Lexi Layyer my only weakness*hp fanfic*

Another Pawn

It has been over three hours since my arrival at the Manor, and I have still not been able to carry out the reason I came here in the first place.

Nagini slithers silkily over to my side along the marble floor of Malfoy Manor dining room. I drum my fingers slowly on the oak table. Lucius, standing by the doorway next to a whimpering Narcissa, flinches with every beat.

The heavy silence is broken by Bellatrix bursting through the door. “Master,” she pants. She has evidently run down three flights of stairs. “I have calmed the girl and she is ready to talk to you.”

I raise an eyebrow. “No torture was involved?”

When my daughter attempted an escape of the Manor, it was Bellatrix’s spell which caught her as she tried to fly away on a broom, causing her to become unconscious. I caught her before her limp body crashed to the ground but she stirred within a matter of moments – once she realized what had happened, she began to scream and protest and run as fast as she could.

The Malfoy boy and his friend, too, proved an interesting source of protest. But I soon took care of that. Within moments, all three of them were unconscious again, allowing us to take them up to the attic rooms of the manner and confine them separately.

Well. I say ‘us’. I had little to do with this. In times like this, I prefer not to get my hands dirty.

After all, she is my daughter.

This thought is interrupted by the sound of faint footsteps. I look up at Bellatrix to see she has her hand clutched tightly around the wrist of a teenage girl, her nails digging into her arm.

But this young girl is a far cry from the screaming wreck I saw a couple of hours ago. She must not be more than seventeen, but she there is wisdom far beyond her years in her eyes.

Bellatrix must have forced her to change clothes, because she now wears a long dress of dark green that shrieks of power. I can almost smell it.

But what is most striking about the girl is the extent of which I see myself within her – myself within my youth. The same dark hair, slender frame, those dark eyes – and that same manner about her that one cannot help to be charmed by just by looking at her. I only have to look at her to imagine the extent of her manipulation powers – a talent I have been looking for for so long, but found only within myself.

“…Ah,” I say slowly. “…Lexi.”

I try it out for myself. It sounds much more charming than before.

Yes, this is all working out well. So very well.

“Lexi Riddle,” I say again, when she says nothing. Instead, she walks across the room and straight towards me, her eyes never leaving mine. If she’s scared, she doesn’t show it.

She stops halfway across the room and stands very still, just looking at me. I look at her. We inspect each other, trying to catch up on sixteen years within just one look.

After a long while I speak slowly, watching her carefully for a trace of a reaction to at any one of my words. “That was a very amusing little escape you tried there earlier.”

Her expression, however, remains icily cold. She says nothing.

“I hope you know how very great your consequences for that will be,” I murmur. “Your loyalty is already questionable, Lexi Riddle.”

She blinks. “I know.”

“And you realize, of course, that just because we share flesh and blood does not mean I take pity on you? I have no feelings towards you, even if you are my daughter.”