Damaged Little Doll

Chapter Five: Sins of a Father

Written by: Watch-Da-Rain

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter, Sailor Moon, or any other reference I may use from other random movies.

Author's Note: FYI - Ages:
Lucius - 25; Draco, Pansy and Blaise - 4; Serena - 5; Marcus Flint - 8, I think.. Does anyone know if I am right? Flint is 4 or 3 yrs older than Draco?; Selenity White Wyndham - 23; Caleb Wyndham - 35; Voldemort - 57; anyone else - your guess is as good as mine :)

Warning: (April 22, 2005) I was actually thinking about a rape scene since that is very traumatizing and it does seem like something Voldemort would enjoy watching, but I realized that having Serena get rape at the age of five is a little too much. So instead of physical rape I'm going to try to think of something else. I don't know what yet, but it's going to be something and hopefully something good. How I am going to do that? I have not yet figured that out.

-SinS oF a FatHeR-

And you're Daddy's Little Girl
You're the end of the rainbow
My pot of gold
You're Daddy's Little Girl to have and hold
A precious gem is what you are
You're Mommy's bright and shining star.

You're the spirit of Christmas
My star on the tree
You're the Easter Bunny to Mommy and me
You're sugar
You're spice
You're everything nice
and you're Daddy's Little Girl.

Al Martino or Dean Martin - Daddy's Little Girl

-SinS oF a FatHeR-

Author's POV

After what felt like hours of tears and sobs, Draco still sat stiff as a board. His hands were gripping his knees and he was staring straight ahead with a nervy, annoyed look etched on his young boyish face. 'Damn, when will she stop crying? I have to be heading back inside soon before mother starts to worry,' he thought to himself, though not wanting to just leave because of his soon to be worried mother. He was not much use to little girl's tears.

Draco wanted to sigh out his frustration, but could not. He was so tense, and was afraid to make any sudden movement. He dare try to glance at the little girl beside him; he didn't want see the ugly teary eyes his mother would have after her beatings mirrored within this little girl.

Serena quickly ran out of tears and silently sniffled away the remnants. Draco was finally able to relax.

"Are you done?" Draco asked in an annoyed tone. He still would not look at her and instead he was staring at anything but her.

Serena nodded, even though she knew Draco would not notice her head move to his question, but she was not ready, however, to open her mouth just yet. She was scared that if she did, it would be harder to choke back the sob she felt creeping up from her throat again.

She moved away from him and sat back up in the same position that he had found her in earlier. Taking the hem of her dress, she used it to wipe away her tear streaked face and her blood shot, swollen eyes. Feeling refresh once more, she gave him a small thankful smile.

"Thank you."

Feeling a bit embarrassed and awkward towards her display of emotions Serena kept giving off, he just shrugged, still not bothering to look at her.

-SinS oF a FatHeR-

Serena's POV

My father had always told me I was like some sort of emotional music box - singing the tunes of my emotions. Of course, my mother believed that was rubbish for him to say so and told him to not encourage me into such weakness. But, I really couldn't help myself and was quite embarrassed with the display of my overwhelming sorrow.

Draco must have felt just as embarrassed as I was, maybe even more. I could almost feel his shoulder tense under my forehead. I was still glad he was there though. I had not cried so much since the longest I could remember.

My mother would never tolerate such tears and I somehow knew by Draco's action that he was brought up the same way.

Once my tears were all dried out, I moved away from him to wipe away any tears left from my eyes and on my cheeks. After thanking him and receiving a shrug in return, we fell quiet. Not bothering to speak or try to get one to acknowledge the other, we just sat there in a comfortable silence; listening to the soft winter wind breezing its way through the branches of trees.

Tired of staring off into nothing, I decided I would stare at something of an actual interest: Draco Malfoy. He was still in the same position he was in a few minutes ago when I last took a glance at him: still staring off into space, but at least now he looked much more relaxed.

I didn't notice earlier, but he looked a bit fat. Not exactly fat as in round and tubby, but just a little more fat added on to his baby fat. You could tell that it was all his mother's doing. His mother did seem to be the kind who could not help but spoil her own child with sweets, filling him up so he may look sweet enough to eat.

–Smile-

Alright, so he didn't exactly look sweet enough to eat with all the seriousness written on his face, but he didn't look ugly and disgusting like the older boy, Marcus. Draco actually looked kind of dashing if he would only grin, but maybe then his squeezable cheeks would get in the way.

After a few seconds of staring at him, his face slowly tensed once more. He looked as if he was more concentrated than he was relaxed. I leaned in a bit closer, wondering what he could have been thinking of that would make him go tense the way he did. Then suddenly, he turned to me sharply and the next thing I knew, I was staring directly into his stormy gray eyes.

