The Dark Lady (Voldemort's Daughter)

Training

"Amber!" Lucius called from downstairs. Hurriedly, I rushed through the halls of Malfoy Manor and ended up standing face to face with Lucius. 

I was an orphan you see. I never knew my parents. My mother died giving birth to me, and my father died soon after. At least, that's all I've ever been told. The Malfoy's are always very secretive about that topic. They were the family that took me in when my family died. I was told that I am a pureblooded witch (A/N This is what Lucius told her, not knowing Voldemort was a half-blood) with the last name of White. I am Amber Jade White. I know that this last name isn't my real, birth name. It's a fake one to keep me safe. That's what Lucius told me at least.

I once asked about my parents and let's just say I'll never ask about them again if need be...

Flashback:

"Lucius? Can I ask you something?" My five year old self asked.

"What do you want, Child?" He responded harshly. The Malfoy's weren't always the most friendly bunch, but they were all I have. They have trained me hard. I already know all the simple spells at the age of five. 

"It's just that Draco was talking to me after he came back from Goyle's house. He was angry about something Goyle said that was apparently wrong to say. I told him what you've said about Purebloods never being wrong and he got mad at me. He started telling me off then he started ranting about how 'At least Goyle's got a father that listens to him.' I know this isn't what he meant but it made me wonder why I don't have a father? I mean, I know he is dead but I want to know more about him. Mother too..."

He stood and approached me menacingly. "Never. Ask. That. Ever. Again." Smacking me after each word. Each strike hurt more than the other. It was the first time he's ever hit me. The first out of many. 

He then left the room in a flurr of anger to find Draco. This was just the first time he started to hit me around but I've started getting used to it which is what Lucius wants. He says it's just him being a good teacher.

Present day:

"Finally, you came. I was wondering if I would have to send a search party," He said with a sneer. "Crucio!" He yelled. I wanted to wither to the ground in pain but I knew that if I did, punishment would be worse. I stood my ground, trying to ignore the pain. I was used to the stabbing sensation of the curse. I've had it done to me multiple times a day for years. It was to get me stronger, Lucius tells me.

I fight against the curse now, so it only lasts seconds at a time. "New record, I see," Lucius says with a sneer. "I guess now it is time for you real training to finally begin." Before I could wonder what he meant, a door behind him opens, revealing a group of people with emotionless eyes enter. I know that look. They are under the Imperious curse. 

"Take the spell off, Amber," Lucius says. I do as I'm told, scared of the concequences. The people look around in horror. They don't know where they are, or how they got there. Lucius and I have practiced all these spells before. I was only nine, but I knew the drill. They were muggles. People below us. That's what Lucius says.

As one of the muggles starts to talk, I pull out my wand as quickly as possible and send silencing spells at every one of them. They look panicked, finding their voices gone. One tries to run. I Imperio him and bring him back to the people.

With the flick of a wrist (not even the hand holding the wand), ropes come up out of the ground and tie them all up. Lucius looks impressed at this. I also see a hint of fear in his eyes. I smirk to myself. It was my first time doing that spell without a wand. At this time, I had no idea how hard it would be for a full grown witch to do that wandless, let alone at the age of nine. Not even in a school yet! I can do a lot of simple wandless spells already though. 

The Muggles looked at me as I one by one cast Crucio on them. Their screams echoed through the dark corridors of the manor. I see Lucius nod at me, and proceed to take off the spell. I wanted to throw up. You see, unlike the Malfoy's, I don't like hearing screams. I don't even like doing any of the training sessions. I do it to please them though. They took me in and I have to repay them in some way, don't I? And anyways, muggles are below us, aren't they so they deserve it for trying to take our magic.

Thinking I was done with the Muggles, I walked over to the door, but found it locked. I looked over at Lucius. "We're not done here," He said. I was confused. That's all that we've practiced so far. 

"Finish them," He drawled.

"What?"

"Finish them. Kill them!" He yelled, slapping me across the face. 

I stared at him coldly, with a glare that made him visually gulp. I don't know why, but I sometimes think that I am scaring Lucius. I only glare. A tough person like him shouldn't get scared by something so simple as that...

"Do it!" He yelled, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I turn my wand around in my hands a few times. I know the spell. I know how to cast it. I know that I can cast it. I'm disgusted with myself enough from that. I've done the spell on little weeds and such but never on a person before. I real living creature with thoughts and a heart!

"Let me show you. Avada Kedavra!" Lucius did the spell so quickly. I had seen him do it before but once again it was only on a little flower! The man who had tried to run before now lay dead on the hard wooden floor, his family gazing at his unmoving body, tears in their eyes, mouths moving from silenced screams.

Don't say anything. Don't let anything away. Emotionless.

His eyes stared back at me, the orbs empty. The picture carves itself into my mind and I find myself unable to look away. 

"Do it! They're only muggles! They don't matter!" Lucius snaps. "Or are you scared? Don't have the guts to do it? I knew it..." He taunted. 

He knew that taunts got under my skin easily. I felt my emotions swell up and my brain seemed to loose all sensible thought.

"Avada Kedavra!" I growled out, anger seeping into my voice. The one spell killed all five muggles. Lucius looked at me in shock wondering how I was able to even do that, but I paid him no mind. 

I was disgusted with myself. The bodies were all limp against their binding, the last thing they felt was fear before I murdered them in cold blood. 

I was a murderer. I did this.