~No Longer a Child
Lavender asked me why I didn't say much for Dinner. I said I had too much on my mind. She asked me what exactly was on my mind. I said nothing important. She knew I was lying and told me so and I told her how I rebelled against Pansy the bitch.
"Why do you always want to be in the center of attention?" She asked me.
"Cause keeping silence brings you nothing." I replied
"It keeps you alive." She said back.
"That's not enough." I tell her.
"The only reason you are still alive is because Draco Malfoy is your biological father and from the little conscious he has left he won't kill you. But you never know when that little bit of good in him will die out."
"He pretends that I don't exist." I was letting my emotions get the best of me.
"No Honey, he just pretends he never loved your mother. You were the only proof of their love." She kisses me on forehead. "Don't try to get his attention Neaveh, it will only lead to disaster. Will you help me put the boys to bed?" I smiled and nodded.
***
I woke up in the mourning at around seven. I was the first one up like always. I never like to sleep. It always seemed like a waste of time to me. I sat down in the small living room and took out a book. Lavender had taught me to read when I was younger. So for the most part I re-read the same few books over and over again.
I heard a Knock on the door. It was Rhydon. I pretend to ignore it.
"I know your in there." That ruined my plans.
"One second." I get the door.
"Call this a house?" He asks sarcastically. I glare at him.
"Why are you here?" I ask ignoring the comment.
"Just dropping by." He replied lazily
"You're a horrible liar." I tell him
"You haven't forgotten our deal?" he inquired
I rolled my eyes "Nope."
"Good. I have a gift for you." He handed me a bag and I eyed suspiciously. "Its not poison." It wasn't poison alright, instead it was a long white dress.
"Why?" I ask
"I am offended is it not possible for a brother besot gifts upon his younger sister." He said with a note of sarcasm
"Not when you are the older brother." I say back "Do you remember Scarlet?" It was the first time I had ever mention her to someone other than Lavender
"I was one year old when she was taken away. Why the hell would I remember?"
"Sometime the mind works in an unusual way." I try to articulate this but he cuts me off.
"Devon is staying in the right tower. Wear the dress." Without another word, he left me.
"Today is going to be fairly interesting." I think and without another word I changed and got ready to go to the castle
***
It was a gloomy day there was no denying that. A gloomy day in the Right tower. That was the home of the Gryffindors. They are the people that do all the dirty work around here. They are the people that are now slaves beneath those of the house of Slytherin. My mother was a Gryffindor and my father was a Slytherin. Ironically Harry Potter (the master of both my father and brother) was, like my mother a Gryffindor. He was in fact her best friend, well one of them, the other was Ron Weasily. Both of whom loved her. I don't know much else on that subject. Whatever I knew was just picked from various conversations none of which had been told to me personally.
When I was younger and to this day I wondered what house I would have been sorted into. I was too hateful to be in Hufflepuff; I was neither very loyal. Nor did I have the brains to be in the house of Ravenclaws. I was to evil to be in Gryffindors but too good to be in Slytherin.
Never the less, I found myself on the Right winged tower. There were many dark portraits amongst the walls of various slayings of goblins, muggles, and several Demonic rebellions as well. The paintings moved slowly, the blood slayings kept going as if never ending. There was a portarait of a dark haired man with jet black eyes. His features were sharp and dangerous looking.
"That's my pops." I hear a voice from behind me. I turn around slowly to come face to face with Devon.
"He looks lovely." I say jokingly.
He smirked at me. "If you only saw what his father looked like." I laugh.
"Would I want to?" I say darkly.
"I seriously doubt it. Unless you wanted to be one of the lucky ones too spend the rest of your life in torture chambers." He winked at me.
"Don't think that's quite on the agenda." He smiled at me.
"If you don't mind me asking why are you here?" He inquires.
"It's complicated." I tell him.
"Then I am sure you would not mind telling me." There was no light mood in his voice. Instead his voice had turned dark. I was surprised in this most unpredictable change of manner. Its not as if I had said anything to directly anger him.
"Hiding." I lie. I am excellent liar.
"From whom?" However he sounded slightly skeptically of what I thought was a good lie.
"Pansy Parkinson and her daughter." I say, praying that he doesn't notice I am lying again.
"Clara?" he asks.
"So you have met?" I change the subject as fast as possible.
