Chaos Controlled

Inheritance

"3...2...1..." I say, counting down the seconds until my sixteenth birthday. The clock strikes midnight and I'm surrounded by a bright light for a few moments before I hear a snap and the light fades away. I get up, look in the mirror, and am shocked at what I see. I have raven wings, ebony hair, and onyx-colored eyes plus fangs. I get my letter from Gringotts then pack my stuff, burn my Gryffindor stuff, and apparate to the bank to sort out my inheritance. I finish that, do a little bit of shopping, after getting a bank card for both my school and my personal vaults, then apparate to Malfoy Manor where I know Mom has been staying while Dad's off on missions for Tom these days. I apparate into the room that Tom's using as a throne room and everyone is happy to see me.

"Harmony?" Mom asks, tears glistening in his eyes. I nod, walk over to him, and let him wrap both his arms and his wings around me.

"Hi Mom," I say, smiling.

"Welcome home baby girl," He says. I smile then pull away and look at the others who look genuinely surprised because they all thought I was dead.

"Tom, may I speak with you, Mom, Bella, and Lucius in your study please?" I ask him. He nods.

"Sure Harmony," He says, getting up and leading the four of us to his study. We get inside, he closes the door and I take the chair next to him while Mom and Bella take the couch and Lucius takes the other chair. He looks at me and I start talking, spilling my entire story in a matter of minutes. Tom growls, vowing revenge on Dumbledore for treating his mate like a weapon against him.

"There's an upside to this though. It will make Sirius, Remus, Dora, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Arthur, Mad-eye, Kingsley, Aunt Minnie, Poppy, Irma, Filius, Pomona, Hermione, Ginny, and Rolanda join us," I say. He nods and smiles.

"That is an upside, my dark queen," He says. I smile

"Since you have the death eaters I want to make my own group; Salazar's Circlet," I say. He nods.

"You have my permission, my dark queen," He says. I get up and sit on his lap, leaning against him with his arms wrapped around my waist and his hands resting on my stomach. I'm soon lost in my thoughts, worried about how Tom's going to take the news of this little one considering she's not his. I excuse myself, get up, walk up to our room, go into the bathroom, and take the glamour off. I sigh at how I look. There are bruises and scars all over my body and you can plainly see the bulge of my stomach through my shirt. Tom walks in and growls. He wraps his arms around me, lifts me up, and runs me down to the medical wing, calling for Aunt Cissa as he goes. We get to the medical wing and he lays me down on the nearest bed. Aunt Cissa runs scans and they find out my secret.

"May I have a few minutes alone with my mate?" He asks her. She nods.

"Of course my lord," she says, walking out and closing the door.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks, resting his hand on my stomach. I sigh.

"I wasn't sure how you were going to take the news because she's not yours. Remember how I told you I was tortured by Dumbledore? Take a stab at what else he did to me after he kidnapped me," I say. He growls.

"Are you telling me that this little one is Dumbledore's?" He asks. He's furious at Dumbledore but completely understands why I didn't want to tell him. I nod.

"She may have Dumbledore's DNA but she sure as hell isn't his daughter," I say, vowing to never let Dumbledore near her. A month later I stalk through the halls of Hogwarts, dressed in black dress pants, black high-heeled boots, a white dress shirt, a black dress jacket, and my black robes. I get near the doors of the Great Hall and, pushing my hands out in front of me, throw them open with a giant boom. I stalk in and make my way up to the staff table to sit next to my mom. I may be a Slytherin but everybody knows that I don't exactly follow the school dress code. Everything I wear, whether it's during the school week or on the weekend, consists of black and white like my mom's outfits.