LIAR

Chapter 1- Riddle Me This

Tazie

I was reading my favorite book in my room. Pesto, my familliar, was sprawled across the bottom of my bed. My room was freezing. He was laying on my feet being the only source of heat.

Although Pesto was a lynx cat and very large, he acted like a fool. He was by far the goofiest cat I've ever met. Though I've only met a few. He was also very unwelcoming to strangers. He wasn't a fan of my father either.

As if my father could hear my thoughts, he knocked on my door. I knew it was him because Pesto was awake and was sat beside me, which he always did when my father was around.

"Yes?" I said. He walked through my door, kind of awkwardly.

"Pack your stuff Tazmera. I'm going to a meeting tonight and we will have to stay over." He said standing inside my doorway.

"At Greyback's again? I hate sleeping in that weird little shack of a house. No offence to Greyback of course." I asked.

"No. The Malfoy Manor. We won't be at Greyback's house anymore. The Malfoy Mannor is much nicer, more luxurious. Plus it doesn't smell like wet dog there." He said laughing at his own joke.

"Very funny father. The Malfoy's? Who are they. Oh and can I bring Pesto?" I asked.

"He can't fit in the carriage, Tazmera. And yes. Lucius Malfoy is a Death Eater." He said.

"It's fine. I'll just use an enlargement charm and have him follow you. And you've not spoken of him before." I said.

"I know. Anyway, fine you can bring Pesto. I will never understand your odd connection with him. Nagini and I aren't as connected like you and Pesto."

"That's because he's a familliar. Not a pet. He chose me. You chose Nagini."

"Just like your mother. You know, you and your mother where the only ones in history to have an animal telepathically link with you. There where witches before, but their powers withered and stopped. Your mother was the first in millions of years." He explained. His eyes going glassy. He never explained what happened to my mother. But I also know he doesn't like to speak of it, and that's okay.

The whole wizarding world believes my father to be a monster. Monster or not, he's my father. He still has emotions. Though he shows them rarely. Very rarely. I've not once see my father cry. And he and I have never once said I love you. Deep down I hope he does love me as much as I love him.

He was right though. I read about it in our library. My mother was a descendant of the last witches known to be able to have a familliar. For some reason or another my mother was born with those skills. I suppose that's why my father was drawn to her.

Why I was the second to have these abilities i'm not sure.

I found Pesto when my father took me to a market. I looked at this tiny Lynx cub and suddenly I could understand him. He didn't speak with words though. He spoke in my mind. My father reluctantly agreed to letting me keep him. Though he was not cheap at all.

"Pack your stuff and be ready in 10 minutes. Oh and Abigail bought you a few dresses for you to wear." He said. He had a box in his hand that I hadn't noticed. He placed it on the table next to him and left.

I stood up and picked it up. It had one green dress and one white one. Both very beautiful.

The light green dress, however was my favorite. I'm not much of a dress type. I prefer skirts and blouses. But I know how important it is that I impress these, Malfoy's. Perhaps they have a cute son.

I didn't want to wear it today though. It was much too formal.

Instead I wore a sort of lined- checkered skirt and black blouse, tights and some black shoes. It was much more appropriate. And more my style. I'm not going to lie to them and make them think I am some soft little girl. But I also didn't want to intimidate them. I twisted two parts of my hair back and clipped them in place.

I packed my clothes in a suitcase. Pesto jumped down from the bed and walked to me. He took the suitcase in his mouth while I carried my books.

I walked down about 70 stairs, through about 20 rooms and 3 corridors. I don't understand why me have such a big house. It's only father, Pesto, Nagini and Abigail. Though Abigail didn't live with us. She was just a maid, and she looked after me when my dad was in hiding, But she never once slept here. Pesto would guard my door at night. Though he'd fall asleep every time. Sometimes in the early morning he would hear that Abigail was here and thing she was an intruder since he was half asleep and he ran into my door. It was quite funny.

I walked to the carriage. Before I got in, I put all my things in the carriage and got out my wand. I cast the enlargement charm on Pesto. He grew about 10 feet tall. I laughed.

*I feel like a giant Taz.*

*Yes, I'm sure. Now make sure you follow us, okay?*

Pesto nodded.

I got into the carriage. My father pointed to the seat in front of him.

"Sit, we must hurry. We have a 5 hour journey ahead of us." He said in a firm tone. I sat down.

"That's not what I asked you to wear."

"Father, I will not lie to these people and make them think I'm one to wear a dress. I'm not a little girl. Plus that dress was much too formal for a meeting. I'll wear one tomorrow maybe, depending on what we're doing." I explained. My father huffed. I picked up my book and began reading again.

"Why do you have three books?" He asked after a while.

"I get through books very quickly. I need something to do while I'm waiting for your meeting to finish." I said.

"You're just like your mother. Such a bookworm." He said. Not in a condescending tone though. More of a frustrated, yet sweet tone. It was weird. My father never, ever speaks of my mother.

"Mind if I take one and have a read?" My father? Wanting to read? My father? Asking for permission? What is he up to...?

"I- Uh- Of course." I said handing him one.

We sat and read, occasionally being interrupted by Pesto needing food or water for hours.