He looked very annoyed. Especially since my face was only a few inches away from his face. I could not help but smiled to myself as my eyes wandered to his cheeks and I thought of how much I wanted to pinch those chubby cheeks of his.

"What do you want?" he asked harshly. But being the optimistic child that I was, I smiled at his harsh words.

"Nothing," I simply said, still staring at his annoyed features etched on his boyish face.

"Then why are you staring at me like that?" he asked, not really convinced with my answer. He scooted further away to put more space between us.

"Staring at you like how?" I asked innocently, with a confused look I forced on my face.

He looked at me as if I was crazy, as he moved even further away until he was on the other side of the bench. "You know like how," he said, looking even more annoyed. As you could now tell, I was rather enjoying myself.

I shrugged and replied, "I was just thinking how cute your chubby cheeks are."

"My cheeks are not chubby and stopped staring at me like that!"

I shrugged again, "If you don't like me staring at you, then why are you still here? No one is keeping you."

"Just a few minutes ago, you were," Draco snapped back.

I was still staring at him, as he tried to stare me down. "Well, no one is now," I replied with a haughty tone.

Before he could retort, I heard someone calling for me from a distance.

"Serena?"

Completely forgetting about Draco and leaving without any proper goodbye. My eyes grew wide with happiness, as I hopped away from the bench and race towards my father's voice. My father was walking towards me in a black robe I did not see him wear earlier, but thought nothing of it. I finally came in contact with my father. My arms were wrapped around his neck, and were his around my waist.

"Where were you, Papa? I said not to take long and you took forever."

He did not answer me; but looked around instead. It was as if he was avoiding my gaze just as Draco had done. "Were you here long?"

"I was here forever waiting for you, Papa." I told him, wanting him to feel guilty for leaving me alone for so long, but instead he nodded his head, still avoiding my gaze.

"Alone?"

I was mad and frustrated because he did not feel a bit apologetic. So, I just shook my head and let go of his neck. My father placed me back onto the ground and silently took my hand. Just as I was about to be lead back into the manor, I remembered I have not yet said my goodbye to Draco. I tugged back my hand and ran back to the gazebo to find him gone. I pouted to myself.

Sighing, I turned back to find my father on my trail. When he finally reached me, he once again grabbed my hand. If he noticed I was upset, he did not show it. In fact, he did not say anything at all; he just pulled me back towards the manor.

What was wrong with him? I wondered. He never acted in such a manner with me before. He was usually happy and a smile never ever left his face. I did not know why I hadn't bothered to notice before, but something was clearly different about Papa. There was something about him that made me feel a bit afraid.

-SinS oF a FatHeR-

Author's POV

Mr. Caleb Wyndham had something different etched on his hard handsome face. A look that was not there before they both had arrived in the Malfoy's home. It was the look of worry and fear that replaced his usual proud, happy and carefree expression. He also looked a bit mad with that hard look in his now dark blue eyes, which also hinted some pain. His jaw locked in place and his lips closed tight with no trace of his handsome smile or his aristocrat's trademark smirk. His newly tanned skin was now slightly pale, and he was now limping instead of his usual confident strides.

Serena had no idea what was wrong with her father, so she did the only thing she could do to comfort him and herself.

She stopped abruptly and threw herself in his arms, catching him off guard.

"What are you doing, Moonbeam?"

Serena then pulled back to find his eyes were back to his clear blue shade and he had a hint of a small smile on his lips. He also looked a bit more relaxed. "I'm making a memory, Papa."

With a raised, questioning eyebrow, "A memory?"

Serena nodded, "Years from now, when I'm all grown up I'll always remember my Papa and how he always smelled of ..." Serena stopped to hug him again and took a big whiff of his scent before pulling back, " ... Peppermint and coffee."

Her father barked up a laugh, as he ruffled her hair, "And I'll remember how my daughter always loved to smile and how everything she does would always come from the heart."

Serena looked at her father with adoration in her eyes once more. She couldn't be any happier than she was at that moment; she could not wait for what tomorrow could bring. Maybe the heavens would give her a gift for Christmas, a gift that would make her father stay at home much longer.

"Come on, Moonbeam. We have to hurry," Wyndham said, as he took her hand and lead her into the manor.

-SinS oF a FatHeR-

Serena's POV

Every step we took I noticed my father would tense up a little more beside me. When I glanced up at him, I found his stern, serious expression again. It was almost as if he was staring straight towards our destiny.

When I noticed we were not leaving just yet and was walking up a few flights of stairs, I was completely baffled. I tugged on my father's hand to grab his attention, but he neither stopped nor slowed down. Come to think of it, he had quickened his pace and I had to practically run to keep up with his long, limply strides.

"Papa? Why are we in such a hurry? I thought we were going home, 'cause I am a bit tired."

