PRINCESS ➳ harry potter , draco malfoy (OLD VERSION)

100 || The Heirs of Slytherin

"Yes, Katerina, I am your father."

Katie felt dazed, stunned. Everything was a blur of panic and shock.

"No..." she whispered, stiffly shaking her head as tears sprang to her eyes. "No, you're lying."

Despite the fact that she so desperately wanted it to be false, despite the fact that Katie claimed Voldemort was lying, she knew it was the truth.

And suddenly, it all made sense.

Her mother was a Death Eater. She returned with two children after Voldemort's defeat at the hands of the infant Harry Potter, claiming that she did not know what had happened to her and knew not who the children's father was. Of course, she was only lying to save herself time in Azkaban, and she married Anthony Blair, a Muggle-born, to make her lie seem more believable. What Death Eater would marry a Muggle-born and carry his child? In the end, she killed Leo Blair, Anthony Blair's only real son, just as she had killed Anthony himself, because neither of them had any real meaning to her.

Voldemort was a Parselmouth, Voldemort was one of the most accomplished Legilimens the world had ever seen — hence Katie's natural gift at Occlumency. All the objects that triggered her forgotten memories were in some way related to Voldemort — Tom Riddle's plaque at Hogwarts, the real locket, Tom Riddle's diary.

Katerina Blair was not the first Blair to be sorted into Gryffindor house, because she was not a Blair at all. Her mother was Maria Blair, née Irvine, a Pure-blood witch who had not yet married into the Blair family when her first two children were born, and Tom Marvolo Riddle, the only other direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin alive to the day.

It was all too obvious that Voldemort did not want to have children to raise, care for and nourish them. For one, he wanted to extended the bloodline of Salazar Slytherin, and for another, he wanted someone powerful, more powerful that any of his loyal Death Eaters, to rise by his side. But why, then, had he had a son, and two years later, a daughter?

Then Katie remembered.

"I — I don't understand," Maria Irvine said, voice quivering faintly. "If he's yours then—"

"He will be too pure."

"And she won't be?"

"No, she will be a Slytherin. She will be powerful. She will be one of us."

A tremendously tense silence.

"She will rise with me."

It all came down to their personality traits. Although she was only a newborn and Chris was two years old, Voldemort could already read their characteristics. While Christian was brave, outgoing and confident, Katerina was determined, self-preserved and ambitious — traits that Voldemort himself prized. And perhaps Voldemort already knew, all those years ago, when Katie was merely an infant, that she possessed some of his powers, like the ability to speak Parseltongue.

"But you know I am telling the truth," Voldemort said, a wicked smile twisting onto his snake-like face. "Have you always known? Have you always known, and just been too afraid to admit it?"

Katie got to her feet so quickly that she was surprised her chair didn't topple and the force with which it was pushed. She made a dash for the door but Voldemort gave a lazy flick of his wand, and even when Katie heaved at the doorknob, the door would not budge.

Katie wrenched out her wand and desperately cried, "Alohomora!"

Still, the door remained bolted shut by invisible restraints.

"Let me go." Katie said without turning around, but she knew that she was in no fit state to make demands. She was locked in a room with one of the most powerful Dark wizards to ever walk the earth — the man who was slowly but surely taking down the Wizarding world.