A/N: Not mine… well some of it is. I love you guys but would it kill you to give me some feed back? I know that you like the story because I get the e-mails saying that I am on an alert list or favorite list or my story is, but could you please review?
Chapter 5
"Daddy!" Abelinda exclaimed, hugging Lucius.
"Yes?" came Voldemorts cold voice from behind Lucius.
Abelinda glared at Voldemort.
"Why should the boys sleep with their eyes open?" Lucius inquired.
"Well," Abelinda said, ignoring Voldemort, "They kind of tipped me over when I was in the hammock. But don't punish them! I want to get my revenge."
She could hear Voldemort chuckling behind Lucius.
"And how are you planning on getting your revenge on them?" Lucius asked.
Abelinda grinned wickedly.
"Well, tonight when they're asleep, I'm going to pour cold water on the both of them, and then I'm going to throw flour on them and take a picture." She said, laughing manically. "The ultimate black mail!"
"You are evil." Lucius commented.
"Nope. Just the best little sister." Abelinda said, emphasizing the 'little sister' part.
Lucius looked at Voldemort and Voldemort nodded. Lucius looked back at Abelinda.
"You do understand that I am not your father and Draco is not your brother, right?" he asked.
"Oh, I am aware of that little fact." She said, and Lucius sighed in relief. "BUT, you see, when I think of my father, I think of the man who raised me. The man who told that there wasn't a dementor in my closet when my 'brother' told me there was one in there. The man who healed my cuts and bruises. The man who was there at my birthday party even though it was at Hogwarts. The man who was IN MY LIFE."
Voldemort stepped up.
"I didn't have a choice. If I could have-" he said but was cut off by Abelinda.
"You did too have a choice!" she screamed. "You had a choice whether to go or not. To become evil or not. To destroy a family or not. And in your own selfish acts you ruined our family. Now my family is the Malfoy's. Draco is my brother, Lucius my father and Narcissa my mother. And you can't change that."
Abelinda turned and ran back outside. She could hear Voldemort and Lucius on her heels, but she kept going until she reached the tallest tree in the backyard. It was about 20 meters tall and she began to climb. When she reached the very top, she could barely hear Voldemort and Lucius.
"My lord, it would be best if you just left her up there. That's what we've always done." Lucius said.
"You've left my daughter up in a tree before?" Voldemort asked angrily.
"Well, the one time we forcibly removed her from the tree, she ran away. And no punishment would stop her from throwing temper tantrums." Lucius explained. "She will calm down while she is in the tree and when she comes down, she might be ready to talk."
"Fine, but if she's not out of that tree by tomorrow, I will bring her down. Whether she wants to come down or not." Voldemort said before she heard them walk away.
"She'll be out of that tree by tonight, my lord. She won't pass up the opportunity to get her revenge on the boys tonight." Lucius said smugly, because he knew he was right and so did Abelinda.