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Chapter 3
I sat in one of my black leather arm chairs looking out the double doors that went out to my balcony with my silk dressing robe wrapped securely around my shoulders. I absentmindedly played with a strand of blonde hair as I watched the sunrise.
I had felt so much anger the last two years, and I had no one to talk to about any of it. Dumbledore had charmed me when I was just a baby to keep me from being able to tell people Voldermort was my birth father. All my life I had thought I was Hermione Granger. That had all changed when I was fourteen when I came home for the summer. The summer I found out the truth behind the lies. I had been lied too for fourteen years. And I can't speak a word of who I really am till I am seventeen years of age. This makes me angry then the rest of all the wrongs that had been done to me. I can't tell me friends who I am forcing me to live a lie. I clenched my eyes shut wishing everything had been different.
Part of me wanted to be able to tell my friends about my real self. I hate lieing to them like this. I groaned in frustration. I wanted to know the truth about me. I don't know my mother's name, I don't know how I ended up with the Grangers, I know nothing about my history. I stood up suddenly and walked down the hallways to my Father's study bare foot. My feet padded silently down the halls leading me to the entrance to Father's study. I paused there for a second before knocking softly on the door.
"Enter." Came his cold his, I let out the breath I didn't know I had been holding and pushed open the heavy wooden door to his study. He looked up at my curiously, "Porcelain, what can I do for you?" He asked, I sat down in one of the leather club chairs in front of his desk.
"I want to know about my life. I want to know who my mother is, when I was born, where I was born, and why the Grangers took me in." I said releasing the questions that had been swirling around in my head for two years. Father looked at me sitting back in his chair.
"Narcissa Malfoy." I looked at my father with a blank stare causing him to chuckle. "Narcissa Malfoy, she is yours and Gemma's mother. You were born on the twelfth of September at Malfoy Manor, the same night young Malfoy was born, he was the older of the two of you." I sat silently for a moment, "I don't know why the Grangers took you in, I don't know much of what happened the night you were taken. Those are questions for Lady Malfoy." He said simply.
"I want to talk to her, I need to know. I don't want to be so angry all the time." Father chuckled,
"Anger isn't a bad thing." I snorted "Anger is what has made me so powerful." I looked down at my hands that were folded neatly in my hands,
"I don't want to be angry with her." I whispered, "I want to know what happened, why Gemma and I were separated, how we could have been. I want to know why Dumbledore made me suffer my whole life, why I had to spend my whole life feeling like part of me was missing." I had just whispered words I had dared never spoken to any but Gemma in the privacy of our rooms when we spent time alone together talking.
"If you feel so strongly about this I shall arrange a meeting between yourself and the Lady Malfoy for this morning after breakfast. Now go back to sleep." I nodded in acceptance walking out of the study and back to my bed chambers.
I sat in the parlor looking at the fireplace. I was wearing my best jeans and stylish black halter top and a pair of shiny black stilettos waiting for my birth mother to arrive. The flames in the fireplace changed to green and she stepped out looking every bit the regal Lady of the Malfoy family that she is in her stylishly cut cream colored robes and white kitten heels. I stood up to greet my guest.
"Lady Riddle." She addressed me formally, I looked down at the floor,
"Lady Malfoy, please just call me Porcelain, it seems wrong to have the woman who gave birth to me call me such a formal title." Lady Malfoy smiled at me,
"Then I suppose it is best you call me, Narcissa. The Dark Lord has already informed me why you wanted to talk to me, perhaps it's best if we sit." I smiled at her,
"Yes I suppose it is a good idea." I stated as we both took our seats. She sat across from me her legs crossed at the ankles while mine were crossed at the knees. I could see distinct similarities in us such as our full red lips and platinum blonde hair as well as our height and long fingers.
"Where would you like to start?" She asked in a strangely diplomatic voice.
"I want to know what happened that night." I said, "I want to know everything." I whispered watching her wince.
"I was in the nursery with you and Draco, I had just finished feeding you and changing Draco's nappy." I made a face at her causing her to chuckle. "Lucious' patronus appeared and told me that The Dark Lord had just fell and Harry Potter was The Boy Who Lived. He also told me that Dumbledore was on his way." She fell silent for a moment just taking in my face. "It was common knowledge that Gemma was his daughter so I knew I had to get her to safety. I sent Doby to fetch her from her nursery and bring her to me. I wrote a letter creating her alias Felicity Cecile and told Doby to take her and leave her on the door step of a good wizarding family in France. I didn't care if they were rich or even pureblood. She just needed to be safe from Dumbledore. I told Doby not to tell me where he took her it would be too dangerous for her." She took a deep breath.
"What about me?" I asked, she closed her eyes as if remembering a painful memory. She looked at me with an apologetic stare,
"You and Draco weren't even a month old yet, you hadn't been christened yet. I planned to keep you with me and play you off as Draco's younger twin it would have been so easy since I was your mother and you are half twins. But when Dumbledore showed up he saw through my plan and took you from me recognizing you as a Riddle." She closed her eyes again, "For years I wondered where you and Gemma were." She paused, "You have to understand that was the hardest thing I had ever had to go through, I lost both my daughters in one night." My mouth gaped open,
"Dumbledore forced me from me a one month old infant from my mother's arms." I asked feeling sorry for Narcissa, she had been just as lost as Gemma and I had for all those years.
"I watched him place the charm on you that prevented us from tracking you, preventing you of speaking of your birth father. It was torture. There was nothing I could do to stop it. Lucious didn't return home till after Dumbledore had disappeared with you. We spent years and years looking for you. I felt as though I had failed as a mother. I didn't know if you would ever learn how to be a Lady or about our world before you were forced into it. I felt like a horrible mother." I watched a tear slide down her cheek, "But I always knew Gemma was being cared for and being raised well." I felt anger gurgle up in my chest towards Dumbledore I felt my body start shaking I was longer in control of my own actions as I stood up from the chair I sat in suddenly,
"That old bastard is going to pay." I roared grabbing a hand of floo powder "Dumbledore's office." I bellowed watching the green flames encompass me and Narcissa's look of shock.