"You know the expression: "Were you born yesterday?", Draco?" He asks, looking down a me. I don't look up to him, keeping my eyes on the black envelope sitting under the letter and picture. I nod.
"Yes." I reply.
"Well, usually it is because someone doesn't know something, or because someone does something stupid that doesn't use common scence." I nod again.
"Okay. What does that have to do with her?" I glance to the picture again, seeing her blonde hair.
"Well, the expression is true in her case. She wasn't born yesterday, but she was born about four days ago."
"She is 15."
"Exactly."
"Is she stupid or something?"
"No. She is brilliant. But, she doesn't know anyone. Her father..." I looked up at him, questioning if he was going to say his name or not, "Her father created her with very dark magic. She has his powers, his memories, his evilness. He is her, but, in teenager mode. She does not have a "personality", as one might call it yet. So, the first few times you meet her, she will be..." He paused to think of the word. "Void, Blank, very... Hollow inside. She has no feelings, and no emotion. She will most likely not speak, and will probably ignore anyone who speaks to her. But, I want you to take her around to meet everyone in the house that will be here tomorrow. She will follow you, so, just continue. With each person, shake their hand, say this is whoever it is to her, she will acknowledge everyone, and then say goodbye to the person. Go onto the next person. She needs to learn all death eater's names. After she meets every person, I want you to bring her to me. I will take her back to her father. He won't be at the party tomorrow, so I will have to take her to the residence he is staying at currently." I nod, looking back to the picture. He stands, so I get up, not looking away from the picture.
"Draco, I want you to go to sleep. She will be here tomorrow around 6, but I have a few things to do with your mother in Knockturn Alley tomorrow. You will have the house to yourself for a bit, then your friends will be coming over. I invited them to stay with us and meet her." He started to walk to the door, and I followed. We were silent. I walked to the stairs, starting up them.
"Oh, And Draco," He says. I stop and look down at him.
"Yes, Father?"
"She was made to make men fall in love with her, certain men that she chose to kill later at the hand of her father. I ask of you to not fall in love with her. I will not loose you." And with that, he left into the study, closing the door behind him. I went up the stairs, and down the long hallway. I went pass the first door, then the second, then third, fourth, fifth, then stopped. I opened the door to my room and stepped inside, closing the door behind me. I walked to the bed, and threw myself onto it. I looked up at the ceiling.
*I don't understand...She was "born" four days ago. She has no emotions, no feelings. And father said that she was created to make men fall in love with them, so that he father...him...that...evil, evil man....could kill them. I can't believe he created something so...so...perfect to kill. Why would someone do that....*
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~The next morning~
I herd a faint knock and opened my eyes. The room was dark, and it was cold. I sat up, and looked around. The sunlight wasn't trying to peek through my curtains, telling me it was still night. I got up slowly and went into the bathroom. The clock that was in the bathroom read 3:47. I yawned and looked at myself. Wow. I went back into the room and herd voices. I stopped, dead in my tracks. I walked to the door, opening it slowly. I herd the voices again, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. I looked down the hallway, and saw that down stairs was lit up. I slowly left the room, walking down to the beginning of the stairs. I looked down to the main hall and saw the light was coming from the Study. I took in a deep breath, and went down the stairs as fast as I could. I saw a shadow down the hallway to the kitchen coming down, and slid behind the door the study, allowing myself to hide. The shadow was my mother. She came around the corner with her wand pointed up. She must have herd me or something. She placed it back into the belt and went into the study. Our house elf, Mizy, scuttled by, holding a tea pot, and four tea cups on a silver platter. I herd her set it down and start to pour it in. She left, passing me. She stopped, out of view of who ever was in the study. She looked at me, tilting her head. I put a finger up to my lips quickly, signaling her to keep quiet. She bowed, and ran off. I let out a small quite breath. I listened to the people in the room. I was guessing since Mizy took four cups into the room, there were four people inside. I herd my father's voice first, then my mothers. Then Snape's, then, an unknown voice. I had never herd this voice before. I listened through most of the convo.
Lucius: I really am grateful he chose us to protect her.
Narcissa: I am as-well. Severus, May I ask you a question.
Snape: Of course...
N: Why did he choose Draco? I trust my son, but why did he choose my son. The Dark Lord told Lucius and I that he wanted Draco to become a Death Eater. Is he really going to risk having Draco, as powerful as he will become, in the midst of the girl?
S: She is...a...creature, from pure Dark powers. She is indeed evil, but, she is loyal. Her mind is powered by her father. She can be controlled by him, at any moment. She is also... *His voice lowered* one of his...horcruxes. No one but the Death Eaters will know of her. Most won't even know who she is. He intends on her being the most powerful witch of this century, and many more to come.
L: So, he is not in danger.
S: He is if he falls in love with looks enough to do anything for her. Until her "curse" is broken, She is just a...puppet. She only listens to him. He controls her thoughts. He controls everything. If Draco can control himself, or break her curse, then he is safe. If he falls in love with her, and obeys her every wish, he is in danger of Voldemort killing him. If he does not want to kill Draco, then he will make her ignore Draco.
Unknown man: Is your son controlled enough to with stand such a responsibility?
L: I-I don't know.
N: I know it is against our code to speak of this, but I am worried for my son. Why can't we just break her curse before he finds out?
L: Stop!
S: It is possible. She is a horcrux, so she would have to be destroyed by something that makes someone stronger.
L: This is forbidden! Stop speaking of such things! *He stands, raising his voice.*
N: Calm Down! You know you do not want you son to be killed. We have to think of something. Draco must not know of this. We have to protect him. *She says with a calm voice*
S: Lucius, see with reason against this plan. For your son's sake. I must leave. Goodbye.
I hide back against the wall and the door, seeing Snape leave. He doesn't see me. I hear my father sigh loudly.
L:"We could be killed for this."
N:"I am willing to risk my life for my son's." She says, anger filling each word. I hear her stand, and walk out. She goes down the hallway, to their bedroom. I hear the chair squeak, meaning someone else stood.
L:"I'm glad you came Rudolf. I'm grateful for you telling us about her in more detail. I hope your daughter and she get along."
R:"I felt it was my duty. Since your son is going to be her guardian, along with my daughter. I also hope they get along, it would be hard for her to protect the child if they were not friends in a way. I must go now, Thank you for having me."
L:"Goodbye."
My father says. I hear footsteps, and a man walks out of the study. He leaves to the door. My father comes out, closing the door to the study. I sit there, scared for my life. With no cover. Just as the man, Rudolf, makes it to the door, he stops.
"I trust you will not only protect this evil little girl with your life, but also my daughter, Draco. trust you." He says, looking over to me. He smiles softly, then opens the door, leaving. I gulp hard and stand up once the door closes. I walk back upstairs quietly and go into my room. I sit on the bed, trying to process everything...
