Tile: The Daughter
Author: Starlight Blue
Summary: 10 years past and the kids are all grown up. With old rivils fighting again and secrects being kept round every corner how will Ginny and Draco cope with a daughter who knows the truth? Second book in The Father series. The Father Posted&Complete
Rating: M. Some sex sence I think.
A/N: The Daughter is here! w00t! Sorry its taken so long but i've had mager writers block the past few weeks and haven't been able to see where to make this path get ot where its going. So theres some back story and some newpeople Jumps I love writing teenage Brice! I really do. I hope you like him as much asI do. I atuchly started with he 4 secion on this story so if theres anything wrong or doesn't match TELL ME! Any way hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing.
On with the story!
The Daughter
Part One
"Faith!" Her name echoed through the house. "Faith!" It was a male voice and it was coming towards her room.
"Oh lord, not this again." The blonde haired 10-year-old rolled over and brayed her head in her pillow, her eyes shut tight. Her door banged open and a red haired, silver-eyed 13-year-old boy stood in the frame. He looked at the lump of human curled up in the sheets.
"Should I wake her?" The teenager thought aloud.
"No." The little child let the word carelessly pass her lips. She could tell what was coming and braced for it, but the impact of his body landing onto of her still knocked the wind out of her and his hand roaming her looking for somewhere to tickle made her laugh with what little air she had left.
"You up now? Huh sis? You up? You up?" She tried to fight him off but he was much stronger then she was.
"Yes! Ok. Yes I'm up!" She cried through tears of laugher. "Brice, get off me. I'm up." Slowly Brice eased off his sister and stood by her bed looking down at her, a smirk pasted on his smooth face. Brice was a strange looking boy now that Faith looked at him she noticed this. His fiery red hair and brown freckles contrasted with the sliver of his eyes and the pointy ness of his chin. But faith looked different. Her blonde hair and sliver eyes matched with the freckles and curves of her face. Still her bother was not ugly. In fact he was seen as one of the most popular boy in his year at his school, Hogwarts.
"Faith!" The young girl was brought back from her musings.
"Sorry what where you saying Bri?"
"I thought I told you not to call me that?"
"You did Bri." It was her turn to smirk.
"Fay stop calling me that!" The boy demanded.
"Why Bri?" Brice looked about to pounce in for another tickle fight when there was a soft cough from the doorway. Both children looked over to see a tall blonde haired female leaning against the wooden frame. She was examining her nails.
"You two better get down stairs." She said not looking up at them.
"Why?" Brice asked rather rudely.
"Why should I tell you?" The women said just as rudely looking up to revile icy blue eyes.
"What he meant to say," Said Faith shooting her bother a look, "was, we'll be down in two minutes Auntie." She smiled a sweet smile, showing off her gleaming teeth, and the women smiled back, her lip-gloss shining wildly.
"That's my Faith, all polite and sweet as sugar." The women strode off and Brice made to pounce on his sister but quick as a flash she climbed out the bed and into her own privet bathroom. One thing Brice had forgotten about his sister was that she was as quick and he was popular. He sighed, laughed and left the room. He walked along the corridor and passed the doors, peering into the open ones. Most where bedrooms, as he knew: his, his sisters and 5 other guess rooms resided on this corridor alone. Their where also doors leading to the bathrooms of each rooms.
But out of the 15 doors on this strait row those rooms only counted for 14. The very first door of the walkway hid what Brice believed to be a dark arts library that was not allowed in, and whenever her tried the handle it was locked. When ever he past it though, he got a gut feeling that it was something more then a dark arts library. Something that concerned him and his sister. Today when he past it he stopped. He looked around him cheeking that the coast was clear and ran a hand through his hair. He breathed deeply out and shook his hands.
"Okay." He whispered to himself in reassurance. "Okay, okay." Slowly he lifted his arm and starched out to grab the handle.
"You know your not allowed in there." He jumped at lest 3 feet off the ground and slammed his back against the opposite wall arms either side of him eyes flicking side to side. On his left he saw his aunt standing with a finger on her cheek elbow resting on the hard of the other arm, which was crossed across her chest. She was doing the family trademark smirk.
"Oh its you." He said calmly striating up and dusting down his light blue shirt. She raised an eyebrow.
"That all you've got to say? 'Oh its you.' When I could go down and tell your parents about what you where just doing." He looked shocked.
