The Slave | T.M.R

Chapter 1

3rd person's pov.

As Rachel looked at herself in the mirror she felt angelic, ethereal even. But inside, she knew she was a monster. Because she had killed people. Not only was that unacceptable, but the actual problem was that she felt no guilt. And she wasn't someone to be forgiven, because she'd gladly do it again. She was a psychopath, but she didn't care. With a glare that cut sharp like daggers, and a body that could've been compared to one of a goddess, she was the perfect weapon. And no-one would've expected it. Much less from him.

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"Rachel!", her father's silky voice growled at her from downstairs. She scowled, "What do you want, father?", she calmly asked him. She hated the man, and one day she told herself she would kill him, slowly, brutally, and painfully.

"We have to go now, or the train will leave without us.", he complained. "Coming!", she screeched back. "By the way, did you pack your trunk? And did you lure Ophelia into her cage?", the patriarch yelled. "Yes father, I did pack my trunk, and I also lured Ophelia into her cage.", she replied annoyed. "Well then, let's go. Would you rather we apparate, or we use floo powder?", he asked. "Apparition.", she said dreamily. "Agreeable, so hold onto my arm, and don't let go.", he chuckled. She felt the familiar feeling of being squeezed into a tube, and leaned into her father's arm.

When the small family consisting of two people, arrived at Kings Cross, they could not help but smell the coal in the air, and gag. They rushed through Station 9 3/4's barrier and finally, Rachel could breathe normally without having to smell, or taste the awfulness that was coal. "Well then, I expect you not get in trouble, have a safe journey, and come home for Christmas!", he said. cheerily. Obviously, he was happy that he was getting rid of her until December, she thought. "Of course, father, I'll try my best not to get in trouble.", she murmured. "See you soon Rachel.", he breathed. "Goodbye father.", she replied whilst sighing.

When the angel-like girl stepped onto the train, she soon discovered that all the compartments were full. After searching for one that wasn't completely full, she found one that only had four people in it. "Can I sit here? All the other compartments are full.", she explained. The fair-haired one nodded, "Of course.", he replied. "I am Abraxas Malfoy.", the platinum blonde teenager said.  "I'm Maxwell Nott", the chestnut-haired one said. "You can call me Icarius Lestrange", the boy with seemingly raven coloured hair said. "And I am Tom, Tom Marvolo Riddle.", the boy with brown curled hair and mesmerising brown eyes said.

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A/N; Thank you so much for reading through this, don't forget to vote and comment!

-Xoxo Cordelia