Splintered -Draco Malfoy

Chapter 1; pilot

Darcy sat neatly perched beside her mother at the long dining table which stood in the centre of the Malfoy's kitchen. Her sharp green eyes flitted around the dark brown table, at the army of witches and wizards known as the Dark Lords loyal party, the Death-eaters. The tall Lucius Malfoy, who had gained a rather scruffy appearance since his homecoming from Azkaban, his eyes carrying a dimness, a darkness that they never possessed before. Beside him, the beautiful Narcissa, her white hair peaking beneath the black strands. Darcy never knew if Narcissa's hair was naturally like that, or if she enchanted some spell or charm to give it that appearance. It was pretty, no matter, her features were soft, her button nose brightly highlighted by the cool lighting of the afternoon. Darcy felt her heart quicken just a small amount as she locked eyes with the stunning Draco Malfoy, his gunmetal grey eyes seemingly already on hers as she looked over. She couldn't help but wonder if he admired her the same way she admired him.
His silky, platinum blonde hair, his sharp features, chiseled jaw and porcelain pale skin, unblemished, unscathed, that was, until her father and his forced upon him the dark mark. She had never seen it, but it was a known fact. Every deatheater had one, all except 1.

Tom Riddle was a cruel soul, he possessed hatred for all except 3. Himself, his wife, and his only daughter.
Yes, there were rumours that Tom Marvolo Riddle was incapable of love. He was conceived from a love potion, not from true, raw love, he was too dark for love, but it all changed when he met Ivera, Darcy's mother.
Ivera was ambitious, she was mysterious, she was rough, hard, solid, but so gentle, so mouldable and reserved at the same time. The two were undoubtedly perfect for each other, and Voldemort found himself having a weak spot for the woman. The only weakness he would ever allow himself to feel for anyone, was reserved explicitly for Ivera Riddle, that was until she found out she was pregnant with his child.
And 9 long months later, Darcy was born.
And Merlin, Voldemort loved her. He always believed love was a sign of weekness, but when he saw his beautiful baby girl for the first time... it all changed.
Although, these two people, these two perfect witches, would be the only two he would ever publicly love. And if anyone ever made the terrible offence of mistaking this rare love he felt as a weakness, as a disadvantage, they would have their limbs twisted backwards, their bones torn out of their body, their nerves strung out of their flesh and wrapped tightly around their own throat, they would be killed brutally. Because Tom Riddle was brutal.
The love he feels for his wife and daughter does not extinguish his cruelty.
Not even by 1%.

And so, Darcy Riddle never received the dark mark.

It was strange, because she knew, although her father was the notorious Dark Lord, the greatest sorcerer in the world, the most feared sorcerer in the world, the cruelest, she knew she received more love from her family than the blond boy did from his. His grey eyes were glazed, but infinitely empty.
Her gaze then flitted to the Hogwarts professor beside him. Severus Snape. The professor had been teaching him the dark arts during his time at school, or so her father told her.
He taught the young man how to deflect legitimacy, he encouraged him, consistently, his task of repairing the cabinet, he protected him.
Darcy had great respect for Severus.
Though her gaze somehow found Draco's again. She was unsure of how it happened, but once again, her green eyes bored into his grey ones.
Black dress shirt, the first 2 buttons undone to reveal the slightest bit of his pale chest. Not a singular crease was carved into the rich fabric of the shirt. That was to be expected from a Malfoy, though. Silver jewellery decorating his creamy skin, or maybe it was platinum. A lustrous chain wrapped loosely around his wrist, so loose one could pull it off without having to unbuckle the clasp. Crisp, shiny, silver rings coating his slender fingers, two on his left hand, one on his index, and one on his middle. Four on his right hand, two on his ring finger, one on his middle and one on his index.
He looked expensive, Darcy betted to herself he smelt expensive, too. But as did she.

She wore a black off the shoulder fitted long sleeve, a thick horizontal strap that folded over at the collar to drape off her shoulders in an elegant yet alluring fashion, and a mini denim skirt. Her legs folded under the table neatly, her hands fidgeting boredly in her lap. Her makeup was dark, a precise line of pencil eyeliner coating her bottom waterline, it made her eyes more angled, more intimidating. Highlighter in the inner corners of her eyes and tip of her button nose, bronzer, powdered highlighter on her cheekbones, it made her face more slender, more sharp,
more intimidating.
Power
She had to seem powerful, like her father.
This was the first Death Eater meeting Darcy had attended. She was a healer, after all. Father and Mother thought it was much too dangerous to have her as a Death Eater, so she, instead, was assigned the Important role of being the healer for the dark forces. But it was necessary that she came to this meeting, in three weeks the Death Eaters planned to invade Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Three weeks.
Plans that had simply been plans for years were finally falling into action.

'Moving on,' Voldemort dismissed the current topic, Darcy wasn't listening to what it was, she met the gaze of her father, his pale skin, chiseled cheekbones and sharp jawline, his thick brown hair, and deep brown eyes. Mother cast a spell at the beginning of every month to return to him, his elegance and beauty he had in 7th year, when the two fell in love. Before he was corrupted by black magic, before he was reduced to a scrap of skin and bone resembling a human... before Harry Potter. He gave Darcy a swift nod, and she took it as her queue.
'If you're injured, physically or physiologically, please apparate to the Riddle Manor.' Darcy spoke, her voice firm and straightforward. 'If you're unable to apparate, or don't have a license, Mr Russet will be in the dungeons of Hogwarts.'
Mr Bryce Russet was the secondary medic of the dark forces. Darcy took a sip from her glass to signal she was done talking, as her green eyes continued to observe her surroundings.

The meeting went for a further 15 minutes, before Voldemort ended it.
And the after party began.