Blood is Blood
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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3
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1,080
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12
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Blood is Blood
This is my first time posting a story. Please review it and I will continue. The first chapter is just to provide some background. Eventually it is meant to be a Draco/OFC. If it sounds promising let me know and I\'ll post the second chapter. If it\'s dumb I\'ll just retreat and keep reading your work :)
-Blood is Blood-
It must have been nearly two in the morning when a hooded figure swept across an ill-kept lawn towards a large manor house; his black cloak billowing out behind him. There was an odd, unseasonable chill in the June wind. He threw open the door to the house and after closing it securely behind him he hurried into the drawing room to find a thin, snakelike man sitting in a large armchair facing the fire. The cloaked man waited a moment before the man in the chair spoke.
“What news do you bring me, Severus?”
“Master, It’s a girl. And healthy. What do you want me to do with it?”
“Bring her to me, I want to see for myself.”
“Yes, Master.” Severus turned to go. When the man from the chair spoke again.
“Oh, and Severus…Dispose of the mother. Her filth is no longer necessary.”
Half an hour later the scene was somewhat repeated except this time with the hooded figure carrying an oddly quiet bundle in his arms.
“Here you are Master. She is already quite strong. I can feel it from her. It is obvious she is the dark lord’s daughter.”
The man in the chair took the baby. He moved the blankets obstructing the child’s face away as gently as a man like he could manage. Looking at her sleeping form there was something almost human flickering behind the slitted eyes.
“Yes, This will work.” The Dark Lord muttered to himself. Then he stood, still holding the baby and saying more to the night than to anyone else.
“I shall name her in honor of my most faithful Death Eater and hand her over and she will be raised as I was until that fool Dumbledore comes to sweep her away to try and teach her the good of this world. But it will not work. She is mine and there is no undoing what is in me and what I will pass on to her. But she will not know. Oh, Dumbledore that meddlesome old man will figure it out and try to hide it from her. To protect her from what she will become. And he will be sure he knows just the way she can be manipulated to bring her to his side. But there are some things that can never be changed. Some scars run too deep. Blood is blood. There’s no denying where you came from, or who you were born to be.”
Seeming satisfied with himself the Dark Lord pulled the baby’s left arm from its blanket confines. He pressed the first two fingers of his right hand into the flesh of her forearm and when he removed them a shining black mark lay in their wake. The heat flashed through the small girl’s body and with a shudder she let out a fearful cry. Just as suddenly as it had happened though, she feel back into a seemingly enchanted sleep. He waved his hand over the mark and it vanished. Severus looked at the Dark Lord questioningly.
“Can’t have any questions asked now can we? It will reappear when the time is right.”
Severus started to take the baby from the Dark Lord but he retained the child a bit longer in his arms.
“Go on my child,” The Dark Lord whispered. “ Go on and grow and never let anyone stand in the way of what you want. Get it by any means you must take. No one will ever be better than you. There is only power and those too weak to take it. Be strong, my Severine.”
-Blood is Blood-
It must have been nearly two in the morning when a hooded figure swept across an ill-kept lawn towards a large manor house; his black cloak billowing out behind him. There was an odd, unseasonable chill in the June wind. He threw open the door to the house and after closing it securely behind him he hurried into the drawing room to find a thin, snakelike man sitting in a large armchair facing the fire. The cloaked man waited a moment before the man in the chair spoke.
“What news do you bring me, Severus?”
“Master, It’s a girl. And healthy. What do you want me to do with it?”
“Bring her to me, I want to see for myself.”
“Yes, Master.” Severus turned to go. When the man from the chair spoke again.
“Oh, and Severus…Dispose of the mother. Her filth is no longer necessary.”
Half an hour later the scene was somewhat repeated except this time with the hooded figure carrying an oddly quiet bundle in his arms.
“Here you are Master. She is already quite strong. I can feel it from her. It is obvious she is the dark lord’s daughter.”
The man in the chair took the baby. He moved the blankets obstructing the child’s face away as gently as a man like he could manage. Looking at her sleeping form there was something almost human flickering behind the slitted eyes.
“Yes, This will work.” The Dark Lord muttered to himself. Then he stood, still holding the baby and saying more to the night than to anyone else.
“I shall name her in honor of my most faithful Death Eater and hand her over and she will be raised as I was until that fool Dumbledore comes to sweep her away to try and teach her the good of this world. But it will not work. She is mine and there is no undoing what is in me and what I will pass on to her. But she will not know. Oh, Dumbledore that meddlesome old man will figure it out and try to hide it from her. To protect her from what she will become. And he will be sure he knows just the way she can be manipulated to bring her to his side. But there are some things that can never be changed. Some scars run too deep. Blood is blood. There’s no denying where you came from, or who you were born to be.”
Seeming satisfied with himself the Dark Lord pulled the baby’s left arm from its blanket confines. He pressed the first two fingers of his right hand into the flesh of her forearm and when he removed them a shining black mark lay in their wake. The heat flashed through the small girl’s body and with a shudder she let out a fearful cry. Just as suddenly as it had happened though, she feel back into a seemingly enchanted sleep. He waved his hand over the mark and it vanished. Severus looked at the Dark Lord questioningly.
“Can’t have any questions asked now can we? It will reappear when the time is right.”
Severus started to take the baby from the Dark Lord but he retained the child a bit longer in his arms.
“Go on my child,” The Dark Lord whispered. “ Go on and grow and never let anyone stand in the way of what you want. Get it by any means you must take. No one will ever be better than you. There is only power and those too weak to take it. Be strong, my Severine.”