"You wouldn't." He said, slightly alarmed. She looked to be considering it but then she smiled and Brice relaxed again. "Thanks, Alexis." He said. He only called her by her name why he meant it, like he did with everyone. Well, apart from his sister.
"You know who you remind me of?" She asked him. The teen shook his head. "You're father."
"Really?" He asked.
"Yes. He was always getting into trouble. I remember having to duel him just for the marmalade at breakfast one summer." She gave a soft laugh and sighed. "That was before what happened…" Her voice drifted off. Brice doubted she knew what she just said.
"Before for what happened?" Two voices said. It was then that Brice noticed his sister standing behind Alexis. She was wearing black as always, and her blonde hair had magically gained several black streaks. He wondered how she could dress like that. Snapping back to what was going on he looked questioningly at his aunt.
"Oh…" She said looking extremely stupid. "Its nothing. Nothing at all." She started to walk back down the hall. "You two better get down stairs. Your parents are waiting." Brice and Faith looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.
"Oh well…"
"Yeah come on." Brice led the way down end less corridors, leaving the locked room behind.
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She lay sleeping like an angel. His little girl, his pride and joy, his one reminder. He did this every morning, stood in the doorframe, watching her sleep before he woke her up. Sighing he walked over to the black haired beauty.
"Dew. Dew, get up." He whispered softly in her ear. She rolled over and murmured a few words.
"Go away." Her voice was so soft it was barely heard by her father.
"Dew. You have a latter." He said softly, a small smile on his face. She sat up instantly, any sleepiness that may have held her a few seconds ago had now disappeared from her eyes and was now replace by and a look of excitement.
"You mean…" She asked. He nodded and she screamed. "I'm going to Hogwarts! Woooooo! Yeah." The girl named Dew flung herself out of her bed and ran out the room down stair into the kitchen. After a few minutes the tall black haired man left the room too and made his way down stairs.
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"But why?" The boy shouted at his mother.
"Brice… its, its for your own good." She said trying hard not to get upset.
"And for Faith's" The man who could only be the father added glancing quickly at the young girl who had sat in the corner not saying a word, since the talk started.
"Oh yeah?" The boy said slumping back in his chair, "How so?" The two parents looked at each other, not wanting to give out to much information. They had come this far; they weren't going to let it slip out in one argument. "What aren't you telling us?"
"Brice. Love. Listen to me." The woman advanced on her son, her arms out stretched. The boy sat up a little straighter but let himself be pulled into his mothers loving arms.
"Its not that where not telling you anything, Its just we don't think you'd be safe at Hogwarts this year." The woman lied, stroking her sons soft red tufts of hair.
"Its that potter kid isn't it." Every one jumped when a female voice spoke those words. Both mother and father looked at the child in horror.
"How many times have we told you not to talk about that… family Faith!" The man shouted.
"But Uncle Fred and Uncle Gorge, always speak of, ha- him so highly." Brice put it, cutting him self off before he uttered a name that would course his mother to go silent and not protect them form there fathers shouting.
"Mr Potter," Man said through gritted teeth, "Is not the kind of man, either of you should be getting in evolved with."
"Now, Draco…" The woman started.
"Ginny." Draco warned. He looked over to his two children. "This has nothing to do with Mr Harry Potter or his daughter. You will be going to Durmstrang and that's final." Brice pushed his mother off in and threw his chair away from him.
"I'm going back to Hogwarts! I don't care what you say!" And then he stormed out that room. Draco got up to follow him but Ginny gave him a glace that clearly said 'wait'. He sighed and sat down.
"I don't want to go to Durmstrang, daddy." Came a soft voice from the corner.
"We know sweet heart." Ginny said crossing the room to hug her daughter. "But its for the best. Now come on. Go and see auntie Alexis, I hear she has some nice makeup that you can play with." Faith gave her mother a look that showed that she knew that she just wanted her to get out the way but all the same the 10-year-old slipped off her stall and out the door closing the door behind. But just before its closed she said something very peculiar.
"I'd watch out for the kettle if I where you." Ginny raised an eyebrow.
"What was that about?" She asked her husband.
"I have no idea." He replied rubbing his temples.
"What are we going to do?" The red head walked back over to the table and sat beside the blond haired man. Not much had changed in the 10 years. Draco had not changed at all apart from the few inches of height he had gained and the faint blond stubble that now roughened his chin.