"Unfortunately."
"At least you're not related to her." He smiled at me. Again his manner changed so abruptly.
"At least you're father, didn't want you to marry her at a point." Fuck! I think. I didn't like the idea of Clara marrying him. She didn't deserve him.
"It would be a crime if he did." I add.
He smirked evilly. "I suppose it would be."
"Your father wants you to marry Clara?"
he looked at me slightly surprised. "He did. But then he realized he couldn't stand having her as a daughter in law."
"No I don't think anyone would. Everyone one dislikes her accept her mother." I say this in a slightly faded voice.
"Your father bestows many gifts on her." He told me. I feel a twinge of jealously.
"Doesn't mean he likes her." I say back defensively.
"You shouldn't be envious of Clara." He adds "She is nothing compared to you."
I looked at his intense blue eyes.
"She has everything though." I say back weakly and frowned. Why was I falling for him? He was a demon. An evil creature, who would destroy me if it meant to get more power.
"If you mean riches. Then yss maybe. But you are better than her believe me."
"Devon." I hear a sharp voice behind me. One I recognized as my father's.
"Fuck, Speak of the devil" I muttered as I turn around. He eyes me icily.
"What are you doing here?" He asks coldly.
"Whatever I please." I say back sweetly.
"She was cleaning." Devon covered up.
"Do you two know each other?" My father asked.
"Maybe." I reply. Both men glared at me.
"We have met before." Devon told him.
"If she is anything like her mother, I'd stay away from her. You wouldn't want her using would you?" He tells him.
I but in. "Funny. I always was under the interpretation that you were using her." I say back icily. He looked back at me darkly.
"You're just like her, rude and ungrateful, always to proud to realize the boundaries." He says coldly.
"You don't even know the first thing about me." I matched his hatred.
"There is a reason for that." I couldn't say anything good back to that.
So I reply somewhat childishly "I hate you." And stammer off down the stairs. But then I realized something. He said I was like her. I was like my mother. He had acknowledged her mere existence a smile emerged on my face.
A small skinny elderly blond, I recognized as my father's mother, my grandmother. She smiled at me weakly. She had always been kind to me as a child, only when we were alone though. I would often go up to her room where she would dress me up and play games with me. Of course after I entered my teens, She lost most of her interest in me and started to spend most of her time with Clara, which angered me.
"Neaveh." She addresses me.
"Mrs. Malfoy." I say with the most respect possible. Its hard though. I still hate her for liking Clara more then me.
"I would not hang around Devon. If I were you." A thousand questions popped into my head. How did she know? Why did she not want me to be around him?
I smile at her curtly "I assure that Devon is just good company and I don't see what the problem is of who I associate with is."
"There are many rumors going around." She told me. "Your sister is very much in love with him as well."
"Rumors never mattered me much and I have no sisters beside the one who lives with my mother besides who said anything about love?"
"You are always drawing bad attention to yourself." She continued. "Who you are associating with now is breaking Clara's heart." I rolled my eyes.
"You need to understand that I am breaking my back at every command Clara gives me its either Neaveh do this, Neaveh do that, Neaveh blab, blab, blab. So I could really at this point careless if I am breaking her fucking heart over I am under association with. Who is the only one in this whole bloody world that treats me like I am human and not some stupid slave and ironically he is the one who is the bloody demon. Besides he hates Clara." She was thunderstruck.
"Your mother would be horrified over what you are doing."
"My mother left me when I was a few days old. I don't think she would have any rights to judge my actions." I retort coldly. It had been the third time a Malfoy had mentioned my mother. Both Rhydon and my father had compared me to her. My father had said it out of hatred. However his mother had put it like had she actually known my mother well, like an old friend or something. I was interested, just not interested enough to show it.
"Neaveh, you were always such a sweet child. What happened?"
I smirk at this "That's the very thing though," I hesitate before continuing "I am no longer a child."
Author's note. I know that Neaveh is a twisty character but the main reason I made her like that was because in most fanfics the characters are either good or bad and you can generally get that vibe.
Anyways I hope you all are enjoying this. I hope its something new. I know I suck at editing and I apologize about that if anyone would be interested in being a beta reader then feel free to leave your email on the review. Thank you for all those reviews. I really wasn't expecting that many for the first chapter.
