The Forbidden Daughter, Star0912 [novel books to read TXT] 📗

"My Lord, you do not plan to just throw away your own daughter do you?" A man with white hair asked, as he knelt by a man, with eyes dark and cold.
“No, the child shall be of great use to me.”
“Genius my Lord.” the man praised.
The mother of the child, had been kept in pain in the air using the Crutiacious Curse. The man watched heartless, as he motioned his followers to add one more shock of pain.
Her head drooped and her heart stopped, her body dropping to the floor.
The man with white hair took the crying bundle and gave it to his wife Narcissa, to take care of her until a suitable age.
“Take her away Lucuis.” the man ordered.
“Yes my Lord.”
His supporters lifted the dead corpse and carried it ouside, as he heard his child cry again once more.
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“Evangeline, your father’s calling you.” Narcissa called, as she came in and sat onto the couch, cradling her large stomach.
“Yes Narcissa.” A young girl, no more than the age of 10 stood up from her tattered chair, putting away a book she had been reading.
Her father was Voldemort, the most feared name in the Magic World. Killer, murderer, whatever you wanted to call him.
No one knew he had a daughter except for his followers.
Narhad taken care of her since birth, but now it was the opposite. She was know with child, due to Voldemort’s orders. If the Prophecy was true, she would send her son to Hogwarts at the same time as the rumoured boy.
His supporters sat on a long narrow table, black mahogany, sleek and smooth, as he sat at the top.
“I have a task for you,” he beckoned her to come closer. She reluctantly did. “Go to this address, and listen to anything anyone says.”
"Yes father." she squirmed uncomfortably as Nagini, his pet snake coiled around her legs and slithered up toward her face. Voldemort hissed to the snake telling him to let go. Nagini let go.
"Very well then. But anyway, if Lily Potter, is expecting a child. Take your wand with you. If anyone attempts to attack you kill them. Understand? Now go!"
Evangeline fled from her father's presence, grabbed the cloak from her room, and walked out to the city.
"Wow," she whispered to herself. The sunlight hit her skin, and she stood there for a long time, basking. She opened her eyes and watched the clouds move through the clear blue sky. Evangeline skipped down alleys, and looked through shops and windows. Seeing candies and smelling them was like heaven to her. The wafts of Chocolate Frogs and Bertie Botts every Flavor Beans wafted up to her nose as she sighed. Smiling to herself she found the address she was looking for. A house, small but lively. She heard voices and hid quickly behind a bush. Evangeline carefuly and cautiously lifted her head from behind the rosebush to see a couple.
"I’m so happy. If someone says that there is a couple more than us, than we’ll just have to see!" a man said taking her hand and swinging her around. The couple smiled and laughed walking toward a house.
Evangeline envied them. Her father was so cruel to her and didn’t care about her at all. But it wasn’t as bad as all of the people he killed or tortured using the Crutiacious Curse. She shivered at the thought. The screams still echoed in her ears. Her one and only wish would to always have a real family.
"Oh James, if he's a boy, what shall we name him?"
The man named James thought in depth. “We’ll leave it to Sirius.”
Lily nodded as he kissed her forehead.
Evangeline trudged back home, pondering. Whether to tell her father the truth or a lie. ‘I don’t want to die yet.’ she thought. She deicded on the truth.
"Father, they are expecting a child." Evangeline reported.
He smiled, a wicked smile and beckoned her to come. "Keep watching until the child has come. You have done well, Evangeline. Your dinner is in your room." Then Voldemort waved her off.
Her dinner was thin soup with some meat and raw vegetables in it. Bellatrix cooked it all. And she wasn't such a great cook. In fact, it was rather horrible, but if you have nothing else to eat and you're starving, best be off with thin soup rather than starve. After such an unfortunte dinner, Evangeline slept soundly while the other Death Eaters did not, and neither did Voldemort for the news of this Potter boy being born was the worst news yet.

