Alluring Misery

A/N: THIS STORY IS UNDER HEAVY CONSTRUCTION! Samantha Sinclair is a role play character of mine that I love, and I\'ve been wanting to write a fic with her in it for a long time. Do enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not, by any means whatsoever, own J.K. Rowling\'s creations. However, Samantha Sinclair and Damien Sinclair are MINE.


Rating: NC-17. For several accounts of rape, violence, language and other consensual/non-consensual sexual situations.


Alluring Misery
By Veritas



Samantha Sinclair\'s body was silhouetted in a floor to ceiling window. She stared out, almost unblinking, her pale face bright in the reflection of the snow covering the ground outside. The day was overcast, and that was nothing out of the ordinary; seldom did the sun shine around Sinclair Estate. It was the middle of winter, and Samantha had taken it upon herself to stay at the estate over holiday break from Hogwarts. Ah Hogwarts. It grew tiresome too quickly, Samantha had mused more than once.

Samantha\'s icy sapphire eyes were a severe contrast to the heavy black that always framed them, and her crimson lips were neither smiling nor frog. Tg. The hair that fell softly down her back was black and brown at the same time, straight and wavy at the same time. She wore a heavy black cloak as the mansion was far from heated in any way. Samantha\'s knee-high black leather boots peeked out from below the weighty fabric.

The window was open, and the heavy blood-red velvet draperies billowed slightly at a gentle push from the wind. These draperies were old -ancient- and they smelled of dust and of the past.

This uncanny silence was interrupted by soft footsteps on the very old carpet that Samantha was standing on, motionless. She knew immediately who it was, of course, but this didn\'t change her expression whatsoever. Several oil painted portraits that hung on the yellowed walls of this room moved, no- rather, they looked at the person who had entered. To some this would seem very odd, but to the occupants of this house, it was.
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\"Samantha, darling, so good to see you.\" Came a fairly deep voice from behind her; it was aged, but not nearly as aged as the draperies and the carpet in this room.

Samantha\'s eyes did not flinch, they did not blink, and they did not stray from the colorless blanket of cold that illuminated her face in that false way.

\"Samantha?\" The rustling of the carpet fibres under the weight of the person could be heard. He was moving toward her.

She did not stir.

\"Darling, I-\"

Samantha\'s head turned ever so slightly away from the window, wordlessly interrupting him.

\"Samantha?\" His voice was searching, almost concerned.

Samantha turned around, her pale blue eyes locking on her fathers. She raised her eyebrows, still saying nothing.

\"Darling, how are you?\" Damien Sinclair approached his only daughter, his lips in a thin smile. His black, high-collared robes swept the floor; swirling heavy, rich fabric consumed most of his body, except for his face. His hair hit the tops of his ears, dark like his daughters, and beginning to grey.

\"Father, what are you doing here?\" asked Samantha, her expression hard.

Mr. Sinclair stopped, his blackish eyes staring into Samantha\'s.

There was silence for what seemed a minute before either of them moved.

Samantha smirked and looked at her father in disgust. \"You don\'t even have an excuse. What more can I expect from such a loving father?\"
She moved from the window quickly, her long legs carrying her swiftly to the door.

\"Samantha! Samantha, listen to me!\" Mr. Sinclair shouted.

She kept walking, almost out the door.

\"Samantha,\" Mr. Sinclair reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him with surprising strength.

\"Let go of me!\" she yelled, trying to shrug him off, but it was going to take more than that.

\"Samantha, listen to me!\" He wrenched both of her arms behind her back, his chest pressed against her shoulder blades.

Samantha cried out in pain, struggling relentlessly.

\"Samantha,\" Mr. Sinclair hissed into her left ear, his hands tightly restraining his daughter. \"You will not be allowed to leave Hogwarts, do you understand me? And if you do leave, like you have done now, you will stay with the Malfoy\'s. Do you understand me?\"

Samantha could only stand there, open mouthed. The Malfoy\'s? Her heart leapt into her throat. There was no way in hell that she was going to step one foot onto their property. Yes, she was a Slytherin, as generations of Sinclair\'s before her had been, but the Malfoy\'s...

The Malfoy\'s and the Sinclair\'s had always had a friendly rivalry. Everyone knew that the Malfoy\'s had been around a bit longer, but the years were small compared to what people usually thought. Samantha had heard the stories of what went on at the Malfoy Manor, and most of them were unbelievable. Samantha also knew that in his youth her father had participated in some things that even she thought were pretty brilliant, but what Lucius Malfoy used to do... Samantha shuddered slightly. What was her father getting at? Was he actually going to force her to stay there?

\"Wha-?\"

\"Do you think that your mother and I don\'t hear about what you do at school??\" He was raging now, his grip cutting off the circulation to her hands. \"We know about everything! You have lost any privileges that you once had long ago!\"

Samantha\'s pale eyes were watering slightly from the pain, but she ignored it.

\"I don\'t sodding care what you say! I am my own person now! I can do whatever the hell I want!\" she shouted, teeth gritted.

Although Samantha couldn\'t see it, Mr. Sinclair\'s eyes narrowed dangerously.

\"What? I\'m sorry little girl, but you\'re only 17! And have you even been attending your classes? Your marks are atrocious!\"

Samantha forgot the pain, forgot his jab about her studies, and clenched her jaw, her eyes flashing hazardously. \"I am eighteen.\"

\"Sorry? No, you\'re not.\" Mr. Sinclair almost laughed at this.

\"My birthday was over three months ago, DADDY.\" Samantha spat, completely disgusted. \"Or maybe you forgot?\"

He didn\'t lose one bit of his resolve. \"I don\'t care. This misbehaviour will stop. I will not allow you to dishonour the family name!\"

Samantha twisted out of his grasp, and Mr. Sinclair let her. She stood there, chest heaving, ice blue eyes murderous.

\"I should have known...\" Samantha, not saying any more for fear that she might actually kill her father, moved to leave the room once more.

\"Impedimenta.\" said Mr. Sinclair, almost bored.

Samantha stood there, temporarily unable to move. \"Shit,\" she thought. \"I ought to have guessed it would resort to this.\"

\"You will go to the Malfoy\'s, and you will leave now.\" He said, gesturing to the ornate fireplace that was nearby.

\"I will not go.\" Samantha argued, glaring.

\"You don\'t have a choice.\" Mr. Sinclair shoved Samantha toward the fireplace and threw some Floo Powder in, shouting \"The Malfoy\'s!\"



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A/N: This fic will actually take place mainly at Malfoy Manor and will be primarily Lucius/Samantha. However, I don\'t promise any more chapters any time soon, as I lost inspiration for this fic nearly a year ago. I apologize for this!