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Flashback Begins!

Year 1991

The Dark Lord

It was raining. Once again. Though what would I expect in this dreary, boring country? I've grown to expect less and less as from Britain as the years have passed.

Sighing, I walk up to the window. I almost regret that I am not growing old with the rest. I sigh again, rather loudly, and exit out into the rain. Ignoring concerned glances from my followers; the knowing looks from my most favored.

The rain seemed to calm me as I stood and stared into the woods. As a child I would sit below the trees and just watch the rain. Wondering why, praying, crying, anything I had to do to find why none of the children liked me. Why I was a freak in their eyes.

And then I discovered magic.

I knew why they looked at me im hate, why I was never adopted. Why I was left to rot in that Salazar forsaken orphanage by Dumbledore year after. Year after. Year.

People do not look highly upon different.

Entering the Wizarding World I knew despite our similarities I was different. Special. Soon everyone around me knew it too. But now I run into a problem. Which is irregular for me, emotional, personal problems. After years of deciphering this feeling I've come to a conclusion.

There are not very many special, different, worthy, people. And now I am, what people call lonely.

Loneliness?

No, not I. I have not required proper human interaction in years. Nagini and a few words with my favored have always been enough. But now it is not. I find myself bored. Yes, there is of course the war that I am currently leading, but that seems but a minor detail to my current state.

I begin walking around the gardens, enjoying the feeling of cool rain drops sliding down my already cold skin.

Seeing a small figure at the edge of the woods ,maybe young Draco, I turn left.

Drawing closer I see dark wavy raven-colored hair, not the short blond tufts I was expecting. I soon reached the child, standing over her, just watching as she breathed, a small smile played on her lips as the rain hit her face. Even as child she held impeccable beauty.

"It isn't polite to stare, my lord." She said, her voice was soft. So focused on her features that I did not hear sound as I watched her lips move. My own turned upwards in amusement. She made no move to rise and bow as others would.

"It is not polite to not introduce yourself in my home miss..."

"Malfoy, now, Victoria Malfoy." The young child sat up, speaking as she opened her eyes.

I found myself mesmerized by evergreen eyes. As bright as my own.

She held my gaze without flinching at my red orbs or stare. "Why are you in the rain, little one?" I asked. Her eyes dimmed and grew sad at question. She stood, her back turned towards me as she spoke, her body showing slight tremors. Tremors I instantly recognized, I cause them daily.

Anger. I am familiar with the emotion so I recognize it quickly. It swelled within me at the sight of her trembling body. I am not a caring man, I am not angry that someone has hurt a mere child. No. It takes me only moments, but I am angry that someone has touched her. Why, I am not sure, We've only just met. Now she turns to face me, having felt my displeasure. Her gaze now holds confusion. Is she confused as to why I am angry? Isn't it obvious?

"There is no reason to be angry. It was my fault really." She mutters the last part bitterly.

"And pray tell, why should I not color the walls of their homes with their blood." I ask, leaning forward and lowering my voice when I see protest bloom on her face.

I easily control my surprise as she shows no outward sign to the new distance. She spoke softly, with such conviction, the infallibility in her tone had even I pity, no grieve this child.

"..I'm nothing. No, I dream of nothing, when I open my eyes I know I'll never attain that privilege. I am a freak, a monster no one wants. That's what I am isn't it?"

Flashback Ends!

Lucius

March 22

Monday

I stood outside the door to his office. Battling my emotions before entering.. Anger, rage, disbelief, resignation, all rought chaos on my occlumency shields. Steeling myself I knocked, entering as I was given consent. Once I looked into his eyes anger overtook me. I did not take the offered chair, opting to remain stand. Breathing deeply, I spoke.

"The Malfoy family serves you willingly, we are your most loyal." He nodded in agreement, leaning forward slightly, telling I had his interest. Seeing this, I continued my speech. "Have have just arrived from Hogwarts, Victoria collapsed." I pause, serving his expression that betrayed nothing outwardly, but confirmed my suspicions as I spoke. "Draco arrived seconds before Victoria could crack her skull as she fell in front of the Great Hall doors. While in the infirmary, Victoria told me of her enjoyable outing with Cedric D-"

"Oh? Is that his name." His interrupted me, his voice silky, smooth with anger.

