Damaged Little Doll
Chapter Three: Freak
Written by: Watch-Da-Rain
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Severus, Sirius, Lucius, Draco and Harry. Unfortunately, I don't. I own nothing, but the plot and some characters! But that won't stop me from wishing them to snuggle me every night until I fall asleep. -grin-
Author's Note: (4/8/05) For those who do not know, this is a three part series, called the Damaged Doll Series. So there are exactly three chapters left for this first series before I start posting up the second series.
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Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They've already passed their test in life. They're aristocrats.
- Diane Arbus
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"My Lord, you called for me?" A white masked man asked, as he was on his hands and knees, bowing to the dark figure across from him; with his lips almost touching the cold floor of the room.
"Caleb, my faithful child. My servant," a weak voice answered back from the darkness of the room.
Caleb Wyndham then began to crawl towards the voice to kiss the hem of his robes. He didn't dare to sneak a glance at his master, so he continued to stare at the hem of his black robes, still on his hands and feet. "Yes, my Lord. Your faithful servant is here."
Voldemort was no longer the handsome old man in his early 50's, but a mere shell in a skeletal form. Robes that should have fit him, made it seemed he was lost in the thick black fabric, as if trying to get him to take his last and final breath. His skeletal features were uncanny to a man on his death bed with his blood-shot red eyes. Eyes that made your blood run cold in fear. The intensity and hatred in those eyes are what haunts many at night.
The Dark Lord offered his right bony, fragile hand to the younger man in front of him.
Caleb took the hand gently and kissed the large green emerald ring.
"You have brought me a gift," Voldemort said softly, sounding more like a statement than a question.
"A gift, my Lord?" Caleb asked in confusion, still holding his hand close to his lips. His eyes staring straight into the ring.
"Yes, something much better than your pretty little wife and her mother. Something that will help me see forever."
Speaking of his wife finally gave Caleb the courage to look up into his red gleaming eyes. Scheming eyes that were smiling down at him, making him shiver in disgust and fear. "Something?"
Voldemort took his hand back, and smirked slightly in the hood of his robe, unnoticed to the young man. The death eater beside him took out his wand and lit up the fireplace to give the room some light. Once the fire was lit, the black masked death eater gave Caleb a thick envelope. Caleb now stood up and quickly torn it open in fear.
"It's not really something, it's more of a someone," Voldemort drawled out.
Caleb took out what seem to be photos and his heart suddenly dropped to the pits of his stomach. Photos after photos were of his daughter. All of them focused on his only daughter. There were happy pictures, sad pictures and even some of her sleeping in her room. All these pictures were taken in their home, which was supposed to be a safely guarded home. Guarded not just by countless and countless of spells, but also by smuggle ways and means. The Wyndham Manor was to be as safely guarded as Hogwarts itself.
"I believe you know her as your little Moonbeam."
The now grief-stricken man couldn't take his eyes off the photos, with his hands shaking, harsh breathing and sweat slowly dripping from his body in fear.
"You seem very shock, Wyndham. There is no need for that. You couldn't have possibly thought you could hide that beautiful child of yours, did you?"
Finally coming out from his shock state, he tucked all the photos in his robe pocket and looked at his master, who still sat weakly on his chair.
"Why my child? Why not the others? I already gave you my wife. I gave you her mother. Now you want more from me? Haven't I already served you enough, my Lord? Have I not already prove my loyalty to you many times?" For every word Caleb spoke, his voice grew louder and harsher in anger.
"Crucio!" yelled the death eater, who stood by the Dark Lord.
Screams of pain spilled from Caleb's lips as he was writhing on the floor. After a few seconds, it stopped.
"You of all people should know better than to raise your voice at me, Wyndham. If you're father could see you now, he would be rolling in his grave," Voldemort said, sounding calm yet still weak. "For your defiance, you must be punished."
The death eater once again took his position and pointed his wand at the man on the floor. "Crucio!"
