Hey! New fic! Yay! I finally get to write one. I was able to write one on the fifteenth of November, but I couldn't think of anything to write. I've finally come up with an idea. I hope you guys like it. Go easy on me, since it's my first shot at one. Thanks.

Deepred

Summary: Tally Sheldon has been hiding in muggle America for nineteen years… since she was born, to be frank. Her mother made the mistake of falling in love with an evil man the wizarding world seems to know and fear. Tally doesn't fear him, though. All she has for him his hate and loathing. She's about to get her chance to show him that you aren't born evil just because your father is evil, when a platinum blond headed young man shows up at the convenient store she works at. Now, Tally's on a mission to save not only Draco Malfoy's life, but his very soul as well.

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Harry Potter. I only own this plot and the character Tally Sheldon.

DAUGHTER OF DARKNESS

CHAPTER ONE

A CALIFORNIA CONVENIENT STORE

Talley Sheldon sighed to herself. There was no one else to sigh to. No one ever came to this little convenient store after hours. Come to think of it, they didn't come during the day, unless it was a last resort. At night, it was completely dead. She didn't even work with anyone.

Tally stared at the clock. It was only half past two. She still had four and a half hours to go until she could go home. "Damn this place," she sighed, "I need another job."

Tally, deciding that there was no reason to just sit inside, went outside for a smoke break. It was the only bad habit she really had. She never bit her nails, she didn't like the taste of any kind of alcohol, she saw no since in narcotics, so… smoking was it.

Tally was a pretty nineteen year old young woman. She had long auburn hair and blue eyes she thanked heaven she got from her mother. She'd never met her father and didn't want to. She knew exactly who her father was. Her mother told her when she was old enough.

Tally was your typical witch, trying to hide as a muggle. The only thing different about her was that Voldemort was her father. No big deal… yeah right! Tally knew who her father was, but she made it a point not to let anyone else know. She knew they'd freak out if they found out. She couldn't have that.

It wasn't her mother's fault she fell in love with the wrong man. It wasn't her fault. She made a mistake. He was charming, he knew all the right things to say to her… his venom words worked their magic and the next thing Tally's mother knew, she was pregnant, and fleeing the country. Her mother took every chance she could to say that she loved Tally… that she was the one good thing that came out of such a horrible thing. Tally loved her mother… she had the kindest heart.

Tally watched the lights flickering in the sign, as she smoked her Camel light. 'Someone's going to have to dish out the money to fix that,' she thought.

"Can I bum one of those?"

Tally looked up, rather surprised. There was a young man, with blue/grey eyes and platinum blond hair standing next to her. She smiled, "How old are you?"

"Seventeen, but it's perfectly legal in England for me to smoke."

"Oh, well… if it's legal in England…"

She took a cigarette out of her pack and handed it to him. "Thanks," he grinned.

"No problem. Don't tell your parents I'm contributing to a minor."

"Trust me. They won't know. How old are you?"

"Nineteen. Why?"

"You know how old I am, so I wanted to know how old you are."

"Then that's a perfectly reasonable question. What the hell are you doing here?"

He laughed, "Friendly, aren't you?"

"It's just that… people rarely come here at all during the day, let alone at night."

"I'm here for a reason."

"Yeah? What would that be?"

"I'll tell you later. I haven't had a decent conversation in a while."

"I'm sorry. You're welcome to converse with me as long as you want. I've got no one to talk to."

"You really are friendly. That's curious."

"Why is that curious?" she asked, throwing her cigarette to the road, "Are you going to light that?"

"I'll save it for later. It's curious for a good reason."

"You have a lot of reason's you aren't telling me about," she smiled, "And I only just met you."

He smiled, "It'll all come together."

"So, mystery man, what's your name?"

He looked disappointed that she would ask him. "It's uh… Draco Malfoy."

"Oh. It is coming together."

"You've heard of me?"

"I've heard of you and your family… and what you've been accused of. No wonder you aren't having decent conversations."

"Do you know why I'm here?"

"I have an idea. Do you want some coffee, Draco Malfoy?"

"I think I could use some."

She stood, "Follow me."

The two of them walked inside. Tally walked behind the counter and began pouring two cups of coffee. "You're awfully calm about it."

"Yeah, well… I'm not scared of a messenger. You aren't going to hurt me, are you?"

"No. I've no intention of hurting you. I didn't even want to come find you. It has nothing to do with you."

"I know. Your boss is an asshole. Just thought I'd get that said and done."

Tally handed him a cup of coffee. "Thanks."

"The cream and sugar are over there," she pointed over at a counter and he walked over to it.

"What do you think about the reason I'm here?"

"Nothing. Because I'm not going."

He looked worried, "If you don't… if I don't bring you to him… he'll kill me."

"Then don't go back."

"If I don't go back, he'll kill my family."

"Man, I just love guilt trips."

"I'm not doing it on purpose."

"I know you aren't. Well… you don't have to leave right now, do you?"

"No. I don't have to leave right now."

"Good. Have a seat at one of the tables and let me fix you something to eat."

"You have food here?"

"Hey, muggles are pretty good when it comes to putting things together. This is a convenient store. It has everything."

"Alright. Thanks."

"No problem. It'll take only a couple of minutes. I'll have a good snack fixed for you in no time."

Tally didn't say a word while he ate. She took that time to clean the counter and think. When he was finished, he said, "That was really good. I haven't had a decent meal in a while."

"There are a lot of decent things you've done without."

"You have no idea."

"Bastard."

"I… I beg your pardon?"

"No, not you. Your boss. I'm going with ya, Draco."

"You will!"

"Yep. Not for the reason you think, though. When I get there, I'm going to kill him."

"Are you mad!"

"That's what the mental institution told me…"

His eyes grew wide. "Oh! You don't know I'm joking!" she laughed.

He gave her a weak smile, but as soon as it came, it faded away, "You can't kill him, Tally. You'll die trying."

She smiled, "At least I'll know I tried."

"So, when do we leave?"

"Tomorrow morning. We'll fly to Michigan, and then we'll drive to New York. After that, we'll fly the rest of the way to England. It'll be fun and we can get to know each other."

"Sounds like a plan."

"I'm glad they sent you, Draco."

"Why?"

"Because you aren't one of them. Not really. He's scared ya. He's holding something over you to make you do things he wants you to do. If you don't do them, he says that he'll kill you. Well… I'm going to save you," she said, plainly.

He stared at her, thoughtfully. She'd gotten nothing from him. If he didn't already know it, he would never have suspected that she was the Dark Lord's daughter… and he was glad.

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