The Dark Lady and her twisted troubles

Chapter 2: Anything for her mother

Hey everyone, sorry this one is a bit short. But the meat of the story comes out in the next chapter.

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-----TheDarkLady

CHAPTER 2

“Have you found someone worthy, Severus?” A high cold voice cut through the gloomy palpable air of Malfoy Manor.

“More than worthy my lord, she’s perfect.” Snape said with a distinguished air. He paused. The dark lord was silent, he continued.

“I have contacted The Devereauxs Of Italy. The youngest member of their bloodline is Ivory Devereaux. Exceptional breeding. She is extremely talented with a wand and has immense skill in the dark arts. She is quite well-rounded and very intelligent. She is 16 years and will join Draco in 6th year. Her personality suggests she would be in Gryffindor, though she is a true Slytherin.” Snape paused for the verdict.

The Dark Lord’s maleficent red eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “ Perfect.” He hissed.

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Ivory Devereaux sighed and looked all around her. She slowly took in her bedroom. Her safe haven. She was going to leave it for who knows how long. But she was more than honored to be hand-picked by the Dark Lord. She would serve him. She would honor the family name. It is after all, what a Devereaux does.

She went to her exquisitely decorated venetian mirror and took the necklace that was hung delicately on it.

Her lucky charm--- more like lucky heirloom. It was her Great aunt Lynx’s when her great uncle Jinx gave it to her.

It has since then passed down the generations.

She took a deep breath and unclasped the necklace, when she raised it above her head she heard soft footsteps.

A smell of lavender--- she knew it was her mother. She smiled. It was a rarity in a pureblood family to smile. They were hard and cold people, or that was the appearance they had to keep up.

But Ivory loved her mother dearly, the woman was her idol. She aspired to be like her, graceful, wise, beautiful and respected by all. Of course Ivory was already all of the above. But Ivory’s mother Nyx made everyone doubt themselves in a cinch.

“Here, allow me.” Her mother said in her silvery and soothing voice.

Ivory felt as though the weight of responsibility had lifted for a few seconds.

“My little girl.” Her mother whispered lovingly and spun her daughter around.

Ivory was the epitome of beauty and brains. Double threat. There was a reason she was named Ivory, her pale skin, like alabaster shining and permanently glowing and radiant.

Soft shiny, lustrous black hair tumbling down her back. Pouty red lips. Smoldering, blazing brown eyes. They were always aflame.

She had a delicate yet powerfully toned body. One not to mess with. Her mind aged beyond her years.

She was full of contradictions. Pale skin, Dark Hair, red lips. Tough body but soft to the touch. Long legs and arms, on the skinnier side. But absolutely lovely. There was an aura of good breeding, respect, and arrogance around her.

She was the model pureblood. For generations to come.

She was the spitting image of her mother.

“ Do us proud.” Her mother said and ran her fingers through her daughter’s comfortably and tamable curly hair.

Ivory smiled in return. Anything for her mother.

Anything.