A/N: This is a story of Voldemorts daughter (how cliché) and Draco Malfoy. HUZAH! Please review 3
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Silence clattered through the room as Scarlet stared at the far wall, knowing what would have to happen eventually. She was about fifteen now, tall and slim but strong. Her hair blazing fire-red and her eyes golden amber. She didn't know when she would say when her father walked into the Slytherin library, didn't know what she would do. She sat uncomfortably straight in the chair, stationed in the middle of the room, her gaze unwavering as she sat, quiet, in a plain Hogwarts uniform. Her first year at a new school was going to be bad enough, without her father, whom she had believed to be death all these years, coming into the picture as well.
When he had come back into power he took his sweet time finding out if she were alive. Her mother had died only an hour after she was born, leaving her alone in an orphanage. She had been angry at him for so long, but soon gave up on that when we had come to the startled realization that she could do magic. After years of switching schools and the like, He had come back. He was so angry she had not immediately been sent to Hogwarts that he apparently had a fit. Needless to say that was soon fixed. With a deep sigh, she began to tighten the bandages she kept around her fists ever since she had gone to Durmstrang. What was the worst that could possibly happen?
Suddenly, the doors opened. Typical bad guy, she thought to herself. Burst in here, door flung wide open, all clad in black robes and the like. Way to be original. It took him only a few steps to close in on her. She stood before anyone could tell her not to; stood so they could look at each other face to face. She had his snake like eyes, she found out very soon. She had his straightness, his need to look taller then he really was by way of perfect posture. She had his stare down look and his fiery glare.
"I'm right pissed at you, you know. Right pissed. Not a note. Nothing. For all you knew I was dead, better yet, you left my mother to die, and what for, eh? For the sake of a little shit faced kid!" Her voice was raised now, her fighting stance taken. He didn't flinch; didn't move away as she started screaming in rage. "Some father you are! I should take a page from your book and bloody beat you to death! How'd you like that you scaly SON OF A FUCKING BITCH?"
"Deep breaths, Scarlet darling, deep breaths; we don't need you passing out before you train comes." He was using that voice people used to cool others down, she quickly realized. He was trying to scare her.
"FUCK THE GODDAMN TRAIN!" She turned and kicked the chair over. A few death eaters, who had surrounded the room, flinched. He was coming towards her. Cold hands took her shoulders.
"Scarlet. Darling. Love…there, there. Calm down, now. Things will all make sense soon enough. Now, why don't you take your things and Lucius will take you down to the train station, and you'll go off to school. We'll catch up when you've had more time too cool off." The last sentence took the tone of a treat. Her shoulders dropped a bit.
"Fine. But don't think I'm giving up on beating you to death."
"Scarlet." He turned her around so they could see each other, face to face. You're my daughter. I would expect nothing less of you." He grinned at her.