"Yes, The boy slept as her bedside as she recovered. The young man went the kitchen and made Victoria breakfast t-"

"How thoughtful of young Cedric, but due get to the point Luciuss my patiencce runss thin."

"OH? You are angry? Are you disappointed she is not currently warming you bed?!" All pretense of caution left my as I yelled at my lord, our magic fighting the other, the room dropping in temperature. He stands, leaving indentations in the desk as he slams his palms down.

"You dare? You insinuate-"

"Yes, I do dare!" I mock the word. "Victoria does not have the mark of a deatheater, but a whore. My Daughter."

"Victoria is mine. She is the woman. THE Woman." He said in a murderous tone that, would the circumstances by different, immediately have me bowing in submission.

"You may lust after her, perhaps want her as your life partner, but she is not yours." I spoke calmly, not giving him time to respond, I exited the office.

I would and will follow you to hell and back. Staying only if you wished.

Victoria's vow runs through my mind. Knowing, sometime soon, that is exactly what he may ask of her.

The energy was high in the Great Hall, talk consisted of the upcoming tournament. Only, to the displeasure of few, the Slytherins showed no signs of anticipation. Only eating lunch, idly speaking softly of matters no one would hear. Many, although none would notice, were giving Victoria looks of concern, hearing of her stay in the infirmary.

"Victoria, eat please, the tournament begins in two hours. I do not want you to exhaust yourself." Draco implored, nudging some of his food onto the half eaten plate. Victoria rolled her eyes, eating as her brother watched her carefully.

"How was your night in the common room?" Victoria asked, looking the a Seventh year who blankly gazed at his plate. Draco followed her gaze, smirking as he answered. "Entertaining for many, enlightening for few."

"Ah, poor Zabini. If only I were not..incapacitated."Victoria murmured softly, picking at the glazed chicken and rice.

After ten more minutes Draco gave up trying to get Victoria to eat, only half the emptied by the Slytherin Princess. They rose together, exiting the Great hall, and heading towards the dungeons. Draco brought up their ended conversation.

"I'm sure you did not miss much, Diggery kept you company all night right?"

Victoria stayed silent at Draco's question, finally answering as they stood before Slytherin entry way.

"I wouldn't know. I was asleep."

Dumbledore

Voldemort had stayed of relatively sane mind, Unlike what I predicted. Only I that prevents wizarding Britain from falling. Yes, of this I am sure, but I am only one man. Powerful, in my right, but I can not bring down Voldemort alone. What I require is more power.

I stand from my desk, beginning to pace and mutter. A habit began in the seventies, when Voldemort's power began rising rapidly. The battles were dastardly to our resistance. By the eighties I prepared to do anything. Sibil Trelawny fell into my lap.

A seer requesting a position at Hogwarts.

Perfect, everything should have been perfect. Only the woman did not make a prophecy. The overwhelming urge to imperio the woman and make it myself was clenched. I promised myself, long ago I would play the game as fair as possible. Having learned my lesson long ago...

Fawks let out a shrill caw, alerting me to begin my journey to the Quidditch pitch, the tournament begins.

The end of the end is upon me,the time to play has ended, and all I've done, will do, is For the Greater Good.

Rayvn

"Do not draw attention to yourselves. How many times does Victoria need to drill this into your thick skulls!" I say harshly to the horde of children who have approached me.

I fear for my lords regime if these are his new deatheaters. Most of them look down, or flush. Not having the decency to control their reactions from my eyes. Showing me they believe we are..equals.. The closest thing I have to an equal is Victoria and Draco. Maybe the Longbottom boy, but that has yet to be decided.

"Two bottles is all you'll receive. The cause is not soft or nice. You will learn to deal with pain, or drown within it." With those parting words I exit the dungeons, planning my route to Gryffindor Tower.

