Chapter 7 - Malfoy Manor.
AN - I think that timelines and some of the main story of Voldemort is kind of tipsy turvey in this one. I tried to make it as accurate as possible but if you see any obvious mistakes that I missed don't hesitate to let me know. Thanks!
Disclaimer - Again I do not own any of the series or characters. this is my plot and I like playing with them (: this is the last time ill be putting disclaimer up it goes without saying for the rest of the chapters.
To be honest I'd never been in a place that was anything like this. It was colossal, and that's just the outside I was looking at as it had taken at least five minutes just to walk up the long driveway to the main part of the house. Manor actually, calling it a house was an insult. The driveway led to a set of wide stone steps and wooden double doors. Really big wooden doors, I wonder how they got opened; I know I couldn't open them myself. The manor itself was very gothic all spindly towers and old fashioned looking. Although impressive the whole vibe was pretty creepy. Although what else would I expect from the Malfoy's.
Inwardly chuckling to myself I didn't notice us stopping and ran head first into said Dark Lord and then proceed to land flat on my ass.
"Watch where you are going insolent girl" he hissed at me.. Actually hissed! Eyes flashing all red and dangerously at all. Although of course still wondering to myself whether or not I had gone completely bonkers and not really having any concern for my own welfare would never take those signs as actual danger. Didn't even offer to help me up! Bastard.
"How about you watch who your stepping in front of mate" I actually jabbed a finger into his chest. Ha! Take that Voldy.
From the shock on his face you could tell that he wasn't used to being talked back to or of people not shrieking in fear of his hideousness (or anger whatever makes him happy right?). But lucky for me he just huffed and spun on his heel and kept walking. Well I guess I know where I got my brattyness from now.
"It would do well for you to hold your tongue from insulting our Lord" Lucius whispered warningly.
"Yeah like you said YOUR Lord, Not Mine. Just saying" I pointed out and continued walking trying to catch up to Snape and Cassy.
"Nice place isn't it" she remarked sarcastically as I walked in step beside her.
"Oh I don't know few pot plants, splash of paint and call it home!" I said it in a whisper so Mr. Malfoy wouldn't get insulted by our criticism.
"No offence Anna but your dad is like totally gross" Jenna said her disgust clearly showing on her face.
I nodded at her, not particularly wanting to get into any type of conversation with her, not even if it was true.
"I guess it explains where you got your looks from!" she laughed (cackled?) at her own very cleverly thought out joke.
"Jenna don't move!" Dywayne suddenly spoke up.
"Why what is it!" she shrieked as he slowly reached towards her as if about to pull something off her. I couldn't see anything.
"Oh don't worry" he said as she had just started severely stressing out, "It was just your face". Although not much clever than her joke I still laughed. But it was mostly on the look of outrage as she stormed off ahead of us.
We had reached the doors and with a flick of a wand the doors opened and we all stepped inside.
Following the briskly paced Dark lord and his followers we managed to keep up with them through what seemed to be the most extravagant place I had ever seen. Not to mention confusing, all the pathways, stairs and doors we went through. I knew for a fact that I'd never be able to remember my way out. 'Well there goes the escape plan' I thought bitterly to myself. Not that I had really thought we needed it. Just you know.. Incase things didn't go well.
Finally they had slowed and stopped in front of a mahogany door and we stepped through into what was a cozy sitting room much less posh looking than the rest of the house. Much more to my tastes really. There was an open fire, a few comfy sitting chairs and a wall lined with books. Lucius gestured for the four of us to sit down on a few of the larger chairs and I grabbed the one closer to the fire. Trying to stay as far away from Bellatrix and her murderous glances as possible.
"So, Dumbledore thinks he can fool me into believe you are my child eh? Does he really think me that daft!" he screeched in my face and grabbed a hold of either side of the armchair.
"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about!" I think I got spittle on his face. Well serves him right screaming in my face when I'd had a possible mental breakdown.
He hissed and spun on his heel and walked over and started staring into the fire.
"My child was taken from me long ago. I've known Dumbledore to be a cruel man. But this is just savage" he whispered it but everyone in the room could hear his words, and his pain. Maybe I was being too hard on the guy.
"How do you know I'm not her?" I said to him slightly less bitchy.
"Because she and my wife disappeared 15 years ago." he intoned bitterly. "Well I got back, thanks to this" I pulled out the ring that had taken us here from my jean pockets and handed it to his outstretched hand.
"Where did you get this!" he demanded.
"It was sent to us with an owl and a letter that was supposedly from you!" I snapped back at him.
"Dumbledore" was all he said and clenched his fists and threw the ring into the bookcase, embedding it into the wood.
"Well to be honest I'd like to know who my real father is" Jenna nagged.
"Yeah, although I hate to agree with you but I wouldn't mind knowing my heritage myself." Dywayne stated and Cassy nodded in agreement.
"I think we'd all like to know the truth" Snape spoke up for the first time making a few of us jump in fright almost forgetting he was there in the way he blended into the background. No wonder the guy made a great spy.
"Indeed" Voldemort murmured, and then walked over to get something from a shelf. He turned around with a brown leather case.
Setting it on the table he went through the contents, most of which looked disgusting and eventually pulled out a vial, a piece of parchment and... A knife! It wasn't a big knife but it was sure scary looking.
