Story Title: Eden
I don't own Harry Potter
I am a slave to death,
the devil my master.
Kissed by the serpent's tongue,
I live to take the fruit.
And by choice I've taken it.
My child was born deformed, proclaimed a freak by the local media. With one startling silver eye and one muddy brown, she was said to be the result of incest and demonic cult rituals. The ugly scarred child, rumored to have been burned by suckling the devil's breast instead of the human mother's. The six fingered monster. People whisper many explanations to what she is, and the stories grow.
Legend claims she is the child born to save the world, born to finish what the great Harry Potter failed to do. She was born to end the current reign of darkness and to kill the new Dark Lord. Albus Dumbledor told me of her prophecy a month before she was born, two days before he was murdered.
Anna Eden Malfoy would someday rule the wizarding world.
The press gave it away. For five months I had managed to keep my child a secret, giving the knowledge of her existence to only a select few. Ginny Weasley, now dead, had sold the story to the Daily Prophet, just as I had sold my soul to the devil, or so they say.
I had known that she was the one to betray me the minute he showed up at my door. I had settled down in hiding in an old cabin in the country. Only Ginny Weasley, Albus Dumbledor, and Remus Lupin knew my exact location. They were the only ones close to me that had survived the final battle.
Ah, the final battle. They say it ended a war and started another. Ron was killed in the beginning. I stumbled across his body in the end. Crying over Harry's death and our loss, I ran blindly. Bloody and weak, I tripped over his body. I splattered blood on Ron's perfect body. Ron's dead body. I fled as fast as I could. I was horrified.
Voldemort had killed Harry. I cant tell you how it happened because I wasn't there to view it. I didn't want to be. I didn't need to be. We all heard Lavender's piercing scream. We all knew.
I went from town to town. At that time I was living in hiding. In my mind I was the only person to have survived. I slowly made my way back to London, hoping to find survivors, people I knew. London is where I found Draco Malfoy.
Let me tell you that Draco Malfoy is a deadly sin. No, scratch that, Draco Malfoy is the deadlist of sins.
From Draco Malfoy I learned of Voldemort's death.
Voldemort, having killed Harry, had let his guard down for a second. A second was all Draco Malfoy needed. In a second Voldemort was dead. In that second, Draco Malfoy became the new dark lord.
In a second Eden grew up. One second was all it took to say the killing curse. Draco Malfoy was dead.
My daughter, Anna Eden Malfoy, became the Dark Lord.
They now whisper the old rumors to be true. Like Father, like Daughter, they say.
And I have come to believe them.