Morsmordre

"Come, my daughter. The others are waiting for us," he slowly hissed while taking my hand and pulling me toward the Malfoy's dining room.

I could not meet his dark beady eyes as we walked toward the room filled with the only family I had ever known. My small, fragile hand shook in the grasp of my father's larger one, and all I could hope was my father was too preoccupied to notice.

He seemed to notice the constant tremble of my fingers because his fingers came out of my grasp, and he quickly turned to look down at my small frame. Even though the hallway was dark, I could still make out the chilling smirk he wore as he slowly caressed my cheek.

"My child, there is nothing to be afraid of. You have been ready for this day since the day you were born, and the wait is finally over." He paused as he retracted his hand to underneath his black robe. "Let us walk into your destiny together, and I will give you the world."

He diverted his eyes to the door at the end of the hallway, and with a swish of his wand, the door opened. The door to my destiny figuratively and literally beckoned me toward it as I unknowingly walked toward it. I could feel my father's presence behind me as I slowly approached the door frame, and I could feel the dark magic escaping from the dining room.

My feet stopped at the end of the hallway, and I knew it was time. I turned my head to look back at my father before I proceeded any further. My cold eyes finally met my fathers as my smirk mimicked his own. "Good thing I like tattoos."

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Contains: mature language, extreme sexual scenes, drug and alcohol abuse, self-harm, and honestly a lot of shit that could be triggering.

Although this version of HP adverts some from the original, I do not own the characters, storyline, or references in this story. All rights go to J.K. Rowling.