Lavender asked me why I didn't say much for Dinner. I said I had too much on my mind. She asked me what exactly was on my mind. I said nothing important. She knew I was lying and told me so and I told her how I rebelled against Pansy the bitch.
"Why do you always want to be in the center of attention?" She asked me.
"Cause keeping silence brings you nothing." I replied
"It keeps you alive." She said back.
"That's not enough." I tell her.
"The only reason you are still alive is because Draco Malfoy is your biological father and from the little conscious he has left he won't kill you. But you never know when that little bit of good in him will die out."
"He pretends that I don't exist." I was letting my emotions get the best of me.
"No Honey, he just pretends he never loved your mother. You were the only proof of their love." She kisses me on forehead. "Don't try to get his attention Neaveh, it will only lead to disaster. Will you help me put the boys to bed?" I smiled and nodded.
***
I woke up in the mourning at around seven. I was the first one up like always. I never like to sleep. It always seemed like a waste of time to me. I sat down in the small living room and took out a book. Lavender had taught me to read when I was younger. So for the most part I re-read the same few books over and over again.
I heard a Knock on the door. It was Rhydon. I pretend to ignore it.
"I know your in there." That ruined my plans.
"One second." I get the door.
"Call this a house?" He asks sarcastically. I glare at him.
"Why are you here?" I ask ignoring the comment.
"Just dropping by." He replied lazily
"You're a horrible liar." I tell him
"You haven't forgotten our deal?" he inquired
I rolled my eyes "Nope."
"Good. I have a gift for you." He handed me a bag and I eyed suspiciously. "Its not poison." It wasn't poison alright, instead it was a long white dress.
"Why?" I ask
"I am offended is it not possible for a brother besot gifts upon his younger sister." He said with a note of sarcasm
"Not when you are the older brother." I say back "Do you remember Scarlet?" It was the first time I had ever mention her to someone other than Lavender
"I was one year old when she was taken away. Why the hell would I remember?"
"Sometime the mind works in an unusual way." I try to articulate this but he cuts me off.
"Devon is staying in the right tower. Wear the dress." Without another word, he left me.
"Today is going to be fairly interesting." I think and without another word I changed and got ready to go to the castle
***
It was a gloomy day there was no denying that. A gloomy day in the Right tower. That was the home of the Gryffindors. They are the people that do all the dirty work around here. They are the people that are now slaves beneath those of the house of Slytherin. My mother was a Gryffindor and my father was a Slytherin. Ironically Harry Potter (the master of both my father and brother) was, like my mother a Gryffindor. He was in fact her best friend, well one of them, the other was Ron Weasily. Both of whom loved her. I don't know much else on that subject. Whatever I knew was just picked from various conversations none of which had been told to me personally.
When I was younger and to this day I wondered what house I would have been sorted into. I was too hateful to be in Hufflepuff; I was neither very loyal. Nor did I have the brains to be in the house of Ravenclaws. I was to evil to be in Gryffindors but too good to be in Slytherin.
Never the less, I found myself on the Right winged tower. There were many dark portraits amongst the walls of various slayings of goblins, muggles, and several Demonic rebellions as well. The paintings moved slowly, the blood slayings kept going as if never ending. There was a portarait of a dark haired man with jet black eyes. His features were sharp and dangerous looking.
"That's my pops." I hear a voice from behind me. I turn around slowly to come face to face with Devon.
"He looks lovely." I say jokingly.
He smirked at me. "If you only saw what his father looked like." I laugh.
"Would I want to?" I say darkly.
"I seriously doubt it. Unless you wanted to be one of the lucky ones too spend the rest of your life in torture chambers." He winked at me.
"Don't think that's quite on the agenda." He smiled at me.
"If you don't mind me asking why are you here?" He inquires.
"It's complicated." I tell him.
"Then I am sure you would not mind telling me." There was no light mood in his voice. Instead his voice had turned dark. I was surprised in this most unpredictable change of manner. Its not as if I had said anything to directly anger him.
"Hiding." I lie. I am excellent liar.
"From whom?" However he sounded slightly skeptically of what I thought was a good lie.
"Pansy Parkinson and her daughter." I say, praying that he doesn't notice I am lying again.
"Clara?" he asks.
"So you have met?" I change the subject as fast as possible.
