disclaimer:: again, I don't own these characters. well. 'cept Fayeth...and Geneviere...
Chapter Two:: Mother and daughter
FayethYaxley was the prduct of two of the magical world's most dangerous Death Eaters, Geneviere James and Abraxus Yaxley. The two of them had been assigned a stake out mission to try and discover a way into the Order's hidden headquarters. One their sixth night of stalking known members, they finally discovered the location. But it did them no good. The house was protected by the fidelus charm, and no death eater would be able to coax the information out of it's keeper, Albus Dumbledore. But still, Geneviere and Abraxus were ordered to watch in case some window of opportunity should open up. On their twelfth night of watching and waiting, it all became too much for the two of them, and they surcame to the sexual tension that had plagues their stake out since day one.
Six weeks later, Geneviere was getting sick every morning and was eating like a hog, but never filling up. She knew what was happening o her, it didn't take a strech of the imagination. She kept er situation a secret as long as possible, but after a few months it was more than easy to tell. Still, she continued on determined to not let this hinder her in her assignments for the dark lord. She was ever present when that disgusting human wormtail reported the whereabouts of the Potter family. She'd begged the dark lord to allow er to come along. Said she knew the two of them, Lily and James, were strong magicians and wouldn't go down easily. But Voldemort refused. She thanked her for her insistence, and her faith in him as her leader, but he wanted this kill for himself.
That night, Geneviere had er daughter, in the back room of Lucious Malfoy's house, with baby Draco crying from Geneviere's screams. She named the girl Fayeth, as a symbol to her never ending faith in her Lord, then promptly fell asleep for three days.
When Geneviere awoke, the house was in chaos. She learned that her friends and fellow death eaters had been killed or imprisoned, or has just barely escaped the fate. And that the only reason she was still walking free was that the Malfoy's had insisted she was in a coma while recovering from the Imperius curse. Geneviere was furious at them for even suggesting that she would only have done the Dark Lord's wishes by being forced to; but after some stern reasoning with, decided that it was best. She was free from a prison sentence and still alive. As was Fayeth and her father.
From then on out she committed herself to raising her daughter to be a strong and talented witch. Geneviere made sure that Fayeth ate, slept and breathed magic from a very early age. Geneviere even let her daughter practice with her own wand what she could not do without one. She raised her to believe in the philosophy that had gotten her so far with the Dark Lord. Love not. For love is a bittersweet emotion that is as easily used against you as it is to feel. Fayeth was taught to only substitute passion for love. Because passion, be it for a person or for an art, could not be anchored, and when used against you had a minimal effect. She was taught not to show emotions. that her face could sometimes be her biggest betrayer. By showing an enemy that you were frightened, you let him know that he had power over you and when you lost power in a duel, you lost your life.
Geneviere was raising a smaller, younger and more able version of herself. Fayeth's eyes held that same fiery look as her mother's from day one. And even though that was almost the only similarity between the two, as Fayeth was the spitting image of her father, it was the most obvious and people often had trouble guessing who her father was because she looked so like her mother in the eyes.
Fayeth took to her mother's teachings like a duck to water. She often woke up before her mother in the mornings so that she could get in a few extra minutes of what she considered play. She loved all the spells and curses she was learning. it made her feel like an adult, powerful and important. She ate it up, every bit of it. She especially loved the days when Geneviere would sit her down and tell her stories of her times as a Death Eater. Fayeth took a special interest when the Imperius curse was involved. The thought of controlling someone's physical being while not being in control of their mind enthralled Fayeth. She didn't want to control her victim's thoughts, that would give her less power in the situation, she thought. But it didn't stop her from wanting so badly to experiment with this curse. Geneviere had forbidden it until she was of school age. So many things could go wrong with the Unforgivable Curse, and Geneviere was afraid that something could go wrong and she would lose the only person she'd ever cared for as more than a face and a name.
To the outside world, Geneviere and Fayeth lived like socialites. When they weren't at home telling stories and practicing spells, they were often spotted at the ministry of magic, making nice with the Minister and the other socialites often found around. Geneviere had made it very clear to Fayeth's father, Abraxus Yaxley, that Fayeth was her daughter before she was his. But even with the short time they spent together, Fayeth grew very close to him, often showing off her newest spells and asking him to tell her stories like her mother did. Abraxus didn't tell her any stories of his Death Eater days, he wasn't sure a child as young as her should be hearing things like that. He treated her like a child, and Fayeth highly resented that. But even though she resented the way he talked down to her and undermined her mature upbringing, she still cherished the time they spent together.
When Fayeth turned 11 she, of course, received her letter from Hogwarts. Geneviere immediately took her to Olivander's, and it came as no surprise that Fayeth's wand was almost a carbon copy of her mother's. Holly, eleven inches with a phoenix tail and dragon heart string core. Olivander commented on the power of this wand. Saying it would be capable of spells that could shock the world. Fayeth and Geneviere merely smiled, paid the man and left the store. When Fayeth boarded the train that year, she was a more capable witch than some of the seventh years. Of course, most of what she knew was dark magic, and the kind of thing that could get her expelled.
When the Dark Lord finally made his reappearance in Fayeth's fourth year, things began to change for her. Her mother was frequently out doing his bidding, and she spent most of her breaks being tossed around from mother to father and sometimes even to the Malfoys. She didn't enjoy being left at the Malfoy's very much. Draco was the only one around that was her age and he was always preoccupied showing off his latest collection of expensive brooms and whatnot to the local, less fortunate witches and wizards. Sometimes Bellatrix would be around, and Fayeth could pick up a few new spells or pointers on ones she already knew. But more often than not Fayeth filled her time trying to come up with ways to convince the Dark Lord that she could do his biddings just as well as any of the adults, and better than some. He'd laughed at her twice now, and once refused to give her an answer at all. Her mother said it was because she was too young, not because she couldn't be useful. But this just further infuriated Fayeth, who would then storm off to a deserted part of the house for a few hours trying to come up with another plan.
In the summer of her fifth year, the Dark Lord began to take refuge in various Death Eater's homes. It was during one of his stays at Fayeth's house that she was summoned to meet with him in the attic.
Fayeth ascended the stairs slowly, and quietly, her heart beating a million miles an hour, and her mind racing with thoughts of what she hoped he would say.