A/N: On the last chapter I got SO many story alerts, and I was incredibly excited about this. To celebrate, I wrote my longest chapter EVER! Because the chapter is so long, there may be many typos, and for this, I am sorry :( But I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and please review.
"Some choices we live not only once but a thousand times over, remembering them for the rest of our lives" –Richard Bach
Chapter 1: Defining Moment
The sun gleamed on the body of a sleeping dark haired young woman and blonde haired young man. Whilst sleeping, they both looked so free of worry and stress. The sunlight fell against the body of the woman, and danced over her eyelashes. She slowly opened her eyes, and for a moment forgot who she was or who she would become. She didn't pay any mind to that she was from the Noble & Ancient House of Pendergast, and that basking in the sunlight like a child brought no honor to her father, or her father, the most evil wizard in the world.
Dahlia sat up, and peered down, staring at her arms. They defined her more than anything in this world. While her right arm was pale, innocent, and unmarked; her left arm was stained by the symbol of evil, the Dark Mark. Her arms showed two sides of her personality. The person she wished she could be innocent and naive to the evil of the world; and who she really was, a girl marred by Darkness. Her left arm ruined her façade of innocence, and showed who she truly was. With all these thoughts, she unconsciously began rubbing her left arm. Soon after Morsmordre was cast on Dahlia's, rubbing her arm was her nervous tick. It reminded her of all that she needed to do to please her father. Today she would finally start her mission for the Dark Lord. She would be sent to Hogwarts, to corrupt Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, and to gain his trust. Her plan had to be perfect, or the Dark Lord would end her life.
Dahlia moved across the room quickly, and picked up her trunk. The clothes inside of the trunk were folded neatly. She bent down, smoothing the clothes for the hundredth time. Underneath her nervousness of pleasing the Dark Lord, there was the tiniest bit of excitement. Dahlia had never been to a school before, and Hogwarts was the pinnacle of education. Her mother, Amira, always desired for her to go to Hogwarts, but the Dark Lord and her aunt Ophelia decided that homeschooling with tutors was the only way she could be molded into Voldemort's perfect heir. And now that is was a part of her mission, she would finally be allowed to attend the legendary school.
A loud crack rang through Dahlia's room. A small house elf appeared near her door. "Mistress Dahlia. The Missus Malfoy be needing you for breakfast soon. Does Mistress Dahlia be knowing where Master Draco is? He spends lots of time in Mistress' chambers. Missus be wondering where he is," the elf squeaked.
"Tell Narcissa, I'll be down there shortly, and Mitzi, you will not tell her that Draco spends time in my room. Elf, if you disrespect my wishes, I won't hesitate to end your miserable life, and the lives of the rest of your revolting family," Dahlia sneered. Mitzi whimpered an apology, and disapparted out of the room quickly. With the second crack of noise, Draco shot up from his place on Dahlia's bed.
"Who's there? Do you know who my father is," he tried to say menacingly, sleep lacing his voice. She sauntered over to him, and played in his pale blonde hair. "Why is that your response to everything Draco? It sounds completely ridiculous. And don't worry your pretty little head, there's not any need to alert the Malfoy Patriarch, it was just a nosy house elf disapparting."
Draco yawned, and fell back down against the bed with a thud. "Well if nothing is happening. Come back to bed, we can continue this conversation some other time." Dahlia sighed, and sat next to him on the bed.
"We can't allow this relationship to continue once we get to Hogwarts. It'll distract us from our mission, and the Dark Lord would not be pleased if either of us failed. Now, we must get down to breakfast or your mother will start to get suspicious," she replied sadly. Draco leaned over to Dahlia, and kissed her on the lips suggestively.
"Well then this is the end I presume. Once we get to Hogwarts, girls will rip out each other's throats to get a night with me, and I won't stop them," Draco haughtily responded, putting on his silken nightshirt. She sighed again, pulled out her wand, and waved it through the air. Her clothes fell against her body, as Draco pulled on his pajama pants. At the sight of him, Dahlia laughed lightly, and walked out of the room.
His eyes wandered to the place where Dahlia stood, and murmured. "I will never understand how she does that."
"Make sure you look out for each other. Please do stay out of trouble, and mind your grades." Narcissa's hands waved each time she chided them, and placed her hands lightly against Draco's face.
"Of course Mother, we're not children anymore," he said kissing her on the cheek.
"Draco mind my words," she added seriously, "And both of you, remember you mission. Do not fail the Dark Lord." Draco's smile faded as he soon remembered what he had to accomplish this year.
They both nodded. Dahlia walked cut in front of Draco, and shouted clearly, "King's Cross Station!" Draco scowled, following her motions.
She stepped out of the fireplace, pieces of ash falling from her short, black dress. Draco motioned for her to follow him. Her long, dark brown hair whipped through the air, as they sped through King's Cross Station. They stopped, facing a large, brick pillar with two signs that read "Platform 9" and "Platform 10". "Well this is the famous platform 9 ¾," Dahlia said with excitement in her voice.
"Once you get to Hogwarts, I'm sure your excitement will dwindle. The schools full of filth, half-bloods, blood traitors, and worse, filthy mudbloods. Remember Dahlia, this year isn't about school. It's about pleasing the Dark Lord." Draco ran towards the wall, and vanished into the brick. This was the beginning of the rest of Dahlia's life. Today she would take the steps that would define her life. She would finally give her father the greatest gift he could ask for, her loyalty. With a deep breath, she ran straight into the wall.