"Unfortunately."
"At least you're not related to her." He smiled at me. Again his manner changed so abruptly.
"At least you're father, didn't want you to marry her at a point." Fuck! I think. I didn't like the idea of Clara marrying him. She didn't deserve him.
"It would be a crime if he did." I add.
He smirked evilly. "I suppose it would be."
"Your father wants you to marry Clara?"
he looked at me slightly surprised. "He did. But then he realized he couldn't stand having her as a daughter in law."
"No I don't think anyone would. Everyone one dislikes her accept her mother." I say this in a slightly faded voice.
"Your father bestows many gifts on her." He told me. I feel a twinge of jealously.
"Doesn't mean he likes her." I say back defensively.
"You shouldn't be envious of Clara." He adds "She is nothing compared to you."
I looked at his intense blue eyes.
"She has everything though." I say back weakly and frowned. Why was I falling for him? He was a demon. An evil creature, who would destroy me if it meant to get more power.
"If you mean riches. Then yss maybe. But you are better than her believe me."
"Devon." I hear a sharp voice behind me. One I recognized as my father's.
"Fuck, Speak of the devil" I muttered as I turn around. He eyes me icily.
"What are you doing here?" He asks coldly.
"Whatever I please." I say back sweetly.
"She was cleaning." Devon covered up.
"Do you two know each other?" My father asked.
"Maybe." I reply. Both men glared at me.
"We have met before." Devon told him.
"If she is anything like her mother, I'd stay away from her. You wouldn't want her using would you?" He tells him.
I but in. "Funny. I always was under the interpretation that you were using her." I say back icily. He looked back at me darkly.
"You're just like her, rude and ungrateful, always to proud to realize the boundaries." He says coldly.
"You don't even know the first thing about me." I matched his hatred.
"There is a reason for that." I couldn't say anything good back to that.
So I reply somewhat childishly "I hate you." And stammer off down the stairs. But then I realized something. He said I was like her. I was like my mother. He had acknowledged her mere existence a smile emerged on my face.
A small skinny elderly blond, I recognized as my father's mother, my grandmother. She smiled at me weakly. She had always been kind to me as a child, only when we were alone though. I would often go up to her room where she would dress me up and play games with me. Of course after I entered my teens, She lost most of her interest in me and started to spend most of her time with Clara, which angered me.
"Neaveh." She addresses me.
"Mrs. Malfoy." I say with the most respect possible. Its hard though. I still hate her for liking Clara more then me.
"I would not hang around Devon. If I were you." A thousand questions popped into my head. How did she know? Why did she not want me to be around him?
I smile at her curtly "I assure that Devon is just good company and I don't see what the problem is of who I associate with is."
"There are many rumors going around." She told me. "Your sister is very much in love with him as well."
"Rumors never mattered me much and I have no sisters beside the one who lives with my mother besides who said anything about love?"
"You are always drawing bad attention to yourself." She continued. "Who you are associating with now is breaking Clara's heart." I rolled my eyes.
"You need to understand that I am breaking my back at every command Clara gives me its either Neaveh do this, Neaveh do that, Neaveh blab, blab, blab. So I could really at this point careless if I am breaking her fucking heart over I am under association with. Who is the only one in this whole bloody world that treats me like I am human and not some stupid slave and ironically he is the one who is the bloody demon. Besides he hates Clara." She was thunderstruck.
"Your mother would be horrified over what you are doing."
"My mother left me when I was a few days old. I don't think she would have any rights to judge my actions." I retort coldly. It had been the third time a Malfoy had mentioned my mother. Both Rhydon and my father had compared me to her. My father had said it out of hatred. However his mother had put it like had she actually known my mother well, like an old friend or something. I was interested, just not interested enough to show it.
"Neaveh, you were always such a sweet child. What happened?"
I smirk at this "That's the very thing though," I hesitate before continuing "I am no longer a child."
Author's note. I know that Neaveh is a twisty character but the main reason I made her like that was because in most fanfics the characters are either good or bad and you can generally get that vibe.
Anyways I hope you all are enjoying this. I hope its something new. I know I suck at editing and I apologize about that if anyone would be interested in being a beta reader then feel free to leave your email on the review. Thank you for all those reviews. I really wasn't expecting that many for the first chapter.