Voldemort sat there with a sinister smile touching his pale, thin lips; listening to the screams, as if it were music itself. Picturing the youngest girl with the White's blood flowing through her veins in his mind.
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Narcissa lead Serena to the corner of the room, where there were chairs lined up in a U shape. Four large chairs were already occupied by well dressed children, looking like tiny adults. With their legs crossed, a scowl placed on one of their faces, drinking cider in crystal wine glasses, they talked animatedly about quidditch.
Narcissa stopped beside the children with Serena standing behind her, clutching onto her skirt. The other four children had yet to notice them, until Narcissa caught their attention. "Children, I would like you to meet Serenity White Wyndham."
Draco turned away from his friends to the little girl he saw earlier hiding behind his mother, clutching her skirt.
Noticing that Serena wouldn't budge from her spot behind her, Narcissa moved aside exposing Serena to the rest of the children.
Serena felt a bit naked under the other kids gaze, as she stood there staring at her white slippers and with hands clasped together in front of her. Then she slowly looked up at everyone with a shy gaze of her own.
"Serenity, this is Pansy Parkinson, Marcus Flint, Blaise Zabini and my darling handsome son, Draco Lucius Malfoy."
Draco eyed the young girl, curiously. With her blonde hair looking like a halo on top of her heart shape face, curious blue eyes, slightly tanned skin and the shiest of all smiles, he could sum her up in one word: innocent. She may have been a very pretty girl, but she was much to fragile looking and weak, and that was exactly what Draco didn't like in a girl. Even for a four years old, his father taught him that everything that belongs to him must benefit and help him gain power, money and respect, including his choice of women.
When he finally caught her eye, she gave him a small smile, only to return that smile with a smirk.
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Serena's POV
After the dragon lady finished her introduction, I bit my lip with anticipation and said my hello, with a hint of shyness in my voice.
I know I didn't come out to you as a shy girl from the start, but I had every right to be shy. I'm not always the happy, bubbly, full of questions type of girl. The only people I have ever spoken to then, beside my parents, were the house-servants (elves and folks) and my cousin Andrew, but we rarely ever talked. You see, he's not allowed to speak to me. As we grew older we would sneak away from our homes just to have a friendly chat. The reason for that was because my mother's older sister never liked my father and wanted nothing to do with him, which unfortunately includes me.
I glanced at everyone, hoping they would accept me and include me in their company.
I looked at the girl Pansy, who was a bit more plump than myself with a flat little face. She made no move to greet me, but she did managed to glare at me angrily for no apparent reason.
A taller and much older boy named Marcus, just smirked at me and gave me a look as if I were some piece of candy or toy, with his arms crossed over his chest.
The other boy who sat next to him, had dark hair that seem to have a mind of its own, always getting in the way of his dark blue eyes. He also looked very pretty and could possibly be mistaken for a girl if he really wanted. He brushed his bangs aside and gave me a wide smile.
"A pleasure to meet such a pretty girl," he greeted, giving me a wink.
I blushed as I looked away and turned to the last boy to my right.
He was the dragon lady's son Draco, but he looked more like his father, Mr. Malfoy. His slicked back hair was a light shade of blonde that shined a bit because of the handful of gel he obviously used. His skin was also a bit pale, yet healthy looking and it helped bring out his gray eyes.
Like the others, minus Blaise, he didn't bother to give me any friendly gesture or a simple hello. Instead, he sat there with a bored look on his face, staring right through me. I decided to give him a small smile, which none of the maids back home couldn't resist, but in return he just smirked back.
Unlike Marcus' smirk, Draco's smirk was just a way of showing me how much better he was than me, regardless that my blood is probably much purer than his own and had more vaults in Gringotts than he and his father could count.
I knew right then, I couldn't possibly fit in with anyone, but Blaise. Even then I had a feeling Blaise gets along with anyone as long as they were pure blood and pretty to look at.
