The Dark Lady (Voldemort's Daughter)

The Prophet

"Dark Lady" Strikes But It's Her Quill to Parchment This Time

The Dark Lady, daughter of You-Know-Who, killed by the famous Harry Potter at the Battle of Hogwarts on May 2, 1998 (For more on the Battle of Hogwarts see page 4), has written to the Daily Prophet. We have enclosed the full letter:

Dear  The Daily Prophet,

I couldn't help but notice what you wrote about me in the Prophet a few days ago. Yes, this is the, what did you call me, the "Dark Lady?" Well anyways, I wanted to write to you so you can know a little more about me. I will keep my identity a secret and I will keep all promises written in this letter. That's a promise ;). I need to stay a secret, I mean, wouldn't you if you wanted to survive your Hogwarts days as the daughter of the Dark Lord?  

Anyways, I bet your all wondering about me, like where I was raised, etc. I'll tell you just that. I was born and raised in Malfoy Manor, being hidden whenever Aurors were on the grounds. Only a select few know of my existence. I was raised harshly. Being starved for days on end, whipped, beaten, tortured, and having to watch people die. (If your wondering where some muggles disappeared to, look at Lucius Malfoy's records).

I was raised to torture and hate Muggles and Muggleborns alike. My real purpose for writing this letter is to tell you all that I am NOT my father. I will not be like him EVER. I feel real love. Don't believe me because of my father? Forget about him and look at my mother. I never knew her, I do know who she is, but I do know that she had a heart. A real heart. I care. I have happiness. I can love.

To prove this all to you, I will be doing one good deed every week. I will keep this a secret, but leave a note when I do something. I want to make someone smile, and not watch the light leave their eyes like my father. Why am I doing this, you may ask? All my life I have lived in shadows, unable to leave the house that shelters me, show kindness, love or joy. Just emotionless torture. I was raised in the shadows.

Sincerely,

                     The Shadow Girl

There we have it. The Shadow Girl. We will be watching for her good deeds, telling you everything, every step of the way. Now, should we believe this Shadow Girl, or should we still not trust her, and cower at the mention of her name? We shall see what the future has in store for us. Until next time my fellow readers.

I looked up from reading the Prophet. I had decided to go to breakfast that morning. I now got my own copy of the Prophet. I looked up, and met eyes with my Headmaster. She looked at me skeptically, still not sure whether to trust me or not. I noticed the paper in her hands, eyes full of curiosity. Just then, the Golden Trio along with Draco entered the hall and stopped by me, sitting alone as Teddy, Rose and Molly were still sleeping.

"Your up early," Draco remarked casually. They hadn't read it yet.

"I couldn't sleep," I said, shrugging. "But, did you read the Prophet this morning?" They shook their heads 'no.' Of course they haven't. "Read this," I said, handing them the paper. 

I watched as their eyes filled with wonder. Hermione was the first to finish (of course). "Do you think it's really true? She's on our side?"

"I don't know..." Draco said, finishing up and looking at me. I shrugged looking at Draco. His eyes were full of astonishment, knowing who I really am and all. I smiled to myself.

"What's so funny?" Ron asked, finishing reading right after Harry. 

"Just your faces," I replied. Draco and Hermione laughed. "I do have one question though," I said looking at Draco. "Where is Narc- I mean, Mrs. Malfoy? She wasn't mentioned at all," I asked Draco. He gave me a look that I could've sworn meant 'cheeky, Amber.' 

"Lucius kicked Mum out of the manor a few years back... She's living with Aunt Andromeda now. Finally getting to be sisters."

I smile, knowing that Draco is happy and that Narcissa is happy.

Now all I have to do is think of something to do for my first deed...