Ginny however had changed a lot. Over the past years her eyes had grown dark rings around the irises, the irises where a shades lighter then they had been in her Hogwarts years. Her hair was now in soft waves from the number times she plaited it and she had shot up to meet her husbands height, a subject that her teasing was namely consternated on. Draco wrapped his arm around his wife and let her place her head on his shoulder.
"We can't let them go to Hogwarts." He said still rubbing his head with his free hand. "There no telling what lengths Potter will go to, to get to you. As we have seen before."
"I'm just worried that Faith…"
"That Faith knows. Yes. I often wonder that to. But the memory spells that we have put on them both are still strong as far as I can sense. If Faith is trying to remember she will be pushed back." Ginny let out a little sob.
"Why must we do this to them?" She cried.
"As you said it's for there own good." He stroked her hair. "If they knew what Harry had tried to do…" He tailed off knowing that after 10 years she still wasn't ready to talk about it.
"I love you Draco." She said softly.
"And I love you, Ginny." They stayed in a comforting silence that they often sheared. It was their way of showing they cared enough not to use words. When Ginny finally lifted her head and Draco stopped stroking her hair 15 minutes had past.
"Do you want a coffee?" She asked noticing Draco's hands on his temples for the first time.
"Will it make this any worse?"
"No."
"Ok then, I'll have one." Ginny got up and walked over to the kettle. "Why do you insist on doing it the muggle way?" Draco said tilting his head to the side and leaning back in his chair, trying to get a better look of his wife's ass.
"Because its nice to do something once in a while."
"Mm, too right." Draco replied in a husky voice.
"Do you want this coffee or not?" The red head asked turning round and seeing Her husband looking hastily up at her face.
"Yes."
"Then stop thinking dirty thoughts and write to Fred and Gorge." She walked over to the stove and placed the kettle down. Draco rolled his eyes and rubbed his head again.
"Is it me or is Brice getting better at shouting?" Ginny laughed. "What?"
"Do you know who Brice reminds me off?" She asked giggling a bit.
"No." Draco said confused. "Who?" Ginny laughed again.
"You. At his age." Draco's mouth dropped.
"I was not like that!" He said outraged.
"Pfft." Is all she said in reply.
"I wasn't." He protested.
"You where." Ginny finished it; taking the kettle off the stove and carrying it over to the table where Draco had made to cups appear. Just as she started to pour, thought, a sudden whistle made her jump and pour the hot water over her hand.
"Owe!" She yelped, dropping the kettle on the table with a clatter and rushing over to the sink to run her hand under the cold tap. Draco jumped up instantly and rushed over to the sink.
"Are you ok?"
"What does it look like?" She said. She took a sudden intake of breath as the cold water touched the burning skin.
"Here let me…" Draco took her hand softly and took out his wand. He healed her hand with a mixture of water and magic holding her with such care that only a true lover could.
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He sat at the edge of the basin looking in. Pictures flashed by, fading memories of things said and done, pictures of a haunted past and the not so long ago. He stared at the images as they flew pasted, not really looking through the strands of black hair that fell over his eyes. Then a flash of red light, very faint, caught his eye. The images had moved on but with a single wave of his hand he flicked past the memories that where of no importance to him and he laid eyes on the one soul beauty that haunted him still, after 10 years. Ginny Weasley stood in the middle of the basin, her hair blowing indolently in the wind.
She looked sad, so very sad. Her face was pale, amplified by the sliver-ness of the memory, and her red hair only just pulled through. As the out-sider watched, tears grew in his eyes, slowly behind her two more people emerged. Another girl and a boy, both equally as pale as the young red head. The boy had red hair to match the first girls but the other seemed out of place with her frizzy brown locks.
None were smiling as the viewer watch a younger version of him self stumble into the memory. The young boy looked up at the three pale people who looked as if they could not hate him more right now, and collapsed. The three children for mentioned ran to him taking care in weaving spells and calling for help.
"Enough!" The older Harry cried, and the memory vanished but not before he saw the blond haired teenage boy standing on the top of the hill, looking down on the 4 others will a look of depression that he was not one of them. Harry felt the tears streaking down his face. How could he of let that happen? How could he of left them? How could he not have saved his own friends…?
