Damaged Little Doll

Chapter Two: Dancing With Daddy

Written by: Watch-Da-Rain

Disclaimer: I own all of them damn it! -glare- Ha-ha! Just kidding...

Author's Note: No big changes, just fixing a few small errors.

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Those fingers in my hair
That sly come hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
It's witchcraft

And I've got no defense for it
The heat is too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do

'Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft
And although, I know, it's strictly taboo

When you arouse the need in me
My heart says yes indeed in me
Proceed with what you're leading me to

It's such an ancient pitch
But one I wouldn't switch
'Cause there's no nicer witch than you

Witchcraft - Frank Sinatra

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As Serena's eyes were wondering around the Malfoy's home, there were children around her own age sitting close by, drinking their cider; looking like mini-adults.

"Now would you look at that. With the way she's looking at the place, she's probably another poor half-blood. As if she never has been in such a huge mansion before..." A four year old, pug face Pansy said, with a sneer.

Marcus Flint, who was only four years older, scoffed, "If you knew anything Parkinson, that girl is a Wyndham. Her blood is by far more pure than yours."

Pansy looked at the older boy and hissed back angrily. "I'm not tainted!" But nobody really listened to her. She was just an annoyance to them. The only reason why they were with her in the first place was because of what their parents told them.

"Wyndham? Who are they?" Blaise Zabini asked, as he tried pushing his dark messy bangs away from covering his eyes.

"Wyndhams are one of the most pure and rich families in the wizarding world... not to mention one of the darkest," replied a very bored Draco while sneaking a glance at the tiny girl Pansy was pointing at earlier. Then, he said with a conceded tone, "The Malfoys are very close friends with the Wyndhams. We're the only ones who they would even consider as friends. Very secretive, they are."

"Well, they don't look dark to me." huff Pansy. She was quite jealous of the dress the other girl wore. Pansy's was a black dress with green gems embroidered on it. It may have been very expensive, but much too frilly for her taste.

"Well, from what I've heard, his wife is as bonkers as the twits from St. Mungos, and there's no doubt that girl will be the same. This is probably the first time she's actually been seen. Her father must have thought so too. For keeping her locked up for so long, he had to," Flint added, proud that he knew something about the Wyndhams.

But, Draco knew exactly who the Wyndhams were. He even had a glimpse of that girl not so long ago when he went off shopping with his mother. But still, he kept his mouth shut. Hell, he was much too bored to even care. He hated these parties, but his father told him not to worry and that he would appreciate these types of functions as he grows older.

"I don't know, Flint. She doesn't seem bonkers to me. It would be a shame if she is. She's much too cute," said Blaise as he kept looking over to where that girl stood, appreciatively.

Pansy began to fidget in her seat out of jealousy. "You don't even know what you're talking about. You're much too young to judge a girl on her looks."

"Ha! You're just jealous, Pansy," Blaise taunted with a smirk.

She had nothing else to say. She could only stick her tongue out in defense.

Draco sighed and rolled his eyes at both his friends as he just leaned back and drank his cider.

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Lucius glanced at the young girl curiously as she looked around with amazement. 'Why would the Dark Lord want this little girl? She can't have much strength to keep him alive,' he thought, but quickly erased it. Whatever the Dark Lord wants, he will make sure the Dark Lord gets.

"Don't forget about the meeting, Caleb. I wouldn't want you to be late." Lucius said, with a warm, cheery smile.

Caleb gave him his own warm, cheery smile and replied, "Yes, of course. I'll try not to be late this time."

"Well then," Lucius started as he gave him another friendly pat on the back, "you and your daughter should enjoy yourselves. If you are in need of anything, just tell those house-elves." Though before Lucius left, he gave Caleb a warning look and leaned in closer towards him, so only he would hear his words. "Don't disappoint the Dark Lord, Wyndham." Then, with a graceful bow, he walked away to the other guests.

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I had to admit that even though this mansion was so much smaller than mine, the Malfoy's home was so much grander. Compared to the home I grew up in, it actually looked lived in.

As I continued to look amazed, I didn't hear Mr. Malfoy direct both my father and I to enjoy the rest of the evening. When I finally snapped out of my awed state, I turned to my father and saw Mr. Malfoy lean towards my father and speak softly. I didn't know what he had said, but when I saw my father's grim face with his jaw locked in place, I knew it wasn't something nice.

When Mr. Malfoy finally left to greet the other guests, my father brought his attention to me and gave me a warm smile; acting as if the exchange with Malfoy and himself had never took place. "Do you hear that, Moonbeam?"

I looked at him strangely, but once the music reached my ears my eyes grew large and I squealed, jumping happily. "It's our song!"