His hand gripped mine much tighter, making me wince in pain. "We will be going home shortly, but I have one last business to attend to," he told me in a tone I have never heard before. I was almost convinced that this man was not my father, but then again I do not actually know my father well enough to assume such things.

Finally, we stopped and I could not help but fear for my life as I stood before a large plain door.

I shivered, wanting to wrap my arms around myself, but I was too afraid to move. I was not sure why, but I could feel my little heart beat loudly and slowly in my chest against my rib cage.

Scared, yet anticipating what was behind the door, I shifted closer to my father, using him as some sort of shield as I watched him slowly put on his hood and white mask.

"Papa?"

I wondered if that man behind that mask was really my father, and if he really was, then why did he looked like one of those bad people that Old Man Jonathon had once told me about?

Old Man Jonathon once said there was a huge society of wizards and witches that served a very dark and dangerous man. He also told me that even though that Dark Lord of theirs has been defeated and vanished from sight by an innocent baby boy named Harry Potter, this society still exists.

When I asked him what they would have looked like, he answered, "They are nothin', but dark hooded figures. Covered in them thick, heavy black robes. Ye can't see their faces, since they covered up in them masks. They're like shadows. Ye never know where or who they are. Dangerous folks. You stay clear from 'em, Miss Serenity."

Is my father one of those bad people everyone fears? I wondered, feeling the fear creeping into my bones as I watched my father slowly move to open the door. It felt like forever; I held my breath and watched in slow motion as the door opened in front of me.

"Papa?" I said again, trying to catch his attention, but he never sent a glanced down in my direction. Instead, he looked straight ahead towards the now opened door.

"Is this my gift, Caleb? You shouldn't have." A teasing voice appeared from inside the room.

-SinS oF a FatHeR-

Author's POV

The Dark Lord impatiently waited for his Christmas gift with only a few others who were a part of the inner circle.

Lucius Malfoy, in his black robe and white mask, stood leaning near the fireplace. Another stood by the Dark Lord like a tall statue, and one stood guarding the door.

Soon, more of those who were a part of this inner circle came. Then a few who wore black masks also arrived, but they stood more in the background behind the white masks; they were not yet privileged to have floor seats to their master's meetings.

Suddenly, yet slowly, the door opened. Everyone turned towards the door, but the Dark Lord had a better view from where he sat.

"Papa?" A child's voice echoed into the room from outside.

The Dark Lord smiled maliciously.

The little girl looked so much like her mother, except for the color of her hair, her eyes, and her small sweet innocent smile, although she was not smiling at the moment. He saw plenty of photos showing off her carefree nature. All that was different from her sweet mother she had taken from her father. She was also a bit tanned, unlike her mother and any other woman from the White family, who were pale like the full moon.

This girl looked up at her father with fear and worry written on her face. Unlike any other death eater's child, her face was more animated. She wore her emotions inside her sleeves and her wide, blue cornflower eyes.

"Is this my gift, Caleb? You shouldn't have." The Dark Lord said in a soft, teasing voice.

-SinS oF a FatHeR-

Serena's POV

My blood ran cold as I slowly looked away from my father towards the voice in the dark, dimly lit room.

"Papa..." I said again in a soft whisper as I slipped my left hand into his right.

"Why don't you come in, little girl?" the voice called out to me.

I was much too scared to move. I just stood there frozen like a statue, holding my father's hand tightly. My breathing became more rapid and shallow - in and out from my slightly opened mouth; my eyes wide. My small body was shaking in fear, or because of a chill that surrounded me? I do not know.

It is hard to remember such a memory as this; a dark memory that haunted my dreams all these years; a memory that had befallen me when I was not but a child. So I apologize now, if my memory seems to be incorrect or not as detailed as I wish it to be.

But that voice... I will always remember that voice, the voice may have sounded soft and short of breath, but it held no warmth or kindness in it. It was filled with so much cold and hatred that I never felt such a feeling from hearing a voice again.

Pause-

It is so hard to describe such feeling, a certain feeling a child should never experience, especially a child who has been sheltered 'til that night.

"Will you not come in, Serenity? Why don't you come in and play with your father's dear, old friend? Do you not want to play?" The voice said.

I slowly lowered my eyes to the ground, not liking how the man inside could see me and I could not see him. I shook my bowed head slowly in reply.

"No?"

There was a slight pause.

"Why don't you show your beautiful daughter in, Caleb? She seems to have the chills. She could use a little warmth by the fireplace."

"Yes, my Lord," my father replied in a deep business like tone which seem to be a bit mechanic. His grip tightened around my hand, and he dragged me inside.

Once I stepped foot inside the dimly lit room, the room lit up in such a roar. I saw more robed people with white masks, and behind some of them were those who had on black masks.

Then right in front of me was a man who was sitting on a chair, a small, frail looking figure hunched over.

Too be honest, all I could think of was to get out of there.