Saying the ironic password "Always Loyal" I was bombarded with a loud Weasley. Salazer I wish I could simply AK the moron. How is Bill related to this ponce?

"Mate! Where have you been, we were supposed to play chess hours ago!" Ronald whined. It toke every once of self-control I had to night silence him. Bill wouldn't be happy with me.

"Sorry Mate, I was at the Library Professor McGonagall's essay is due Tuesday." I said beseechingly. He instantly accepted my excuse, putting together the chess board.

"I swear you're turning into that Raven-claw Hermione Granger." Ron muttered, grimacing as I quickly out him in check-mate.

We continued this pattern for twenty minutes before I stood. "Its time for the tournament mate."

Ron's face turned red at the mention of the tournament. "If it wasn't for the gallons I'd quit mate. No way would I want to be close to you-know-who." He said

He is The Dark Lord you imbecilic child.

I only nodded, leaving Ron in the dorms to change as I headed out towards the Quidditch Pitch. Slytherin's were ahead of me as I walked, wearing their school robes that would no doubt hinder their performance in the tournament. I couldn't see young Victoria or Draco, probably in the front.

"Benavalti!" I heard to all to familiar sound of Professor Black. I turned, not bothering to remove my stoic face.

"Yes, Professor Black?" I asked, saying his last name with sarcasm. The man is a complete disgrace to the Black Family.

He scowled darkly in response, his fingers twitching, fighting the urge to rip my sleeves away.

"What are you doing up here? Gryffindors are in the back!" Black practically yelled, his temper always had been...firey.

"Simply walking, professor. Why must I walk in a specific area? Are you insinuating Slytherins are better?" I ask with widened eyes, enjoying how he flushed red with anger and spluttered in denial. "I hope you enjoy the tournament Professor, you are only as excited as you make yourself." I say before walking towards the front, leaving Black surely wide-eyed and staring. It is pathetic, Lord Black cannot hide his emotions, well, he never could.

I see Victoria, Draco, and Longbottom walking in the front like I suspected. I allow my eyes to narrow when I see Diggery's hand on the small of Victoria's back as they spoke. Draco was also looking at said hand, as if he wanted to remove it painfully. I inwardly nod in approval to Draco's violence, walking forward and removing the hand myself. Looking down at Diggery with a raised eyebrow I drawled,"She is not yours to touch, Diggery." Draco twitched, quickly understanding my double meaning while Victoria watched in amusement. Chris? No, Cedric flushed,scratching his head, Looking down sheepishly. Leaving with stammered apologies. Once he was gone I snorted. Drawing Victoria into a hug as I said,"That is not a man you want, my dear. Hufflepuffs, the lot of em'" Victoria only laughed. We entered the Quidditch pitch. Rocks were scattered across the field. The earth was thrown up, leaving holes. There was even what looked like a pond in the center. By now all seventh years entered the Pitch.

"Its everybody for themselves." Victoria murmured. Watching as Fudge rose, preparing to speak, my Lord standing with him."

"Welcome! To the first tournament! Sponsored by the young, generous, Lord Slytherin himself!" Fudge said grandly, that idiotic grin on his face as he handed the mic to my lord.

"Thank you, minister. This tournament is an excellent opportunity to make your young more prepared in times of war. I am honored the Minister has sponsored my activity," He nodded to the minister, away from the crowd, now facing us his grin became slightly feral. When my lord spoke it sent shivers down my spine, as it has since the day I joined."My young challengers you will be facing each other. You have new ally. I hope you are not afraid of the dark."

With those parting words everything went black.

AN:/ Heyy guys! Another chappy! Hope you enjoy. Thoughts? Comments? Review!

P.S: I am not good at foreshadowing..at all, so If you guys have figured it out already(no hints!) not put it in a review pweeaassse?

P.P.S: I know Dumbledore and the Dark Lord's pov are short. Sorry if you are unhappy about that, but that's the way it will probably stay. The way I want to perceive Dumbledore and Voldie, I'm not sure if I got that desired effect soo I want to work on it!