Our song was also his and my mother's song. I can still hear the laughter and the Christmas cheers blending with a classic Frank Sinatra song, called Witchcraft, as if it was only yesterday when my father took me by the hand and lead me to the dance floor

Since I was quite a small child, my father had to lift me up into his arms so we could see eye to eye. With my arms wrapped around his neck and his arms wrapped around my small waist with my legs dangling in the air, he would swing me in his arms with the music.

Swaying from side to side, with a twirl every now and then, it was pure bliss. That happy shine in my father's blue eyes was something I could never forget. Laughing and smiling, we were so happy then, filled with each other's love.

There was even a time when he lifted me above his head, swung me around, and pulled me back into his arms. Everyone stared at us. Everyone saw how happy we were right at that moment. It was a tender father and daughter moment. Yes, that was bliss and my last memory of love, true love.

I was content hoping that moment would last a lifetime. I laid my head onto his shoulder and listened to him hum along with the music.

"It's such an ancient pitch - But one I wouldn't switch - 'Cause there's no nicer witch than you..." he sung in my ear.

The song was over, and he placed me back on my feet. I smiled at him lovingly, any daughter would have.

"Would you like to meet the children now, Moonbeam?"

"Are you sure!" I asked in excitement, but then I frowned.

"What's wrong, Serena?" my father asked with concern as he lead me away from the dance floor.

"What if they don't like me, Papa? I never have seen other children like me around before. How do I act?" I asked, filled with worry.

He knelt in front of me, tugged on one of my pigtails playfully, and gave me a reassuring smile, "If they can see what I see, they will love you. If not, it's their lost. They will be missing out on a wonderful young girl."

With a smile, I gave him a hug, a hug that would probably be my last.

"Caleb Marcus Wyndham, after knowing you all these years this is the kind of greeting I get? I am the one to seek you out? All this time I thought you had manners."

My father and I looked up from our hug to find a beautiful, elegant woman who could have matched my mother in beauty and grace. She was quite tall with long, wavy blonde hair and blue eyes that seems to twinkle with mischief and secrets. She was also quite pale and flawless like Mr. Malfoy.

Then I realized she was nothing like my mother. Her hair wasn't just blonde; it was like gold thread sprouting out from her head. It was nothing like my mother's pale white or my sun kissed blonde hair. Her blue orbs were much lighter than mine, yet still a bit darker than my mother's, who's held more secrets than the Mona Lisa hid behind her smile. She was beautiful; she radiating with confidence. She reminded me of a Chinese Dragon Lady, seductive and filled with pleasure.

The only thing that was flawed was her nose. It seemed to look cringed, almost as if she smelled something bad.

I stepped away from my father and watched him greet this woman.

"Narcissa darling! I apologize for my rudeness. Next time I come for a visit, I'll make sure not to make the same mistake again." My father bowed and gently took her right hand, brushing his lips over her knuckles.

"It's alright Caleb, but I am here to play messenger for my husband. He wishes to meet with you right away."

"Ah! So he does." My father started off, but then turn to me with a smile. "Narcissa, I would like you to meet my daughter, Serenity."

Narcissa looked down at me with a small smile and patted my head like you would with a dog. "How pretty. She seems to resemble you quite a bit more than her own mother. How is she by the way? Still moping from loss?"

My father forced a smile on his handsome face and said, "She's doing quite well now, thank you."

"That's good to hear, but it's best if you go now. You wouldn't want to keep him waiting, would you?" She asked with a charming smile.

"Of course not, but could you do me a small favor, dear? Could you introduce my daughter to the other children?"

"Oh yes, of course." Narcissa nodded her head and looked down at me once again, smiling. She was about to grab my hand, but I instead turned to my father and grabbed him. I didn't want to be alone with that dragon lady.

"Papa? Do you really have to go?" I asked. I was a bit unsure of what I was going to do.

My father knelt in front of me again and brushed my bangs away from my face. "I have a meeting to attend Moonbeam, and you shouldn't worry so much. Just charm them like you would with the maids back at home and they will love you."

"What if it doesn't work? What do I do?"

"You sit and wait. I'll come back for you when the meeting is over. I promise."

I nodded my head and grabbed the woman's hand, then turned back to my father, "Don't be long, Papa."

He nodded then left me alone to fend for myself.

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Author's Note: I just absolutely love this story, don't you? I'm very much in love with it. I know I'm crazy, but for once I have an actual plot for this series. I'm not writing this from the top of my head. I also want to give a big thanks to my beta.

If there is something you would like to see or happen in the future chapters, feel free to suggest anything. I'm not just writing this for my own entertainment, but for you too.

So please be kind and tell me what you think. You know you want to. :)

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