The Metamorphous Orphan and Voldemort's Heir
Hey guys and gals, I'm a new author, just kinda testing this writing thing out. this is my first story and reviews are welcome. I have a friend who is co-writing this story with me, she has uploaded her half on DeviantArt. check it out it's just as good if not better, it's under the name Voldemort's Heir. anyway thanks for reading and remember to review please.
Prologue
Narcissa Malfoy stood staring out the balcony at the grey rainy sky of London, England. She was at a great loss; her sister, the lunatic she was, decided to threaten the little Weasley girl that was oh so precious to her family and Harry Potter and as a result died in the process at the hand of the girl's mother. To add to the pain, she was pregnant and the child was not Lucius'.
Flashback: two months into the final war
Cold red eyes glared around at his followers as he contemplated his next move against Potter. "I need an Heir." Was all the dark wizard said to his followers. Bellatrix was the first to jump at the idea of carrying the dark lord's child. "Sir!" she practically screamed causing the pale young man sitting next to her to jump and cringe at the noise. Narcissa sat next to her husband grasping his hand under the table, Lucius was getting very ill due to the war and being imprisoned two years before. She didn't know how much more this man could take from this.
The dark lord smiled mirthlessly,"Everyone except you three must leave the room." His cold voice caused chills to run down Narcissa's back as she watched her son leave with everyone else. Bellatrix looked fondly at her nephew as he left then leaned over "he's a grand boy Cissy, he does the Malfoy name proud." Narcissa nodded with a small smile, Draco was the world to her, she didn't know what she would do if the wretched man in front of her hurt her baby. "Bella, dear, you would naturally be my first pick but seeing as your brother in law and nephew failed I think your sister would more of service in this situation." His voice, it was smooth and charming now, almost alluring if you thought about it. Bellatrix nodded shocked but understanding. Lucius paled and stood in front of his tiny wife "Never! I-sir I'm sorry I can't allow that to happen…."
"You dare stand in my path to greatness Malfoy?"
"N-no sir, I just…. I can't….She and Draco are-"
"You rather I kill your son instead?"
"NO!" this time Narcissa spoke, "Lucius I'm a strong woman I can handle one more child, Sir I will do as you ask."
"Thank you, Narcissa; Lucius, Bellatrix you two may leave. See to Draco, I'm certain he's worried."
Lucius and Bellatrix left the room knowing that Draco would be more than worried.
End of flashback: two weeks later
"I must tell them, at least Lucius and Draco, they deserve to know." Narcissa spoke allowed. She Breathed deeply and walked in to the Kitchen to see her son and husband chatting about making Draco an Auror in the next year. Draco noticed his mother's entrance and looked up "Mum?" he asked in a timid voice, judging by the look on her face she was about to give bad news. "Draco, my boy, Lucius, love…." She took a deep wavered breath, "I am indeed pregnant with the dark lord's child" the last word was a choked sob. Lucius stood and left the room his eyes burning with angry tears. Draco stood and walked over to his mother, "its okay, Mum, I promise, everything will be okay." I hope he thought the last part and said a little prayer for this tiny child living in his now desolate mother as he gave her a longest hug he had ever given to anyone, they stood as mother enveloped in her son's arms for hours as she cried and he said hushed words of comfort to the only parent that truly should him love.