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*Sam* · 09-11-2011, 06:52 PM

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and anything associated with the story belong to JK Rowling.
A/N: I hope you enjoy this and please feel free to comment. It’s my first fan fiction here in English. I’m very excited. So Let’s start

Summary:

Isabelle wished to be just a normal girl, but unfortunately she was not. How does it live as the daughter of the most powerful black magician? Of course nobody would denied that she hates muggles. It's more than tradition it's a lifestyle. But what happens, when she doesn't have the same opinion? What happens, if she resists his father? What it means to be Voldemorts daughter, you can read in this story.

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Chapter One - No normal girl - PART ONE

It was a really beautiful day. Every other girl could have been outside in the huge garden of the properly estate. Just relaxing, reading or playing with her friends. But I couldn't, as my father always told me, I was no normal girl, I was the daughter of the most powerful black magician ever. As his daughter I wasn't allowed to go by myself to the ten miles away village, which was mainly inhabited by mudbloods.

“Isabelle?”, said a woman’s voice. Suddenly I returned from my thoughts into the presence.
It was Alice, my best friend and Mum standing next to me in a green dress, which was so long, that it hided her almost her feet. It suited her very well. Softly she laid a hand on my shoulder. “I think, you will have the opportunity to go out today. I should show you the herbs for the new potion.”, answered she , as if she read my mind. “Merci, Maman.” (Thank you, Mum)
My mum smiled and pulled me into her arms. „Pas de problème, ma petite!“ (No Problem, my dear)

“I think it's the best, when you go inside, your father is waiting for you. He wants to show you some new charms.“, said Mum. Suddenly there was a worry line on her forehead. She always was afraid, when my Father showed me some new jinxes. More than ninety percent were whole dark magic spells, what meant, if something went wrong, the outcome were more severe than death. Father went the whole hog with my education. I knew more jinxes than all the students of the seventh year in Hogwarts and Durmstrang together.

He's been teaching me, since I was five years old. I had no clue, if i was allowed to go to one of the famous magic schools by the age of eleven. On one hand
I wanted to go, just like a normal girl,to Hogwarts or Beaubatons, but on the other hand I was scared. What would happen, if they knew, who I was?
Nobody would want to talk to me any longer or even wanted to be my friend.

Mum patted me for a last time on my back, before I went downstairs in the Salon.
Except of my room, every other room in our house was very dark and misty. The furniture was pompous, rich of materials like marble, glass, silver, gold and so on.
Even I, who spent my whole live in this estate, found it more than creepy.
My heart was in my mouth. My father was always surprising me with another method to train my flexibility and reactivity.

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A/N: Hope you liked it. Please feel free to comment.

09-11-2011, 06:52 PM	#1 (permalink)
Sam Bundimun Join Date: Nov 2010 Posts: 27	The Daughter Of The Evil - Sa13+ Disclaimer: Harry Potter and anything associated with the story belong to JK Rowling. A/N: I hope you enjoy this and please feel free to comment. It’s my first fan fiction here in English. I’m very excited. So Let’s start Summary: Isabelle wished to be just a normal girl, but unfortunately she was not. How does it live as the daughter of the most powerful black magician? Of course nobody would denied that she hates muggles. It's more than tradition it's a lifestyle. But what happens, when she doesn't have the same opinion? What happens, if she resists his father? What it means to be Voldemorts daughter, you can read in this story. ---- Chapter One - No normal girl - PART ONE It was a really beautiful day. Every other girl could have been outside in the huge garden of the properly estate. Just relaxing, reading or playing with her friends. But I couldn't, as my father always told me, I was no normal girl, I was the daughter of the most powerful black magician ever. As his daughter I wasn't allowed to go by myself to the ten miles away village, which was mainly inhabited by mudbloods. “Isabelle?”, said a woman’s voice. Suddenly I returned from my thoughts into the presence. It was Alice, my best friend and Mum standing next to me in a green dress, which was so long, that it hided her almost her feet. It suited her very well. Softly she laid a hand on my shoulder. “I think, you will have the opportunity to go out today. I should show you the herbs for the new potion.”, answered she , as if she read my mind. “Merci, Maman.” (Thank you, Mum) My mum smiled and pulled me into her arms. „Pas de problème, ma petite!“ (No Problem, my dear) “I think it's the best, when you go inside, your father is waiting for you. He wants to show you some new charms.“, said Mum. Suddenly there was a worry line on her forehead. She always was afraid, when my Father showed me some new jinxes. More than ninety percent were whole dark magic spells, what meant, if something went wrong, the outcome were more severe than death. Father went the whole hog with my education. I knew more jinxes than all the students of the seventh year in Hogwarts and Durmstrang together. He's been teaching me, since I was five years old. I had no clue, if i was allowed to go to one of the famous magic schools by the age of eleven. On one hand I wanted to go, just like a normal girl,to Hogwarts or Beaubatons, but on the other hand I was scared. What would happen, if they knew, who I was? Nobody would want to talk to me any longer or even wanted to be my friend. Mum patted me for a last time on my back, before I went downstairs in the Salon. Except of my room, every other room in our house was very dark and misty. The furniture was pompous, rich of materials like marble, glass, silver, gold and so on. Even I, who spent my whole live in this estate, found it more than creepy. My heart was in my mouth. My father was always surprising me with another method to train my flexibility and reactivity. --- A/N: Hope you liked it. Please feel free to comment. __________________ Read My FanFic: The Daughter Of The Evil - Sa13+ Last edited by Droo; 10-30-2011 at 06:35 PM.