Daughter of Death
Summery – Kaitlin, daughter of a death-eater, is sent to Hogwarts to infiltrate Harry Potters group of friends, and spy for Voldemort and her father.
Rating – PG13ish, I guess
AN – All those who read my previous story, 'Home Sweet Home' (Really original title, huh?) will already know about this story. Those of you who don't, however, will need to know a few things. Harry has been taken away from the Dursleys by Sirius (He's Back!!) and been put into his care as he was proven innocent a few weeks after his death (by Harry). Harry hadn't been dealing well (depression, self-harming) and Sirius made a few revelations about his childhood (abusive mom) and sang some. That's about it. Set sixth year
Dedication – To all those who have read and reviewed my last story, and to all those who will read and review once reading this!
On with the show!
It was late July, and the hottest day that Manchester had seen in the year. The air in the training room was hot and clammy, like the air that would rise from a hot swamp, and was clinging insistently to the two combatants in the room. On the Red and black training mat, two enemies circled each other, one, a short, slender girl, slight of build, but all muscle, her eyes covered with a thick black blindfold, the other, a larger man, rather stocky, and significantly slower than the teenage girl. They had been fighting now for several minutes, the man too slow to dodge too many moves, the girl too fast to be hit, both too resilient to be knocked down. The girl sprang forwards once again, feinting a blow to the head, stopping at the last moment to swing for the gut, knowing her opponent would have blocked his upper region instinctively. She was right. She heard a loud 'oof' as the air left the man temporarily and he doubled over. That was all the invitation she needed. She grabbed the back of his head and kneed him powerfully in the face. There was a split second where he tried to stand, before he collapsed to the floor, unconscious. "Well done, Kaitlin," said a low, smooth voice from behind her. She tore off the blindfold and turned to face her father, Caine. He looked towards the man on the floor, who made no move, and back to his daughter. "You may leave," he dismissed, and she did, leaving the body of Voldemorts last unloyal death-eater behind her.
----
The cool water sluiced over her neck and shoulders blissfully, trickling down her back and dripping to the floor of the showers. She knew it wouldn't be long before her father summoned her again, and so she was determined to make the most of the break from the blistering heat before she was ordered to return to the training room. She closed her eyes and tilted her head up, letting the water hit her face and run through her hair. She had bee right. Seconds later, she heard her father knock on the door and knew it was time to go. Sighing, far less then happy, she turned off the water and, with a muttered word, was immediately die. She pulled on fresh workout clothes, and made her way out of the bathroom, wrapping the bandages around her hands.
----
Kaitlin made her way back to the training room where she knew her father would be waiting for her. He met her outside the room, and once again but the blindfold in place over her eyes. He led her into the room and placed her in its centre. She strained her ears, and heard movement to her left. She ducked quickly, and barely felt the draft of air over the top of her head. She struck out with her leg and made contact with her opponent's ankle, effectively hooking it and bringing the other person down. She sound of surprise that her opponent made upon colliding with the floor informed Kaitlin that the opponent was in fact female, and, after lunging for the fallen woman, Kaitlin also discovered her opponent was armed. The woman swung a large knife at the teenager, barely missing as Kaitlin dodged out of the way. In a split second, Kaitlin had the wrist holding the knife firmly in her grasp, and twisted swiftly, listening to the satisfying feeling and sound of breaking bones as the woman's wrist snapped, and the knife was dropped into Kaitlins opposite hand. Grinning triumphantly, Kaitlin tugged on the destroyed writs of her opponent, and the woman fell forwards onto the blade the girl held before her. The woman was dead within seconds. The fight was over in minutes. "Very well done, Kaitlin," said a male voice...only this time, it was not the rich deep voice of her father, it was someone else, someone Kaitlin knew very well. "My Lord," she greeted, turning and bowing low. "Caine," she heard him say as she slid off her blindfold, "I think she's ready." All three occupants of the room smiled, the body of the forth lay completely forgotten on the red and black training mat.
----
I know, it's rubbish, it's short, but I just wanted to get it started for y'all, set the characters and that, and besides, I'm still trying to rescue the plot bunny from the evil one with pyrokenesis, whom I have lovingly named 'Fae'
Summery – Kaitlin, daughter of a death-eater, is sent to Hogwarts to infiltrate Harry Potters group of friends, and spy for Voldemort and her father.
