The Metamorphous Orphan and Voldemort's Heir
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Chapter 7: Presents all around
Zyla's POV:
When Draco and I arrived at his family's home, I felt lonely inside. I missed Mum dearly and my actual father was dead, I'd never truly know him. What had he wanted me for, though? Did he just decide before he died that he wanted a child? Or did he have a real plan for me? Draco noticed my sudden quietness and dark demeanor, he looked at me then squatted down in front of me, "ZyBell? What's wrong?" He asked me, he tone was soothing and brotherly. I closed my eyes and shook my head, I couldn't be around him right now, I was dangerous I could feel it. "I'm sorry I never told you sooner Zy, I truly am; I wish Mum and Dad hadn't forced me to keep quiet, but you had to know and you were bond to find out eventually either through me, Mum or someone else, if it would be someone else well that would be unfortunate. And that knowledge could have driven you away from us….it still can, but Zyla you needed to know. I'm so sorry I've been a ruddy idiot of a brother to you and you deserve better." The words spilled from his mouth as he looked at me. I could sense his gaze through lidded eyes, frosty gray eyes filled with sadness and pain for me as well as anger and disgust toward his father.
"I forgive you Draco, I'm just sad. I'll never know him." I replied after a while, I opened my eyes and looked into his. Mum always said this was one of the few ways you could tell I was related to him, our grey eyes were so similar except his were light grey and mine were dark grey.
*the next day
"Zywa! Zywa! Es twismas! Git uuuuup!" My three year old whined very loudly in my ear at five am. I opened my eyes wearily and looked over at his excited face. " 'Morning Scorpy." I mumbled sleepily to him. Draco walked in with a smirk on his obviously tired face," he got you too, did he. Astoria you should have left his bed gate up! He's running around causing commotion!" Draco yelled out the door with a small proud smile at his son. Scorpius giggled as I scooped him up and tickled him a little. "Come on you two, downstairs, the tree is waiting." Draco said mirth glowing in his eyes. Scorpius screamed in excitement and ran from the room, I quickly followed pulling on my purple robe and tying it around my waist. Draco laughed as Astoria walked up behind him smiling at her son.
When I got downstairs, Scorp was waiting for his parents impatiently standing next to the blazing fire place, in front of the giant evergreen tree surrounded by presents. I smiled in spite of myself, I loved this time of year, when everything was always so cozy and loving. But Teddy isn't here, a small voice whispered in my head, the small voice that missed my friend greatly, I felt a small ache form in my chest as I tried to swat away the thought. Draco handed me my presents with a careful smile, his left sleeve slid up and I saw the mark, that mark mum had hid from me when I was little. "Draco what is on your arm?" I asked him, I watched as his eyes widened slightly but he just pulled down his sleeve and acted like he hadn't heard me. I opened my presents with forced excitement, Mum hadn't come she said she wanted to stay with Lucius, I was slightly hurt by it, but smiled a little anyway understanding. I received from Scorpius at little crayon drawing of me and him building a snow man. From Draco and Astoria I got a leather bound journal with my name imprinted in gold lettering and color changing ink from Weasley Wizard Wheezes, (the only thing I ever bought there) and a black and silver quill charmed to never get lost, broken, or stolen from me. From Mum I got a lavish long black leather coat with purple silk on the inside and a matching hat. Lucius got me a drawing set, with paper, colored pencils, and charcoal pencils; I was surprised I hadn't drawn in about two years and yet he remembered it was one of my favorite things to do. Then there was a small present with my name on it, I opened it. A small book shaped locket was there and inside of it was a picture of me and Teddy smiling at the camera, teddy winked and his smile broadened as I looked at the picture, tears filled my eyes, he got me a present for Christmas? I thought feeling slightly guilty that I hadn't gotten him one. "I believe that boy likes you very much." Astoria whispered in my ear, I swallowed not sure what to say. "Here, Dear, I'll put it on for you." She offered taking the locket from me, I pulled up my hair as she put it on. Draco smiled at me, "it looks charming, Sis." He said happily. "Thank you guys so much!" I said, giving the three of them a hug before running upstairs to write Teddy a thank you letter.
Teddy,
Thank you so much! I didn't even realize you had gotten me anything. I feel bad now because I neglected to get you anything. I miss your talks with me so much, and I needed the little pick me up that locket gave me. I'll see you at the end of break, Ted. Again I miss you.
Merry Christmas
Your Best friend
Zyla Malfoy
After sending the letter, I went over to my new drawing set and doodled the Mark I saw on Draco's arm. The image was glued to the back of my eyelids. I sketched it in charcoal then proceeded to add greens and sliver to the snake's scales and a glowing red to the skull's eyes. I added shading and blurs to it, forty five minutes later it looked like a masterful drawing, the image sent a jolt of power through like I've never felt before, a need to be in complete control of everyone I knew. "Yes, you need minions, child, weaklings of the mind, followers!"the cold, high pitched voice had returned, it's suggestion sounded so tempting, Followers….Minions…Yes my brain echoed the idea with great pleasure, then I shook my head violently, "No!" I yelled to no one in particular, I couldn't listen to that mysterious voice, it would kill everyone I love and care for.
