldemort's child here? I'll bet she's here to spy on me. And what's the deal with that scar?' 'I'll bet she's here to hurt Harry. I'll keep an eye on her, and make sure she doesn't try anything.' 'Hnmm...I haven't heard anything about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named having a child. I'll consult the library!'
She couldn't help but realize how childish they really were. 'How unfortunate that the fate of the world rests in the hands of children. Father really should pick better opponents.' She turned back to her meal, deciding to ignore them for the time being.
If the owls rushing to deliver the mail startled her, she did not show it. Several red letters landed by her plate, along with one seemingly innocent piece of folded parchment; she cut her breakfast short to wander into the corridor with her letters. She opened the first red envelope. She didn't cover her ears or flinch as the letter screamed obscenities at her, and soon, all of the red envelopes had been opened and listened to. Only the folded parchment was left. It was pulled open without ceremony, and, once read, tossed into a deep pocket to await further examination. According to that note, Father would be looking for her. What a joy.
There's no time for hesitating, Pain is ready; pain is waiting, Primed to do its educating.
Her first class on that dreary September morn was Potions, something she excelled at. Finding the classroom was no problem; she merely searched the mind of a nearby student, and then began her journey into the bowels of the castle. She found a seat on the last row, and had a table all to herself. Suddenly, she was transported back to a long ago birthday when she heard a somewhat familiar velvety voice.
She whipped around in her seat, and saw the face of the man that had guided her to her father so very long ago.
Unwanted, uninvited kin It creeps beneath your crawling skin It lives without; it lives within you.
Feel the fever coming
You're shaking and twitching You can scratch all over, But that won't stop you itching.
She met his eyes, and knew that he remembered. Hello, again. She said in his mind. He started; apparently she had shocked him. Do you remember me? I remember you. She was waiting rather patiently for a response, when he replied, Later. And began his class, all the while trying to keep his eyes from straying towards her pale face.
Can you feel a little love? Can you feel a little love?
Dream on, Dream on...
Blame it on your karmic curse Oh, shame upon the universe. It knows its lines; it's well rehearsed.
It sucked you in; it dragged you down To where there is no hallowed ground, Where holiness is never found.
Paying debt to karma You party for a living. What you take won't kill you, But careful what you're giving.
Can you feel a little love? Can you feel a little love?
Dream on, Dream on...
Demon Child
Chapter Three
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or Harry Potter, or the song "Dream On," which is by Depeche Mode.
Some time during the night, Serenity slipped into blissful unconsciousness. Unfortunately for her, her wake up call was not pleasant. She awoke to the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and two annoying loud, high-pitched female voices.
"I don't understand why people believe this nonsense about the Dark Lord having an heir, especially a female one."
"I totally agree. Besides, if she is his kid, why is she here? Spying on the Trio?"
The two girls had reached the bottom of the stairs, and had yet to notice Serenity, even as she began to stand. For the first time, she spoke. "No, I am not here to spy on Harry Potter or his friends. I do not care to fight Father's battles for him, for he is quite capable of handling them himself. You would do well not to anger me, children."
"Children? Surely you jest. Maybe whatever mutilated your face addled your wits." An unattractive girl that Serenity recognized as a Parkinson made a snotty retort.
Serenity stared at them calmly, before brushing past them to walk up the stairway to the girl's dorms.
As your bony fingers close around me, Long and spindly, Death becomes me. Heaven, can you see what I see?
The sixth year dormitories were not very impressive to her, as she had lived in the Dark Lord's mansion, and despite only ever living in that small room just above the dungeons and torture chambers, she knew what 'impressive' was. Her trunk was at the foot of a bed near the door, and it looked as though someone had tried to break into it. "Tried" being the key word, as it was spelled to burn the hands of anyone besides Serenity who tried to open it.
She changed into simple black robes, not caring about the poor quality. Money should not be wasted on such trivial things as clothing. She closed the trunk, not sparing a glance for the knives and swords and other assorted weapons stored inside.
Hey, you pale and sickly child You're death and living reconciled, Been walking home a crooked mile.
She had no trouble finding her way back to the Great Hall, and as she entered, all eyes turned toward her, and all conversations stopped. She walked with her head held high, but should would have really preferred to pull a hood down to her face. A space was once again cleared for her, as the Slytherins all scooted away.
Paying debt to karma, You party for a living. What you take won't kill you, But careful what you're giving.
She felt eyes boring into the back of her head as she took her seat. She turned, and saw the famous Golden Trio watching her warily. As she watched them watching her, a cruel smile found its way to her lips. Serenity wanted to laugh, for she could hear their thoughts from clear across the room. 'Why is Voldemort's child here? I'll bet she's here to spy on me. And what's the deal with that scar?' 'I'll bet she's here to hurt Harry. I'll keep an eye on her, and make sure she doesn't try anything.' 'Hnmm...I haven't heard anything about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named having a child. I'll consult the library!'
She couldn't help but realize how childish they really were. 'How unfortunate that the fate of the world rests in the hands of children. Father really should pick better opponents.' She turned back to her meal, deciding to ignore them for the time being.
If the owls rushing to deliver the mail startled her, she did not show it. Several red letters landed by her plate, along with one seemingly innocent piece of folded parchment; she cut her breakfast short to wander into the corridor with her letters. She opened the first red envelope. She didn't cover her ears or flinch as the letter screamed obscenities at her, and soon, all of the red envelopes had been opened and listened to. Only the folded parchment was left. It was pulled open without ceremony, and, once read, tossed into a deep pocket to await further examination. According to that note, Father would be looking for her. What a joy.
There's no time for hesitating, Pain is ready; pain is waiting, Primed to do its educating.
Her first class on that dreary September morn was Potions, something she excelled at. Finding the classroom was no problem; she merely searched the mind of a nearby student, and then began her journey into the bowels of the castle. She found a seat on the last row, and had a table all to herself. Suddenly, she was transported back to a long ago birthday when she heard a somewhat familiar velvety voice.
She whipped around in her seat, and saw the face of the man that had guided her to her father so very long ago.
Unwanted, uninvited kin It creeps beneath your crawling skin It lives without; it lives within you.
Feel the fever coming
You're shaking and twitching You can scratch all over, But that won't stop you itching.
She met his eyes, and knew that he remembered. Hello, again. She said in his mind. He started; apparently she had shocked him. Do you remember me? I remember you. She was waiting rather patiently for a response, when he replied, Later. And began his class, all the while trying to keep his eyes from straying towards her pale face.
Can you feel a little love? Can you feel a little love?
Dream on, Dream on...
Blame it on your karmic curse Oh, shame upon the universe. It knows its lines; it's well rehearsed.
It sucked you in; it dragged you down To where there is no hallowed ground, Where holiness is never found.
Paying debt to karma You party for a living. What you take won't kill you, But careful what you're giving.
Can you feel a little love? Can you feel a little love?
Dream on, Dream on...