Rating – PG13ish, I guess
AN – All those who read my previous story, 'Home Sweet Home' (Really original title, huh?) will already know about this story. Those of you who don't, however, will need to know a few things. Harry has been taken away from the Dursleys by Sirius (He's Back!!) and been put into his care as he was proven innocent a few weeks after his death (by Harry). Harry hadn't been dealing well (depression, self-harming) and Sirius made a few revelations about his childhood (abusive mom) and sang some. That's about it. Set sixth year
Dedication – To all those who have read and reviewed my last story, and to all those who will read and review once reading this!
On with the show!
It was late July, and the hottest day that Manchester had seen in the year. The air in the training room was hot and clammy, like the air that would rise from a hot swamp, and was clinging insistently to the two combatants in the room. On the Red and black training mat, two enemies circled each other, one, a short, slender girl, slight of build, but all muscle, her eyes covered with a thick black blindfold, the other, a larger man, rather stocky, and significantly slower than the teenage girl. They had been fighting now for several minutes, the man too slow to dodge too many moves, the girl too fast to be hit, both too resilient to be knocked down. The girl sprang forwards once again, feinting a blow to the head, stopping at the last moment to swing for the gut, knowing her opponent would have blocked his upper region instinctively. She was right. She heard a loud 'oof' as the air left the man temporarily and he doubled over. That was all the invitation she needed. She grabbed the back of his head and kneed him powerfully in the face. There was a split second where he tried to stand, before he collapsed to the floor, unconscious. "Well done, Kaitlin," said a low, smooth voice from behind her. She tore off the blindfold and turned to face her father, Caine. He looked towards the man on the floor, who made no move, and back to his daughter. "You may leave," he dismissed, and she did, leaving the body of Voldemorts last unloyal death-eater behind her.
----
The cool water sluiced over her neck and shoulders blissfully, trickling down her back and dripping to the floor of the showers. She knew it wouldn't be long before her father summoned her again, and so she was determined to make the most of the break from the blistering heat before she was ordered to return to the training room. She closed her eyes and tilted her head up, letting the water hit her face and run through her hair. She had bee right. Seconds later, she heard her father knock on the door and knew it was time to go. Sighing, far less then happy, she turned off the water and, with a muttered word, was immediately die. She pulled on fresh workout clothes, and made her way out of the bathroom, wrapping the bandages around her hands.
----
Kaitlin made her way back to the training room where she knew her father would be waiting for her. He met her outside the room, and once again but the blindfold in place over her eyes. He led her into the room and placed her in its centre. She strained her ears, and heard movement to her left. She ducked quickly, and barely felt the draft of air over the top of her head. She struck out with her leg and made contact with her opponent's ankle, effectively hooking it and bringing the other person down. She sound of surprise that her opponent made upon colliding with the floor informed Kaitlin that the opponent was in fact female, and, after lunging for the fallen woman, Kaitlin also discovered her opponent was armed. The woman swung a large knife at the teenager, barely missing as Kaitlin dodged out of the way. In a split second, Kaitlin had the wrist holding the knife firmly in her grasp, and twisted swiftly, listening to the satisfying feeling and sound of breaking bones as the woman's wrist snapped, and the knife was dropped into Kaitlins opposite hand. Grinning triumphantly, Kaitlin tugged on the destroyed writs of her opponent, and the woman fell forwards onto the blade the girl held before her. The woman was dead within seconds. The fight was over in minutes. "Very well done, Kaitlin," said a male voice...only this time, it was not the rich deep voice of her father, it was someone else, someone Kaitlin knew very well. "My Lord," she greeted, turning and bowing low. "Caine," she heard him say as she slid off her blindfold, "I think she's ready." All three occupants of the room smiled, the body of the forth lay completely forgotten on the red and black training mat.
----
I know, it's rubbish, it's short, but I just wanted to get it started for y'all, set the characters and that, and besides, I'm still trying to rescue the plot bunny from the evil one with pyrokenesis, whom I have lovingly named 'Fae'