DRIPS OF FANCY - draco malfoy

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The next day, the castle was bustling with activity as students packed their belongings and prepared for the end-of-year departure. Alvena moved through the motions, her thoughts still clouded by the events that had unfolded over the past few days. The vision of Cedric's death, the chilling presence of Voldemort, and the uncertainty of what awaited her—everything felt like a haze, one that she couldn't shake, no matter how hard she tried.
Sage and Stormy were already ready, their trunks neatly packed and waiting by the door. Alvena forced herself to focus, but it wasn't easy. The weight of the unknown pressed down on her. Would the answers she sought be found over the summer, or would they follow her home, waiting for her to uncover them?
Draco, who had been unusually quiet since the events at the tournament, was also getting his things together. When their eyes met across the room, he gave her a slight nod, as if to reassure her that he was still there, but his usual smirk was gone. There was something different about him now, something that Alvena couldn't place. The fear she felt was mirrored in his eyes.
Once they reached the train station, the group made their way to Platform 9¾. The sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air, but Alvena's mind was elsewhere. She and her friends boarded the train, and as the journey began, she tried to settle into the familiar rhythm of Hogwarts life. But nothing felt familiar anymore. Not with the strange visions, the unsettling encounters, and, now, her family's odd behavior.
When they arrived at King's Cross, Alvena stepped off the train, her stomach twisting with unease. The familiar sights of the station seemed foreign, as though she were stepping into a reality that no longer belonged to her. She reached for her trunk, scanning the platform for her parents. But they weren't there.
Her friends began to disperse, parents rushing to meet their children, but still, no sign of her mother and father. Her heartbeat quickened, and she felt a sense of panic rising in her chest. She looked over at Draco, who seemed equally out of place.
"Alvena," Draco said quietly, his voice laced with concern. "Everything okay?"
Alvena opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, a sharp voice cut through the noise of the platform.
"Alvena."
She turned, her breath catching in her throat as Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother, approached with a haughty air. The coldness of her gaze seemed to cut through the bustling crowd, and for a moment, Alvena froze.
"Come with me," Narcissa said without explanation. "Your parents are waiting for you."
A wave of confusion and anxiety washed over Alvena, but she didn't protest. Draco's eyes flickered between her and his mother, but he said nothing as Narcissa led Alvena through the crowd.
"Where are we going?" Alvena asked, her voice barely above a whisper as they moved toward a sleek, black carriage waiting at the edge of the platform.
"You'll see," Narcissa replied curtly, her face impassive.
The ride to Malfoy Manor was long and silent, the thick air pressing in on Alvena as she tried to steady her breath. Her mind whirled with questions, none of which had clear answers. What was going on? Why had Narcissa come for her? And why was her family suddenly so distant, so cold?
When the carriage finally came to a halt in front of the grand entrance to the manor, Alvena's heart sank further. The looming, Gothic architecture of the estate seemed to echo with dark history, and a sense of foreboding hung in the air like a thick fog.
Narcissa ushered her into the manor with a firm grip, leading her through the dimly lit hallways. She quickly pushed her son away from them, ushering him to his room.
The house felt silent, almost too quiet, as though its walls were holding their breath, waiting for something to happen.
As they reached the main foyer, Alvena's eyes landed on her mother. Lilith Blythe stood near the grand staircase, her pale, regal features softening as she caught sight of her daughter. Without a word, she crossed the room, her arms wrapping around Alvena in a tight, unexpected embrace.
"I'm so sorry, Alvena," her mother whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I never wanted you to find out this way."
Before Alvena could respond, a cold voice echoed from behind them.
"Well, well, Alvena," it said, smooth and velvety, sending a chill down her spine. "I didn't expect you to be so fiery."
Alvena turned, her eyes wide with shock as the figure of a tall, dark man stepped forward, his face pale, his eyes red and cruel. There was no mistaking him. The man before her was none other than Lord Voldemort.
Her breath caught in her throat, her legs threatening to give way beneath her as a wave of realization hit her. Her parents—Lilith and William Blythe—weren't just any ordinary wizards. They were followers of Voldemort. And she, it seemed, was tied to him in ways she couldn't yet comprehend.
"Welcome home, Alvena Riddle," Voldemort said, his lip curling into a twisted smile. "Come, greet your father properly."
Alvena's heart raced, her thoughts spinning out of control. She looked to her mother for an explanation, but Lilith was avoiding her gaze, her eyes cast downward in what could only be described as shame. William Blythe , standing to the side with a smirk, didn't offer any comfort.
Alvena hesitated, her hands trembling, before stepping forward. She awkwardly extended her arms toward Voldemort, the man who had been nothing but a name in her mind until now, and embraced him. His cold skin was like ice against hers, and she could feel the power radiating off of him as though it were an invisible force.
He pulled back, his hands resting on her shoulders as he surveyed her with a proud glint in his eyes. "Ah, the daughter of the Dark Lord," he purred, his voice thick with amusement. "I've waited for this moment. You'll understand, Alvena. It's in your blood."
Confusion gripped Alvena's chest, and she turned her eyes to her parents. Her mother's expression was unreadable, while her father's smirk only deepened.
Voldemort continued, his voice growing darker. "You see, your mother and I, we fell in love long ago. She wanted a child—my child, to be exact. But we had to sacrifice much to have you, Alvena." His voice softened as he spoke of her birth, but the words felt hollow in her ears. "Your mother died during childbirth, and you were given to the Blythe family to stay hidden. The Ministry couldn't know about you."
A cold knot formed in Alvena's stomach as she absorbed his words. Her mother... died during childbirth? And she had been hidden away all these years? She couldn't breathe. Everything she knew, everything she thought she understood, was shattering before her eyes.
Voldemort's cold smile never faltered. "But now, Alvena, I have you. You are my daughter, and I am glad to have you by my side at last."
Her heart pounded in her chest as he looked at her with pride. The terror that had been building in her chest shifted into something else—something darker. A question lingered on her lips, but she couldn't find the strength to ask it.
He extended his hand to her. "Join me, Alvena. Join your true family."
Alvena's eyes flicked to William, the one she thought was her true father. He nodded, a quiet signal to her. Fear surged within her. This was it. This was the moment that would define her future. Could she refuse him? Could she defy the man this grand?
She swallowed hard and nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "I'll join you."
Voldemort's smile stretched wider, and he stepped forward. "Good girl."
With that, he raised his wand, and Alvena felt the sharp pain as the Dark Mark burned into her arm, an agonizing reminder of the choice she had just made.
"You will swear to keep this secret," Voldemort demanded. "No one, not even your friends, must know the truth for now. Only your mother, your father, and I know what you are."
Alvena nodded, her mind numb as she muttered an oath of secrecy.
Voldemort turned to Lilith. "Show her to her room, then. Let her rest."
Lilith lead Alvena down the long corridors of Malfoy Manor. Behind her, William smiled, his face twisted with pride.
As Alvena walked away, her heart sank further into the abyss. She didn't know what awaited her in this dark new world, but she knew one thing for certain: her life would never be the same.