"Your not coming anywhere near me with that thing!" Jenna shrieked. For once I couldn't agree more with her. This was another sign that I could be in fact losing my sanity.
"I only need a drop of blood to see what your family tree is" Voldy stated boredly gesturing to the parchment.
None of the others looked convinced. Dywayne sighed loudly "Ill go first then you big babies".
"Oh go on then Dy be the big man" I smiled at him reassuringly knowing that he was probably only doing it for his sisters sake. I didn't see what happened as he put his hand out and then pressed his slightly bleeding finger on the parchment in front of him. Even though it had only been a drop of blood it ran across the paper like ink spelling out words and shaped and eventually formed into a blood red family tree.
"Dywayne Black-Wilkes, son of Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black and Benjamin Wilkes" he spoke clearly and loudly making sure everyone in the room heard.
"What?" Bellatrix spoke quietly turning her attention to the two siblings sitting on the lounge chair scrutinizing all of their looks. I had to admit it myself Cassy did look remarkably like her apart from the hair and pale skin, same hollow cheekbones and nose. Whereas Dywayne only had her eyes, the dark black eyes that he couldn't ever had gotten from his father. Understanding settled over her and Bellatrix waited to walk over to them but Voldemort put a hand out to stop her. "He may be descendant of you Bella but we do not know about the others or if they have been brainwashed by Dumbledore in an attempt for us to let our guard down" he looked at her pointedly and it almost seemed like they were having a silent conversation before she nodded and took a step back to where she was standing, still glancing over in wonder at them.
Cassy went next squeezing Dy's hand (she's really queasy about blood) and of course it turned up the same. They sat there sitting awkwardly looking from Voldemort to their 'Mother'. Well at least I'm not the only one with an insane parent I thought cheerfully to myself.
Voldy purposely avoided my eye and walked over to Jenna. "There is no way I'm letting you cut my hand" she whined. "Well if you don't let me I'll just have to assume you're a spy and torture you for information before leaving you in a dirty cell in the dungeon to let you rot" and the way he said it you could tell he wasn't lying.
"Fine" she squeaked. Although I think it was more the idea of a dirty cell than anything else that convinced her.
"Janette Snape, Daughter of Tara Jenkins and Severus Snape"
"What!" Snape and Jenna burst out with... at the same time I burst out laughing. I guess that's where she got the nose from. Ha!
"Silence!" Voldemort Bellowed and my laughter died out and the complaints of the other two immediately ceased.
And that's when I realized it was my turn.
He nodded at me and walked forward, "Put your hand out". I did as I was told and he pressed the point into one of my fingers just so it broke through the skin and then turned my hand as the droplet of blood pooled at the top and dropped it onto the parchment.
"Annalise Riddle, Daughter of Anita Griffiths and Thomas Riddle" although I already knew this as mum had told me the shock on his face was evident. He really has a habit of doing the whole fish impersonation thing.
"Well what a shock folks. Didn't know that one!" sarcasm may be the lowest form of wit. But god it is good for breaking awkward tension.
"Well yes of course, but the real question is How did you know?" what is this an interrogation? I suppose this is the Dark Lord we're talking about.
"Mum told me?" honestly these people really are thick.
That got his attention he motioned to the others.
"Out, go enjoy having your family back.. I need to speak to my dau- um.. Annalise alone."
Someone's in denial.
After they made their way out he sat in the chair next to me
"Your mum.. She's.. How is she?" his eyes had softened and he almost looked... human.. Well as human as a snake man could look.
"She's alright, remarried.. Got another kid. Annoying little brat that she is" I laughed awkwardly.
His eyes flashed with anger for a moment before dulling to defeat.
"I suppose that was for the best" he whispered.
I waited...
And waited...
Oooh... this is getting awkward.
"So..." I started "... you like... books?" I pointed to the bookcase.
"Uh... Yes I enjoy... reading... books" his voice was barely audible.
And that's when my most hated trait came out.. My awkward word vomit.
"Yeah same, I'm a real book nerd. I'd love to read some of the magic books here. Do you think I could? I'm not even sure if I can do magic. Do you think I can? I hope I can that'd be sick. Absolutely amazing in fact. Shut me up if I'm talking too much. Oh god I'm talking a lot. This is weird. I'm gonna shut up now." I finally managed to stop and looked at him expecting the worst but he did the one thing I didn't think I'd ever see him do.
He laughed, an actual laugh that wasn't evil or because of him torturing some poor soul.. It was warm and kind of nice.
"You really are like your mother aren't you. Except you look more like me"
I looked at him in horror at this and he chuckled.
"I mean before I was.. this." he pointed at his body "Same hair, same eyes. Same irritating behavior.". I glared at him at the last comment but I don't think he got it.
"In answer to your questions, yes some of these books you will be able to read, and what do you mean you hope you can? Haven't you ever used it before?"
And that's when I spent an hour explaining the world and the Harry Potter books to him. He didn't seem to like that the books were named after "That potter brat" but other that that I think he mostly understood the whole thing.
"Well no daughter of mine and Anita's would ever not have magic. I'm certain you'll be quite skilled with practice and training."
And at that he stood up.
"Where are you going?" I said kind of scared of being left alone in the place.
"We are going to train" the smile on his face told me that this wasn't going to be as fun as I hoped. But I hopped up and followed him out the door anyway.
Time to train.
AN - Hope you liked this chapter
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