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Chapter 3

Alice wasn't sure if she was supposed to say something or just wait for him to turn around. The big lump that grew bigger in her troth didn't seem to want to go away.

"Papa?" Her voice was weak, not more than a whisper and filled with tears. "Dad?" Her long, brown hair was tied back in a knot and her blue eyes red of sorrow.

"Don't leave me, don't ever leave me again!" She said as he turned the chair and faced her. He didn't look anything like the pictures at all. His brown hair, the same brown hair as she inherited, was gone, and his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes that she so well remembered from the pictures, gone.

"This time", his harsh, cold voice whispered as she stood up and closed the distance between them, "we will be forever." For the first time in her life, Alice was hugged by her father.

"You look so different", she whispered, a part of her feared it might upset him.

"Time changes us all", he just said and put his arms around her shoulders. They walked together over to the window and looked out over the dark landscape.

"Together we will clean this world of its filth", he said with a grand gesture of his arms.

"Father", she said and looked up on his pale face. "Why can we speak to snakes?" He looked down on her, and she couldn't say if it was disappointment or anger that played across his face nor whether it was in her or someone else.

"Have you mother not told you?" He said harshly. She shook her head.

"Mum always told me it was just fantasies, that I should stop speaking about it", Alice said. This time there was no doubt about it. Her father roared in anger. Then, in the instant of a second, he bent down so their faces were at the same level.

"What else have your mother told you not to do?" He asked with a gentle smile. His red eyes might have seemed intimidating to some, but Alice somehow found them comforting. "My child, you know that you are a witch, don't you?" Alice knew the expression on her face answered the question. A witch? She? No, it couldn't be. But on the other hand, that explained the things she could do.

"Is that a good thing?" she asked carefully. Once again her father looked furious.

"You are one of the finest and most powerful witches to ever been born", he said proudly. "There are many different kinds of people in the world. Some are better than others." Was she really better than anyone else? She didn't feel any better than the humans she'd ever met. But on the other hand, why would her father lie to her? He seemed to be the only thing her mother ever spoken the truth about. How magnificent and powerful he was, how absolutely trustworthy and right he was. How he was the rightful leader of their race, despite some peoples protest against it.

"What makes some foul and some fine?" She asked.

"There are different bloods you see; we have the finest ones, purebloods, then there are half-blood's they are a mix between pure magical blood and muggle-blood, then we have mudbloods, people born from muggles granted with magical power and muggles, non magical folks", he explained. "And we, my child, are heirs to the finest blood from our ancestor Salazar Slytherin."

It made sense, all of it. She'd read of Salazar Slytherin in one of the few books her mother had, he'd been able to speak to snakes as well. But as soon Alice had tried to ask her mother about it, Anna had quickly changed the subject.

Narcissa sat down beside the broke down woman. She gently patted the woman on the back, to comfort her.

"Anna, it isn't that bad", Narcissa said, trying to calm the crying woman down. Anna's blue eyes were red of tears as she met Narcissa's eyes. "It's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"I thought I wanted it but she's so young, so delicate", Anna said with her voice tick of tears. "I didn't think it would be so hard." Narcissa looked over her shoulder, just to reassure that they were alone.

"This is why I told you to leave", she whispered. "The moment I held Draco in my arms I knew you wouldn't be able to let go of your child either."

"She's so nice and carrying, what if he takes that away from her? What if he destroys who she is?" Narcissa suddenly changes, as if she lost all sympathy for her friend.

"If he can change her like you say, it is only because she was always meant to be that way", she said coldly. The door swung open and Draco entered the room.

"Mother, dinner's ready..." He interrupted himself when he saw the crying woman sitting next to his mother. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise you had company", se excused himself.

"No worries Draco", Narcissa said. Anna quickly whipped away her tears and then faced the, now grown up son of her friend. "This is my friend Anna."

"It's nice to meet you again Draco, I haven't seen you since you were a little baby", Anna said with a smile.

"Are you joining us for dinner?" Draco asked with a forced smile on his lips.

"Draco, go downstairs to the sitting room and the Lord if he's joining us for dinner as well", Narcissa ordered. Draco's face turned even whiter before he left the room with a scared expression.