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Faith looked everywhere for her brother, taking up most of her morning doing so. She looked in all 12 bathrooms, 5 studies, 6 practice rooms, 3 grate halls, all 24 bedrooms, she even went down to the bottom floor and in to the kitchen again only to find her mother and father over the sink.
"Told you." She whispered to her-self noticing the kettle on the table. Finally she decided to cheek the library, all thought Brice would not be there, so she thought since Brice was not one for books unless they where dark magic. It was possible that he had moved rooms while she had been cheeking. That was the disadvantage of living in a 60-roomed mansion, there where still parts of the house she did not know.
When she had cheeked 6 out of 7 libraries she thought about going to her dad for help, after all he had lived here all his life as far as she was aware. But that was not needed for as she walked into the main library she saw him sitting in front of the fire. This was one of the largest rooms in the mansion, the walls where lined with books, millions upon millions of books. Where there wore gaps they where filled with green glass windows. There where ladders that ran along the selves and if you spoke the book you wanted they would take you to the right part of the library. Seeing the books strayed about on the floor she could tell her red haired bother had not done that.
"Are you going to clean this up?" She asked boldly.
"Mm." Was all the reply she got.
"Dad will go ballistic if you don't."
"So… your point is?" He said, once again not looking up from his book. Faith took a few steps forward and looked over her bothers shoulder to see what he was reading. He noticed quickly and snapped the book shut but not before she had read the first few lines.
"Harry Potter?" She said tilting her head to the side. "Do you know what dad would do to you if he saw you reading that?"
"Yes, but I'm researching for homework." Faith raised her eyebrow sceptically in perfect imitation of her mother. "I am." He wined "For history of magic." She rolled her eyes.
"Everything's for History of magic with you."
"Well its an interesting subject. Mum and dad lived in the middle of a war you know. Between Light and Dark, Good and Evil, H…"
"Harry Potter and Lord Voldermort. I know!"
"Ah but you didn't know this, The Malfoy's where…"
"Lord.V's right had family."
"And that Harry…"
"Was the only who could kill Lord Voldermort." Brice looked slightly upset, until something struck him.
"Ah but you don't know that The Potters…"
"And the Malfoy's had a long history of hate between there families"
"How'd you know?" Brice said sulkily.
"Duh, Fred and Gorge told me." Both children smiled at the mention of there Uncles. "Why do you think i menioned that Potter kid this morning?"
"Yeah. I recon that's why dad won't let us go back to Hogwarts."
"Won't let you back to Hogwarts. I've never been, so it makes not difference to me."
"But don't you want to go live under the Weasley's rule?"
"Yes! Of course." Fred and Gorge had become the new joint head masters of Hogwarts after McGonagall had stepped down 5 years ago.
"Then fight Draco!" There was a small cough from behind them and both whipped round to see the tall fight of there father standing behind a sofa near the door, hands resting on the top of it. He looked amused at there expressions, but when he spoke his voice was deadly serious.
"Brice, I want to talk to your sister." The young red head blinked at him. "Alone." Draco hinted.
"Oh, ok." He picked up his book and started to walk out when Draco stopped him.
"I shall be testing you tonight." He said a small smirk creeping onto his lips.
"But dad."
"Don't whine. Its not good image."
"Why?" Draco tilted his head towards the books lying on the floor, carelessly tossed to the ground. "Opss." The boy scampered quickly, promising to put on a good show tonight for he knew the consequences.
"As for you, young lady." Draco advanced towards his daughter his face blank, but his voice deep and questioning. "How did you know?"
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"Daddy?"
"Yes Dew?"
"Why where you down with the pensive again?"
"…"
"Where you looking at her, dad?"
"Yes."
"I miss her."
"So do I. Dew, so do I."
"Will I meat Faith and Brice at Hogwarts?"
"I hope so Dew, if you do meet them, here's what you must do."
Harry devised his plan.
To be continued…
A/N: Ok new review thing. I have to have atlest 15 reviews to up date. But if i get 15 reviews and i haven't finshed the chapter then theres not much i can do apart from have you chear me on. So don't say "Oh its ok, i don't need to review, other people will and she'll still update." Well guess what. I know how meny of you are hiting on my story and how meny of you are not reviewing. I aceppt Anos reviwes and some flames with in resion. Even if its one word i'm happy. I just need feed back so that i know if this storys good and i should go on or if i'm wasiting my time. (i haven't slept in weeks because of this story winks its 12:19 pm right now) so please review!