Tada!!!!! Decora's secret revealed! Disclaimer: I do not own any of Harry Potter.
Harry awoke to find himself bound in a pitch-black room. He couldn't see past his nose and he could barely feel his body. The air was dusty and Harry could scarcely breath. He sneezed and his ribs hurt.
"Lumos," he heard a familiar voice whisper. He saw a wand tipped with light that illuminated Decora's face. She had an extremely pained expression on her face. In a circle around her were the death eaters. She looked back to her wand "Lumos maxima." The whole room was now visible. After his eyes adjusted to the light he could see that the whole room was full of death eaters and Draco Malfoy was in the back leaning against the wall. He looked at Decora again and saw that she was backing up and leaving the room along with the other death eaters.
"Did you have fun at the ball, Harry?" Harry looked up to see a looming figure emerging from the shadows.
"Voldemorte," Harry said knowingly. He would never forget his voice. "Why do you care if I had fun or not? You just want to kill me," Harry said.
"As usual Harry you are wrong. I do care if you had fun or not because if you didn't than my daughter did not do her job correctly."
"Your daughter?" Voldemorte smiled evilly.
"Decora!" he yelled. Decora ran down the stairs and kneeled before Voldemorte's feet. Harry could not believe his eyes. "Every great ruler needs an heir, Harry. Surely you didn't think that any normal 15-year-old girl could be a death eater." Decora stood and lifted her left sleeve to reveal her dark mark. She pushed her sleeve back down and avoided looking into Harry's eyes. "You see Harry," Voldemorte said pacing in front of him, "after my many visits into you mind I realized that your true weakness is not you unwillingness to kill but seeing those you love killed. So" he said stopping in front of him, "I'm not going to kill you but I will torture you with your own infatuation." He headed towards the staircase and looked back. "Daughter you know what to do."
Harry was now face to face with the daughter of the man who killed his parents. She looked him in the eyes and glared.
"First of all, before you get even more angry I didn't want to do this."
"Then why did you?"
"Were you paying attention at all, Harry. He's my father! What was I supposed to do say 'no' I tried that once, he tortured me." Decora slowly pulled her wand out. She was closed to tears again. Harry wasn't buying it.
"So…you were never my friend," Harry said accusing.
"Does it really matter anymore? I don't want to be a part of his madness but he is my father and I must obey. Crucio." Harry writhed in pain. He felt as if he was being hit with lightning repeatedly. The fact that hurt the most was he had been lied to and he had fallen for the scheme. His toes curled in agonizing pain and he craved. After what seemed like eternity the curse was lifted. Decora dropped to her knees and hugged them. She sobbed in guilt. Harry shivered and gasped. He's breathing was heavy and his head hung loosely. "Harry, I take no pleasure in this scheme and as soon as its over I planned to make sure I never feel anything again." Decora stood and walked out the dungeon. She shut the door at the top of the stairs. She stared at the door.
"Sad?" a cold voice asked from behind her.
"Yes father. I am not happy about this," Decora said turning to face her sinful father. He already knew how much she hated him and his ways. She had never hesitated to show it but it was almost impossible to defy him without being tortured.
"Don't worry, Decora. One day you will realize that there is amazing pleasure in causing others pain."
"I hate you," Decora said smiling. Voldemorte did not stir.
"I know."
"So when were you going to tell me?" Draco said. Decora sat on his bed and looked at her hands.
"I wasn't going to tell you. I thought Lucius would."
"Well obviously he didn't. And how the hell is this even possible!" Decora looked up with bloodshot eyes.
"If I tell you, you won't judge me, will you?" Draco nodded solemnly. Decora sighed. "Technically, Harry Potter is…my half-brother," Draco's eyes widened in surprise. "Before Voldemorte killed Lily Potter he stole one of her eggs and… fertilized it." Decora slid farther onto the bed and hugged her knees even tighter. "He kept me in a, in an orb of some sort. That expanded as I did. I guess you could say that I was an egg waiting to hatch. And just like any other baby it took nine months for me to hatch. When I did, Voldemorte planted the second to last Horcrux in me…but that was before he knew I was a girl. So he tried again …with Bellatrix. It turned out to be my brother Novus. My father never did figure out why Novus died and he punished Bellatrix for it. So he spoke to Lucius. The fact that I am a girl means that he would have to marry me off someday. With that in mind they agreed on an arranged marriage. The marriage of Draco Malfoy and Decora Incendius." She looked up to see a peculiarly soft expression on Draco's face. "Taking that into consideration he put the last horcrux in…you." Decora lifted her sleeve to look at her Dark mark. She couldn't stand it. It was a fate worse than Avada Kedavra. "He changed my appearance so that Harry would become infatuated with me. So long story short, he used me to lure Harry here and he instructed me to flirt with you so you would have no reservations about the arranged marriage. The end," Decora said scratching her mark. "Kill me, just kill me."
"I'm not going to kill you, Decora. And I'm not going to judge you. I understand, you had no choice," Draco said softly.
"What the bloody hell do you mean? What right have I to live? None, none at all!" Decora was now sobbing uncontrollably. She was shivering and gasping hysterically. Draco embraced her and held her tightly.
"Shhh. your okay, its okay. You'll be fine." Decora sniffed and shrugged him away.
"No I won't. I'm horrible and you know it. I am going to end this." Decora left the room and sprinted down the stairs. She turned the corner and headed down the hidden staircase where her room was. "Alohomora," she said softly. She entered the room and locked the door. Her room was normal sized, the only difference being the ceiling was low. In front of her was a twin-sized bed with signature Malfoy sheets on it. Next to the door that led out of her room was a door that led to her bathroom. She entered and shut the door but did not lock it. She looked it the mirror and saw her blood shot eyes. She looked a mess and she felt dirty. "I will end this," she said with fierce intensity.
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