"Well, now that you are all introduced, I must take my leave and mingle with the others," started the dragon lady, then she turned to Draco with a look of concern. "Sweetums, don't drink too much of that cider. Wouldn't want you getting a tummy ache."
"Yes, mother," he responded with a bored 'I don't care' tone.
Once again the dragon lady patted my head and left. I watched her slowly blend in with the crowd and at that moment, I wished she had stayed instead. I continued to stare at the same spot where the lady disappeared until I heard an annoyed voice behind me.
"Are you a pure blood?" Pansy asked, with this hostile tone.
I smiled at her, oblivious to her bitter tone of voice. "Of course I am. Isn't everybody in this party a pure blood?"
"Wouldn't want it any other way," replied a grinning Marcus, who showed off a bit of his yellow crooked teeth.
I grimaced at the sight, and quickly looked away, hoping he didn't catch the disgusted look on my face.
"Why don't you sit right here, Serenity?" Blaise motioned to the nice fabric chair beside him.
"I - I can't." I replied, stuttering a bit.
Blaise and the others gave me a confused glance.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Maybe she thinks you're too dirty for her." Pansy butt in before I had a chance to reply. She sneered at me and continued, "She probably thinks she's too good for all of us."
Blaise looked a bit hurt by the comment, but quickly put up a blank face.
I caught the hurt look though. Feeling like the bad guy, I glared at Pansy, then turned to Blaise and explained, "No, it's not that, I swear. I can't sit there because someone else is now sitting there." I pointed it out, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world.
Draco, Blaise, Pansy and Marcus turned to the empty chair Blaise offered to me earlier, then back to me with a strange look on their face.
I looked back at the chair and saw a beautiful, elegant woman with long black tresses of hair, unbound and wild. Her hazel eyes looked at me with sadness as she moved her slender index finger to her lips in silence.
I closed my eyes hoping she wasn't one of those people I have been trying to avoid.
When I opened my eyes back to the woman who sat in the chair beside Blaise, my heart started to beat rapidly.
There was blood all over her white Victorian wedding dress and her hair seemed to be in clumps as small patches of skin showed, showing that some of her hair had been ripped off. One of her eyes seem to have also been hacked out so it just hung there gently on her bloody cheek. What really looked disturbing was how her nose was pushed a little to the side, pointing to her left and her lips were sewn together by a thick black wire along with long deep gashes all over her face, chest, arms and anywhere else that exposed any skin.
"Looks like you're right, Flint. She is a bit potty." Blaise commented.
But I didn't hear him as I continued to stare at the empty chair.
Pansy laughed out loud, catching my attention. "Potty? That's a bit too lighthearted, don't you think? She's a bloody nutter. A freak!"
I bit my lip and took a step back as I went to look back at the chair to find it empty again. "No one is sitting there anymore. I can sit there now if you want," I said to Blaise in a shy voice.
Before Blaise could reply, Marcus spat out, "We don't want some crazy freak sitting with us. If I were you I'd go to that father of yours' and tell him to take you and your mommy back to St. Mungos."
I took a step back again, shaking with fear and rejection. I turned to look at Draco, but he wasn't even looking at me. He was just staring off into space, pretending I wasn't there.
I looked towards Blaise, and he also wasn't looking at me, but down at his lap.
I didn't dare sneak a glance at Pansy and Marcus. I could feel their intense stare and their mocking sneers and smirks. I wished right then to wipe the look off their faces, but instead I ran away, hoping to find my father. I just wanted to go home. The party wasn't fun anymore.
It wasn't my fault I could see things many couldn't. I see them all the time at home. I see them everywhere. It wasn't until I turn 10 when I realized what I really saw. What I really am. But I'll tell you that another time.
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Author's Note: I also want to thank my beta. You are awesome as always!
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Once I post up my fourth chapter, I have a question that needs to be answered. Well, more like a vote with how Serena's character should be, because I can't really shape up the second part of the series without knowing and I can't make up my mind. So until then, ciao!
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