"But My Lord, remember the prophecy? It said that one cannot live while the other does. It means you must be the one to kill it." one of the Death Eaters said with urgency.
Voldemort sat at the head of the table, pondering. He would have to kill the child no matter what.
"By no means I shall kill him. It is what the prophecy said, and therefore I must warn you, we must all be prepared as soon as this child," he said disgustingly, "is born. Is that clear?"
"What about your daughter?" Bellatrix asked looking at her nails.
Narcissa stiffened at the remark of her sister.
Voldemort sighed. "We must keep her away, safe and hidden. She will be the most vulnerable."
"The Black Lake? At Hogwarts? No one will suspect her being there. I suggest it My Lord." A man with jet black hair said.
"Good thinking Jurgson, she will be sent there, put into a deep sleep till the Potterboy is killed. Then, someone will fetch her and bring her back, but," he said standing up glaring at all of his supporters, "No one tells her of this plan. Understand??" Everyone nodded.
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"Father, the child has been born." Evangeline reported a year later. "His name is Harry Potter."
Everyone exchanged uneasy glances. "Very well done Evangeline. You will recieve a bit of cake later," Voldemort said sending her off. "And Evangeline?" he asked as she turned around, and at once, his heart softened for a moment and he realized, that he truly loved her, but he couldn't say it, "Thank you for your help."
She smiled. "Your welcome father." Then she went to her room, her slender figure dissapearing up the stairs.
A voice whispered in his ear. "When do you plan to do away with your daughter?"
"Tonight Bella." he said the remorse in his eyes fading slowly.
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"Evangeline?" Voldemort asked as he climbed up and went to her room for the first time. He looked around. Suprised. on a shelf which looked rather beat up, was a picture of her mother.
“Maria. Why did I do such a thing to you?” he muttered silently to himself.
Footsteps were heard up on the roof as a pair of slender feet hit the window sill. "Yes father?"
"Here is the cake I promised you." he said putting the plate into her pale hands.
She smiled brightly. "Thank you father." But then she sniffed the cake gingerly. It smelled genuinely disgusting and more bitter then sweet.
"Something wrong with the cake?"
"Yes, it smells bitter, like some kind of potion."
Voldemort was frantic in his head. Why hadn't Bellatrix made the odor lighter, he screamed in his head. "It's just been in the cupboard for awhile."
Evangeline nodded, not really believing her father. "Oh, um.... allright then. I guess I'll eat it later...."
"NO!" Voldemort nearly roared as he scared Evangeline.
"Why can't I eat it later?"
"The cake wouldn't taste good if it went too cold would it?" he asked with a sly evil grin on his face.
"Fine, I'll eat it now but you don't have to watch me."
"Well then, enjoy your cake." he said as he walked down the steps.
"Is she eating the cake?" Bellatrix asked as she looked at her nails.
"The smell was too strong of an odor Bella. Even she could smell it. I'll just have to use the Imperius Curse on her."
He went back up to find her staring at the cake, her dark eyes lookeng boring into it. Spinning it around with her wand.
"Father, I have figured it out. There's the most powerful sleeping draught in here. I bet Bella put it in here. Don't you think?" she looked up and saw her father as he whispered,
"Imperio"
With his wand, he forced her to eat the cake, every last bite of it.
“Father?” she asked, before she dropped to the floor. Her eyes fluttered, terars welling in her eyes. “Why?” she whispered, before her eyelids dropped, and her body no longer stirred.
Voldmemort brought her down then laid her on the table. He opened her mouth and pured a slimy looking substance that was blue.
"What is that my Lord?" a man named Barty Crouch asked as he stood up.
Voldemort replied, "A time freezing potion. This will keep her in her former position forever until she awakens. Now," he turned to two other Death Eaters, "Take her to Hogwarts, and put her in the cave at the bottom of the Black Lake where you will put a protective shield around her and her belongings. We will fetch her as soon this is all over." He ordered as the Death Eaters fled not knowing they were to never save her from the waters of the Black Lake ever again.
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