-SinS oF a FatHeR-

Author's POV

Serena tried to pull her hand away from her father. Trying to move back slowly towards the door behind her, but her father just tightened his hold. So, Serena could do nothing but stand still and place her faith on her father as they stood before the Dark Lord. Her father would protect her, wouldn't he?

"Come here, child," Voldemort commanded softly, motioning his index finger in a manner to tell her to come foreword. "Hurry now, Serenity. My patience are running out."

Serena quickly turned to her father beside her, placing her free hand over his hand that was holding her other one. "Please, Papa. Can we go home now?" There was a hint of urgency in her voice, but her face remained calmed as ever.

No emotions were held behind Caleb's mask, as he stared down at his only daughter's large watery eyes that were pleading for him to let her go.

"Go home? But the party has only just begun," Voldemort said in a sadistic merry way. "Caleb, why don't you take a seat right here next to me?" It was more of a command than a question.

Caleb slowly let go of Serena's hand and did what he was told.

Seeing how no one was keeping her, Serena turned around towards the door and ran.

"Locomotor mortis!" Lucius yelled, locking the little girl's legs together and making her fall face down.

The two death eaters that were the closest to her, lifted her up from the ground. With one on each of her arms, they began to drag her towards their Dark Lord, who was slowly beginning to stand up. Her sobs grew louder with every step she was forced to take.

Her face was already wet with tears as she kept pleading in a whisper, "Please - please don't." Her eyes kept shooting back and forth from her father to Voldemort. "Papa, please."

The death eaters who were dragging her stopped just a few feet away from their Master. They stood still in posture, still holding onto the girl between them.

Voldemort took one step at a time: slowly, unsteadily, and painfully walking towards his prize. Finally, he stood in front of her. His thin bony fingers lifted her chin up until both their eyes met. "Finite Incantem," he whispered, his wand pointing towards her from inside his sleeves.

When Serena's legs finally unlocked, she wobbled a bit and would have stumbled if it was not for the strong hold from both men on each side. Her knees felt like soft chocolate pudding, trembling from the affect of the leg locking curse. Her legs could no longer hold her weight, so she collapsed. The two death eaters beside her still held her up, making her hang there gently, bruising her arms with their grips, bending her knees closely together. She was almost in a kneeling, hovering the floor.

"I'm very sorry, my dear, but your father can't help you now."

Serena stared down towards the wooden floor, scared to meet the Dark Lord's monstrous eyes. "Then who can?" She asked in a hoarse whisper.

Voldemort laughed a soft bellowed laugh at her response.

"What do you want?" Serena croaked, her throat hurting from the many sobs trying to escape.

"You," was his only answer, but from such a simple answer came a voice everyone feared. "All I want is you."

Serena looked up at him in surprised, thinking how a feared man or creature would ever want with a child like herself. Then suddenly, in a flash, she was thrown onto her back by an unknown force; skidding a few feet. The force must have come from the Dark Lord himself, because like a snake stalking his prey, he slithered on top of her. Straddling her from making any attempts to escape, but she could not even move because his touch was so cold - so lifeless, it felt as if she was touching death itself.

Caleb Wyndham felt like running away like the coward he really was, but he could not. His master wanted him to watch his moment of glory. Watching Voldemort attack his daughter in a way no father wishes to see his child suffer was his punishment for keeping Serena a secret from the Dark Lord. Yet, he also knew he will be awarded greatly for giving him his only child, the child who shares the White blood, just as he had done before.

Being the master's right hand man and first before Lucius was something to be proud of, and it did not hurt that it helps the appearance for his family name within the wizarding community. But is it worth losing a child you have grown to love? Is it worth another tear to his wife's now fragile heart?

Caleb closed his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose to shake off the thoughts that were beginning to cloud his mind. This must be done. This is what the Dark Lord wants. He knows what is best, and it is best to be on the side who will soon rule the entire wizarding world.

"Non capisco." (I don't understand)

Caleb's eyes snapped open, and looked at her daughter, who was now staring at him from the floor and speaking to him in Italian.

"Papa? Può aiutarmi, per favore?" (Can you help me, please?)

The Dark Lord slowly turned his head towards Caleb, still pinning the girl underneath him. Then slowly back to his prey and quickly bit onto her neck.

Tears started streaming from Caleb's eyes as he watched his little girl screaming from the pain. Watching as Voldemort sucked her pure, untainted blood into his disgusting mouth.

"Mi perdoni," Caleb Wyndham whispered, as he placed his head on his hands, waiting for the screaming to stop. (Sorry/Forgive me)

-SinS oF a FatHeR-

(5/29/05) Sorry for the long wait. Finals were coming and it was either spend time with a potential boyfriend-to-be or spend time writing... But finals are finally over and I'm going to try to write this series as much as I can during this summer, while I'm off to summer school. Yay, me.. Much Love!

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