Faith Comes In Different Names.
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A/N: If anyone can tell me what Angie and Damon's names mean, u get a cookie!
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Damon Neitglaube. The poster child for the Death Eater Recruitment Center, if there was such a thing. At the tender age of 8, he could perform Avada Kedavra, the killing curse . Currently, at age 11, he was The Child, as Voldemort called him. Helga and Klaus Neitglaube were his parents. Well, only if your definition of 'parent' was 'someone who fed you only enough to keep you alive, handed you over to the Dark Lord at the age of 5, beat you daily, and didn't tell you the truth'. Because then, they were the perfect parents.
Damon had just returned from his weekly "disciplinary class". He stumbled, eyes blinded with blood, into the bathroom attatched to his bedroom. Wiping the blood from his face, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Slender face, jet black hair, gray eyes. If his parents weren't German, you wouldn't have known he was. Damon reflected on this fact. Did he really look like his parents? Helga, with her dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and prominent forehead, Klaus, with his Strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, and even more prominent forehead. Damon stared in the mirror for a while before returning to his room.
"Klaus. We must stop him from going to that pitiful excuse for a school. The Dark Lord will not be happy with us if he doesn't attend Durmstrang."
"We should have known that he would feel the pull towards his brother. They are too powerful together, and with that little girl in the mix, she would turn them all to the light. Lucius separated them for a reason and we must-" Klaus was cut off by a large barn owl dropping a letter in his hand. The envelope was addressed to a "Mr. Damon Neitglaube, Neitglaube Manor" Klaus wobbled a bit. "Oh no. His letter…We must not let him see it." Klaus set off across the large room to the fireplace. Carelessly, he flung the letter into the hearth. Turning back to his wife, he didn't notice the letter slip out of the fire, and under the doorway of Damon's room.
Sitting on his bed, Damon contemplated killing himself. It wasn't as if anyone would care. His own parents didn't love him. Before he got too lost in his thoughts, he noticed an envelope slip into his room. Curious, he left his bed and grabbed the envelope. It read, "Mr. Damon Malfoy" 'Malfoy?' Damon thought. "Large Uncomfortable Bed, Neitglaube Manor." Damon suppressed a laugh. Opening the envelope, he let out a gasp. "You have been accepted to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Giddy, Damon bounded out of his room and showed his parents. The display of happiness earned him a hard slap from his father and no dinner for a week.
"Helga, it is too late."
"He must go. There is no other choice. That bumbling fool Dumbledore will not let him out of his magical sight, now that he has been accepted."
"They will meet. All will be lost."
"No! As long as that girl doesn't attend, all will be well. Draco is already on our side, or at least will be once Damon gets there. As long as that girl goes to Beauxbaton as planned…"
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A/N: Poor Damon. ::pats Damon's head:: You get a cookie, lil buddy. I wonder what will happen when the three meet…hmm….