Teddy's POV:
Christmas morning started how it normally did in the Potter House, Uncle Harry would go downstairs and turn on the lights and light a fire. Then Aunt Ginny and us kids would follow shortly after him, Uncle Harry with Lily helping pass out the presents to each of us one by one. Albus got his first, then James, after him, Aunt Ginny, and then finally me. I received quite few this year, Gran got me a broom, the new Firebolt, Uncle Harry looked a bit jealous at that but smiled anyway. He and Aunt Ginny got me top of the line quidditch Keeper gloves, because I wanted to be a Gryffindor Keeper next year. Uncle George and Aunt Angie gave me some of the newest joke shop products for my age group and older (just to third year though). Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione got me assignment journals for the next six years of schooling. Uncle Charlie sent me a Hungarian Horntail scale and spike to add to me Dragon scale collection. Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur gave me a Jersey with the new Irish Seeker's name across the back in gold. Grandma Molly and Grand Dad Arthur gave me a light blue Weasley sweater with a giant pink T on the front and a muggle contraption that I couldn't figure out, I'd ask Uncle Harry about it later. James, Albus and Lily made a giant poster of me saving the world with their father…at least that's what James told me it was supposed to be.
After the Weasley-Potter Christmas Lunch, during which I spent most of my time with Victoire, Dominique, Molly Jr. , Lucy and Fred Jr. I plopped down on my bed and stared out the window wondering when I'd get to see me best friend again and whether or not she got my present in time. Uncle Harry let me buy it for her last night while we were out buying chocolate to make me feel better. She didn't even like it, Ted, who are you kidding? A small annoying voice whispered in my head, I pushed that thought away, besides she was just my friend, nothing's wrong with getting a female friend a necklace…..is there? Just then a white horned owl tapped it's amber beak on my bedroom window. I opened the window and smiled at the bird recognizing it as Zyla's pet Scorpio named after her nephew. "Hey Scorp, got a letter for me?" I asked it petting the owl softly on the head. The bird stuck out his foot, a note with a little gold ribbon tied to it. I smiled and took it thankfully and petted the bird again.
I read the letter and smiled, See she does like me. I thought at the earlier nagging voice in my head. A smug smile on my face at my little victory, then as I reread the letter I noticed the part about missing me and our midnight talks, and that she needed a pick-me up and I felt my heart grow heavy, I missed her too. I quickly replied to her letter hoping to figure out why she felt so bad.
Zyla
Your very welcome for the locket, but I could help but notice how upset and depressed parts of your letter sounded. What's wrong? Your dad didn't hurt you did he? Zyla please respond with answers I don't want to be left in the dark. Oh! And I'm very happy you're feeling better, what exactly happened in that bathroom? If you could explain that to me as well that would be great.
Miss you
Teddy
I sent the letter with Prongs on his way out to hunt. Then I decided I'd tell Uncle Harry all that I knew about Zyla's relationship with her father. About fifteen minutes later I found my Uncle sitting with Lily in his lap as he read her a story from Tales of Beatle the Bard. "Uncle Harry?" I asked he looked up from the book and the sleeping one year old in his lap, and smile and mouthed the words "one minute" he but Lily in her crib and came back down the stairs in the living room where he had left me. "What is it Ted?" he looked slightly worried and sat down, I sat down across from his giant arm chair that he sat in to tell us stories about his childhood. "Zyla's Dad, Mr. Malfoy, has been really cruel to her most recently." I explained sadly. Uncle Harry's eyes turned into toxic green ice as he listened to me relay what Zyla had already told me. His gaze hardened as I described Mr. Malfoy's attitude towards my friend. When I finished he looked at me but past me, like he was remembering a distant memory, then he stood up quickly and turned to me, " Thank you for telling me this. That is almost mental abuse what he's doing to that poor girl, if you hear more from her tell me immediately." And with that he walked out of the living room, probably to make sure James and/or Albus was still alive. Then I heard him say from down the hall "Teddy, invite her over for Easter Holiday!" I smiled at the thought and ran up stairs to see if Zyla had responded.
Zyla's POV:
I kept drawing the Mark in doodles in my sketchpad, and I heard I tapping at my bedroom window, I looked up to see Teddy's owl Prongs standing there impatiently. "Hello, there." I said taking Teddy's response from the owl. I watched it fly into the afternoon sky. I opened the letter and read it, Teddy was worried about me? Well knowing him I'd have to write back as soon as possible or the boy will go insane.
Teddy
Yes, he did hit on the face, Draco healed it rather quickly and I'm fine now. But I did discover something interesting about myself….My father isn't Lucius Malfoy like I thought he was, my real father is in fact dead, he died before I was born. And the reason I acted the way I did is because of a dream I had…I don't really remember what happened but that is why.
Miss you as well
Zyla
I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth of who my father was by name, I had to keep it a secret. Because his god father killed my father and if Harry Potter found out who I was he'd probably kill me too. I sent the letter with a feeling of great relief; I had told someone what had happened to me. Now I just had to wait for school to start up again.