No Face, No Name

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of it's characters. Believe me if i did Harry would probably be pregnant already.The origonal character's, on the other hand, do belong to me. Even though i doubt you will if you want to use them just ask and i will swell with pride

Dedications: to the wonderful people at the laptop fixing place for perminatly fixing slim and i have a guarentee on that. (if you were wondering he went wrong again so that is my excuse)

Pairings; HarryxDraco

Warnings: Lots and lots of angest

Notes: This takes place 11 years after The Right Choice so you MUST have read it to understand what is going on. Their will be several OC's which pop up and they are mine so if you want to use them, which of course you won't coz they are probably silly, then just ask.

Notes2: The name Diabolique comes from the latin for devil Diabolo and is not just a name from some silly cartoon on fox kids with a really shitty theme tune (at least i think it is latin the story for coming up with the name is rather funny coz my mum told me i wasn't allowed to call our new puppy the devil so it ended up as ziggy go figure?)

Notes3: Watch out for the name Mr Malfoy. This is Harry. Draco is Professor Malfoy.

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Diabolique sat at her desk in her work room. she had about five text books in front of her and god knows how many pieces of parchment, quills and other writing impliments which helped her in the completion of her holiday homework. Her last piece of holiday homeowrk, she had left the till last, proffesor Malfoy's piece on unicorn horn. It was really interesting actually and tied in great with her other pet subject, Dark Arts. There was a small knock at the door as her nurse, Narsissa, entered. She was more like a personal servant now, since she had grown old enough to tie her own shoe laces.
'Madame,' she said with her sing-songy voice but still laced with the smallest hint of distain. 'Your Father wishes to speak with you.'
'Tell him to enter.' she answered politly, hoping that one day the woman supossed to be her surrogate mother would actuallty talk to her without sounding like she had just kicked the poor woman's puppy. The dark form of her father walked in slowly as Narsissa shut the door quietly behind him and exited without a sound. 'Good Evening, Father.' Diabolique said quietly.
'What are you doing?' her father hissed. He never really spoke bu rather hissed every word.
'My potions homwork. It is my last piece, apart from the extra credit.' He smiled in his usual evil way, even though she was used to it by now it still fed her with fear each time he did it. Probably because it usually meant he was about to hurt someone.
'Ah yes potions. I understand that Professor Malfoy teaches that subject. May i ask how you like the Professor, i hear he is quite good if maybe a little strange.'
'He is an excellent teacher and he says i have real potential in the area of potions. She smiled a little remembering her lessons with the blonde Professor.
'really well he himself had a very good teacher it was truly a shame about him, but it was all for the best.'
'What was, sir?'
'That i had to kill him, this house was once his, my little trophy.' an insane chuckle was heard from his lips. 'You can learn a lot from Professor Malfoy, get as much from him as possible. Some potions he is the only person on the globe to know. I would be truly interested to have those in my posession.' he chuckled again and then turned to leave.
'Father, i wish to ask you soemthing.' He turned again and waved his hand regally for her to continue. 'Whilst i was being sorted the hat said something that intreged me.' she paused slightly, having rehursed this speech for quite a while to extreact any useful piece of information. 'Along with some other not quite so interesting things the hat told me that my mother was a man. I have seached through many books but i can't seem to find the spell or potion which can accomplish this. I was wondering if you could point me in the right direction.' Her father stood for a while considering his answer.
'It seems both you and I have the same mission. The potion used for a male concieved by one Serverus Snape, whose house we now preside in and as far as i know he only taught one pupil how to create it before his unfortuite demise.' He turned slowly and walked to the door. As he opened it he casually said 'don't let this interupt your studies' and with that he left, closing the door quickly behind him.
Diabolique sat for a full minute stunned in silence. Professor Malfoy had helped with her birth. he must have brewed the potion that had created her. Maybe he knew who her mother was or even is? She got up and began pacing she had to prepare for talk with professor malfoy, find ways to get to him. Maybe she was being to much like her father about this. Professor Malfoy was a good man, maybe he would just tell her outright and if not she had another two weeks to plan her attck before returning to school. She sat down at her desk, wrote a quick letter and whistled for her, Ne, Necromancer, so he could deliver this most vital scrawl

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Draco was sat in his favortie chair, reading the daily profit. There was nothing in it, just stories about their great leader and what he was planning next after his many successful projects. That is what you got when the press became censored and extremely biased. Just then his husand came in, carring two cups of steaming black coffee. Even though they had house-eleves and all number of serving spells his husband made a point to do anything for Draco himself. he put away the newspaper ans went and sat on the long sofa next to his husband, snuggling up against each other and they quietly sipped their drinks. Suddenly the post was annouced and a single bird came flying through. Draco gave a small treat to the owl before reliving it of the small letter attched to his leg. The owl stuck around, obviously awaiting a reply.
'What is it, Draco?' Said Mr Malfoy not likeing the fact he had been moved fom his his snuggling position. Draco opened the letter and read it's contents to himself.
'It's nothing love but i do need to reply now, but it shouldn't take long.' Draco rose and moved quickly towards his study. re-reading the letter to make sure he hadn't mistaken soemthing.

Dear Professor Malfoy
I realise it is unsual for a student to contact you during the holidays but i have just been informed of a rather odd occurance. I understand that you were the favorite pupil of one Professor Severus Snape. I have also been informed that he created a potion which made males become preganant. To cut a long story short i have recently learned that my own Mother was male and i was wondering if you had made this potion for anyone who could have given it to my father or if, purhaps, you may even know the identity of my mother. it is extremely important that i find out any trace off how i was concieved and hopefully by whom. Any help you could give me would be much appriciated. Yours Diabolique Voldemort.

The letter was obviously hurried. Draco walked in to his study, sat down and quickly worte his reply.


Dear Miss Voldemort
I am afraid that i can not help you on this subject i know nothing of the potion that you speak of that any such exsist. I am afraid to say you have been sent on a fools errend and i do not wish to be asked on this subject again. It is my belief, as with many others, that your mother has been dead for years as was written in the daily profit annnoucing your birth. I would ask you not to write to me again and especailly not during the holidays. Yours Draco Malfoy.


He folded the letter up quickly and walked back to the sitting room and sent the bird on it's way.


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a/n i am really sorry i know everyone has been waiting for new chapters and things but i haven't been healthy since september and at the moment i am deaf because of a nasty ear infection well see you all soon, Hopefully

Chapter finished 22:17 19/02/2004