Disclaimers:
All characters belong to J. K. Rowling apart from Desdemona and Delando.
Prologue"Desdemona, I am very disappointed in you. And I'll tell you this I had very high expectations".
She looked up at his snake like features.
Half her blond hair crimson and stuck to her head with all her blood.
Desdemona glared at him, her eyes the colour of glacier ice.
Slowly he stood and came towards her. Desdemona struggled but his Death Eaters held tight. 'I guess all the training I've done in martial arts won't help me now'.
All her other powers that came with her heritage had gone; he had taken care of that with his dark and powerful spells. The bastard.
Here he was, her mentor the one that took her in. the one that raised her when her father didn't give a damn. Now here uncle Voldie was, trying to kill her, just because she had gone against one little order. She didn't think it would matter at the time. Showed how much she knew.
Lord Voldemort roughly titled up her chin with one of his horrid finger, that's if that what you would call them.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw her father, his eyes glazed over as always. Not once letting you see into the black bottomless pit that was his soul.
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!" The Dark Lord roared. Desdemona turned her full attention to him. Narrowing her eyes and bearing her fangs at him.
"No" She said simply.
His eyes bulged as he hissed at her.
"I won't let you frighten me Voldemort". There was a collection of gasps and whispers from their audience.
"SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!1"
She smirked. He sneered at her and muttered something inarticulate.
A burning sensation then started in her stomach. She started coughing blood as he hit, cut her, raped her and threw unforgivable curses at her. But not once did she ever give him the satisfaction of screaming out.
Finally he finished. The Death Eaters that were holding her instantly let go. Desdemona tumbled ungracefully to the floor.
She looked up at him, her eyes cold as stone, bracing herself for what was going to come.
"Bye, bye, my sweet child" he whispered "Avada kedavra".
Her whole body felt like it was on fire. She crawled towards the door. She could hear him laughing behind her but she didn't care, she knew she was dying but she had never heard of it taking so long for one to die from the certain curse.
Desdemona fumbled with the door handle. It flung open. The cool air of Knockturn alley burned her lungs.
She could feel Voldemort's confusion, could feel he was coming after her.
Hastily searching her cloak for her wand she got up and stood on shaking feet, then quickly apparated to the first place she could think of, the one place she ever felt safe since she was a little girl.
Once concealed in the eerie trees she fainted.
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