𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖓 - d. malfoy

I - modern tragedy

Arabella Amour was not afraid.

As the Aurors swept through her home, examining the deep red that seemed to contaminate every inch of the marble floor, Arabella focused on what she was told from childhood.

"Amour means love, darling, and love is powerful," her mother so often reminded her. "It can bring even the strongest men to their knees."And true power, she told herself, does not quake in its 200 galleon heels at the sight of blood or let a tear slip out when the bodies are brought out, the thin sheets unable to fully mask the gore hidden beneath. No, those with power showed no weakness, and neither would she. ~~~From the moment she began to understand the world around her, Arabella Amour knew she was special.

As a little girl, she was fawned over by her family, acquaintances, and even strangers passing by on the street. Something about that angel face made them take a second look, and even the most ardent child-haters would fall in love with her as they gazed into her eyes.

"You are spéciale," her mother would tell her, holding her hand as they walked past people staring. "You have l'esprit of the sea in your blood, and your tides pull them in."

Bundled up under the covers, Arabella would ask to hear the same story every night, begging, "Please mama, tell me about songs!" She would close her eyes, letting her mother's voice wash over her as she told the tale of the sisters of the sea and their ancient melodies, picturing herself swimming in the deep blue expanse of the ocean along with the women in the stories. The tale was full of beauty and wonder, but every night, it would take the same dark turn. Men, her mother would explain, caused the downfall of this ancient sisterhood, of her own ancestors.

One night as he docked, a sailor heard the most beautiful song and, quickly becoming enraptured by its harmonies, felt he must investigate. As he crept down the shore, he spotted the source of the sound: a woman resting on a rock, the waves lapping at her tail as she sang up towards the moon. Frightened by what he saw, the sailor grabbed his musket and, taking aim, silenced the voice forever.

"You can never trust a man," Arabella's mother warned her. "They hold wickedness in their hearts."

That statement rang true as Arabella grew older, growing more mature both in mind and body. The stares of the people on the street changed; the previously adoring looks twisted into leers and the compliments into vile suggestions. As the men around her became predators, she was reminded of the woman in the story and knew that her nature would bring only trouble.

Arabella quickly realized that despite the dangers these men presented, they could easily be used to her advantage. As a teen, Arabella knew how to get pretty much anything she wanted. Men were so predictable, give a smile here, bat your lashes there, and they would do whatever you say.

As a young girl, she became quite talented at turning off her emotions, something that was proving useful today. She was an Amour, a pillar of composure and strength, and she would not crack.

~~~"Arabella?"

She snapped out of her trance, whirling around to find a woman with bright pink hair standing behind her.

"I'm here to take you to where you'll be living now, are you okay to side-along?"

Arabella remained silent but linked her arm through the strange woman's, watching her childhood home disappear as she was whisked away.

Word Count: 626

A/N: First chapter down! What do you think of Arabella's character so far? Do you love her? Hate her? What do you think happened at her house? Let me know what you think! Comments are always appreciated.