Title: Seraphim
Author: Faline
Summary: style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Harry wakes up and gets the biggest shock
of his lifetime. Well, maybe not the
biggest but DAMN, he gets freaked out.
A/N: First HP story ever. style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Tried to do something original. style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> If it comes back to bite me in the ass, at
least I’ll have an excuse right?
DISCLAIMER: I own NOG. G. Harry Potter, Severus Snape, The Malfoys, Dumbledore, and any other character that graces the pages of J.K. Rowling’s books belongs to hnot not me. I’m borrowing them, with the full intent to return them when I’m done. I made nothing writing this except for satisfaction. I suck at writing disclaimers too . . . disclaim that while you’re at it.
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I slept so long that when I
awoke, I had no idea where I was.
groaned as I actually came out of my slumber and brought a hand to my
face. In my sleepy haze, I failed to
recognize the contours of my own face.
For some reason, they seemed alien under my touch; somehow more
feminine.
With another groan, I managed to
glance around the room enough to discern I had never been there before. style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> The room was stifling hot. style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> There was a fireplace lit across the room
from the foot of the I l I lay in. The
bed itself was immaculate. Black satin
and green velvet dominated the sheets and blankets. style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Green drapes, silk from the look, framed
the canopy and added a hint of privacy.
Other than the green around me and the bright light from the fire, I could
see nothing.
Someone
shifted to my right. My head tipped
slightly. It was a handsome young boy,
probably about 5. He was looking down,
causing his white-blond hair to cover his face. style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> He sniffled, and I could see tears
glistening on cheeks between the clumps of concealing hair.
“Hush
boy.” His eyes popped open and fell to
the doorway, where the words had come from.
My own eyes, blurred at the distance, followed the boy’s. style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I gasped as I realized who stood in the
doorway. Lucius Malfoy. style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'>
Malfoy,
the Elder, stood glaring at the boy, whoow gow guessed was a very young
Draco. The boy, or Draco, whimpered an
apology that placated his father. His
father nodded before making his way across the room to the bed I was
currently incapacitated in. My eyes
widened in fear as I watched him place a hand on my cheek, and gaze at me
with somethakinakin to compassion.
“How are you feeling?” His
voice was soft, complimenting his gesture.
My mouth
simply dropped open, which I suppose he took as a desire for water. style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> He poured a small bit of liquid down my
throat. I gulped at it and blindly
realized that it was a healing potion as well. style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> From thent,ent, it was the potion of one
Severus Snape, bane of the Dark Lord at the moment.
“Now that
you’re awake, we can lift the curse that horrid girl put on you.”
My mind whirled
at this statement. Not only was Lucius
Malfoy keeping me, apparently, under his roof and treating me like a beloved
child, he was pouring Snape potions down my throat and lifting curses that I
didn’t remember getting hit with.
I tried
to say something . . . anything, but gave up when all that came out was a
harsh rasp of air. '> I took a moment and
tried to think of how I could have gotten into the Malfoy mansion, which had
been burned to the ground for a year or so.
All I
could seem to remember was the horrible feeling of port keying out of London
on my way to the United States. style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> It was possible that I had been knocked out
at the moment of arrival, but t hat didn’t seem likely. style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I didn’t even remember setting foot in New
York. I ran
a few more facts though my mind. The
kindness of Malfoy was easy enough to put off as the latest Death Eater
scheme. Or at least it would if Malfoy
hadn’t been killed by a poison administered by my own hands two years
earlier.
Things
were starting to get even more confused inside my head as time drew by. style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Malfoy broke the silence my thinking had
created. “We’ve brought the man who
will cure you. I’m sure you’ll agree
that he’s a good man for the job at hand.”
He gestured towards the door.
Two men who I could only assume ‘worked’ for the dead man pushed a
struggling, dark-haired man through the door.
The man
straightened and I immediately sighed in relief.
“Welcome
to my home Severus. I believe you’ve
already met my daughter, Seraphim.”
In my
relief I almost didn’t notice that Malfoy had introduced me, ME, as his
daughter, Seraphim. That wasn’t
good. I looked around frantically for
mirrors and almost screamed when I looked up and there were mirrors. style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> There was no 26 year-old ‘Boy Who
Lived’. There was no dark, shaggy hair
and gray eyes. Instead, there was long
blond hair, alabaster skin, and the unmistakable Malfoy visage on a 17-year
old female body. I groaned. style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> This was not good at all.
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