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Author's Note: Ta- Da! Here is my very first story! Kind of cryptic and depressing but I promise it gets better. You might have read a version of it on Quizilla, it's a story with the same name but it's a joint story with me and three other girls. This one is all me so if you have read the other one, trust me it isn't going to be very similar. Yes, it has the same main character but most of the chapters after the first three aregoing to be completely different and the final outcome of this story will be different. Plus this story will be done alot sooner because I can post whenever I want and for at least the next week, expect a chapter a day. That's it for now, happy reading!

Death. So mysterious and yet so familiar. My haunting and sad companion for the past sixteen years. But now it had gone to far, it had crossed into the unknown and left me shaking and scared in its wake. I hung my head, dropping a single lily onto the first of two black caskets. The sun was shining above, mocking my broken heart as did the birds singing in the trees and the little girl dancing in between her parents as they made their way to the parking lot. Blinking I turned away, I couldn't take it, the pressure was building behind my eyes again. I took a deep breath and pressed my hands against my eyes until I saw stars jump from the darkness. Jacobs' did not cry. We showed no emotion, we had no weaknesses, nothing could bring us low enough to cry, especially not such a trivial thing as death. Being one of the oldest and purest wizarding families, we had a reputation to uphold and now I was the only one left to uphold it.

I trudged up the hill to where Gino, my personal servant, was waiting. He smiled sadly as he saw me and opened the car door. I looked at him through the window as the door clicked shut, he was the last living person that I knew. All of my friends and their parents were either dead or in hiding thanks to the International Ministry of Magic. When Voldemort fell the Ministry came after the Romanian Death Eaters with a vengeance, similar to that of the dark lord himself. I looked down at my arm and cringed. Even with all the criss-crossing scabs and scars I could see the distinct outline of a black skull, the junior Death Eater mark. I wasn't sure I wanted to follow Voldemort but I was a Jacobs and I had a duty to the family. On my fifteenth birthday my parents told me I was getting it, I protested but Father just backhanded me and put me under the Imperious curse. It wasn't my choice, it was my honor, Father told me later that night as I cradled my burning arm, using all my will power to not cry. It didn't bother me much at first and the way my parents loved to show it off to all of their death eaters friends made me happy. But then things changed. The Ministry caught up with us while we were on vacation in Paris. Mother and Father sent me home with Gino and just left. That's when I started trying to get rid of it. There is a cut on my arm for everyday Mother and Father were gone and now they were never coming back.

Pushing a few strands of hair behind my ear, I reached into my pocket and took out the little piece of metal I kept with me all the time now. I closed my eyes and pushed it right over the eyes of the skull. Cut one hundred and eighty three. It didn't hurt anymore, nothing did. After about two months of not a single word from my parents everything just kind of became a blur. Life became something just to get through. I guess I'm too much of a chicken to take my own life and so here I sit cutting my wrists all alone wishing I could be in a casket next to my parents'. I removed the blade and watched as the line became red and blood began to pool. An idea popped into my head and I flipped my arm over so the blood fell to the floor in big crimson drops. I smiled sadly, these were my tears.

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I awoke to Gino shaking me the next morning. I blinked and looked at the clock, it was 7:34. As far as I knew there was nothing planned for the day and no reason for me to wake up at all, let alone this early. I gave Gino a questioning glare.

"I'm sorry to wake you, Miss Aaralyn, but a letter has just arrived for you." Gino said pulling an envelope from his pocket and handing it to me.

"Why couldn't this wait until I woke up on my own?" I asked taking it. It was a good quality parchment, similar to what my Father used. A lump rose in my throat as I corrected my own thoughts, it was similar to what my Father used to use. My name was written on the front in emerald ink.

"There was a letter for me attached. It said that the letter for you was urgent and you needed to read it immediately." I just nodded my head and broke the seal.

Dear Ms. Jacobs,

I am so sorry to hear of your loss. My name is Lucius Malfoy and I am in

possession of your parents will. I would like to discuss it with you and will be at your

house promptly at 9 to do so.

-L. Malfoy

I looked at the clock again, 7:39. I only had an hour and twenty minutes until I would meet the man that held my future in his hands.

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I was waiting in the den at 8:59. I was squeezing the chair arms so tightly my knuckles had turned white. In one minute he would come into this room and he would tell me what was going to happen to me. I glanced down at my wrist to make sure the concealment charm had worked on my cuts. It had, the only thing on my wrist was the black skull. I looked at my other wrist. There, slightly off centered, barely visible was a silvery tattoo. It a series of thin lines that overlapped until they formed a crescent moon and a star. I didn't know where it came from but I'd had it as long as I could remember. Any time I'd ask about it, Mother and Father would just change the subject. Looking at it I sighed, now I would never know what it was.

The door clicked open and in walked Gino, followed closely by a man I assumed to be Mr. Malfoy. He was tall with long platinum blonde hair and an air of pride. He must be rich I thought taking in his obviously designer robes and the smell of his leather boots. I rose to greet him and he smirked taking the seat across from me.

"How are you today Ms. Jacobs?" He asked removing some papers from inside his cloak.

"Fine, thank you." I plastered on my fake smile as he began talking about my parents belongings and money. He told me I would receive all of their riches as soon as I came of age in October, until then he would be executer and make sure things that needed to be taken care of were. I started spacing off as he started listing off everything that was in the will.

I wonder how long this will take, I thought to myself a half an hour later. He had to be near the end of the list, but what did I know. Suddenly he stopped and looked at me.

"Did you hear me Ms. Jacobs?" Mr. Malfoy asked.

"I'm sorry I didn't, what were you saying?" I replied politely smiling. He didn't smile but looked me straight in the eye.

"I said Ms. Jacobs that the only thing left to discuss is the matter of your living arrangements." I blinked. What was he trying to say. "Since you are under age, you are not legally allowed to live on your own and handle your affairs. Your parents left you in my care, until you reach your seventeenth birthday." I blinked again. It just wasn't registering. "You will be attending school with my son, Draco, who is the same age as you. It starts in a week. Until then you can stay here, but I will be here to pick you up two days before we leave. Then I will take you to Hogwarts myself so that we can speak to the headmaster. That will be all for now. Expect me this time in five days. Goodbye Ms. Jacobs." Mr. Malfoy finished quickly and stood to leave. I didn't move. His words were still playing over and over in my head, starting to sink in. By the time it hit me that I was going to be leaving my home in five days Mr. Malfoy was already gone. I looked around the den feeling that familiar pressure building behind my eyes and I quickly took the blade out of my pocket. This place was the last thing I knew, my last sense of security and now it was being ripped away from me just like everything else. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't and so I pressed the blade harder until the blood pooled up around it. It was the deepest I had ever gone. Throwing the blade to carpet I pressed my fingers to the blood and ran from the den, taking the stairs two at a time. When I reached the top I turned right and ran down the hall until I reached another set that spiraled up. At the top I threw the doors open. It was a small bare room. Three walls were completely made of glass, as was the ceiling, but in the middle of the room was what I wanted, my baby grand piano. I sat down and started playing fast and hard, my bloody fingers staining the ivory. I played until everything went black and nothing mattered anymore but the fading notes. I remember the darkness beginning to press and my body beginning to fall against my will and in my head I laughed. I had finally killed myself and I didn't even cry.