Living a Life as Voldemort's Daughter

The Meeting

A/N: Hey guys. Sorry I took so long to upload. It was a holiday weekend and I barely had time to sleep. So I am writing now! And I always forget this but none of these characters belong to me. It's all JK Rowling's amazingness!!!

Sarah's POV:

I didn't know what to do. There is the extremely detailed plan with blood-traitor and Potter, I don't think I'll have any time for Draco. We can always try to see each other secretly, as we are now, or break it off with him and wait until this whole shenanigan is over to start dating again. I'll have a lot to think about, but I probably have a half hour.

I made my way to the Great Hall. Draco was already sitting in our usual spot. I think I already made my decision.

"Can I talk to you?" I asked over his shoulder. "Yea, hang on," he stuffed the last of his pancake into his mouth before standing up and walking to the usual "private talking" hallway outside where everyone eats. I am truthfully surprised that this place isn't always loaded with people. "I think we should break up," I told Draco getting right to the point. His face matched his shock, "Why? We're already dating in secret, so is there a major reason for this?" I told him my plan. He was obviously disappointed, but masked it with faux swag. "Okay, I understand. We'll maybe get back together later right?" he questioned. "Yea, after my plan succeeds and my father rises again," I replied. He looked a little scared that this plan was based on my father, but he must of comprehended because he just nodded. "Let's go back in there. Shall we?" Draco said as an innocent reply. I accepted, but not after giving him a sweet kiss, and we walked back into the Great Hall.

After breakfast, morning classes went by as usual. Lunch went by, and so did afternoon classes. In most classes with Weasley and Potter(I don't care about Granger), I avoided sitting close to Malfoy, just in case any suspicions grew in the 7 hours we were publicly dating. Even if those 7 hours were sleeping hours. It was tough trying to sit next to Weasley because Harry was always with him, or the other way around. I would have to wait until after the classroom hours to talk to the blood-traitor.

After classes, as expected, Ron came up to me. "Sarah," he half-yelled as he tried to catch up to me. I turned, "Oh, hey Ron!" I greeted him with a flirty smile as he made his final steps to get to that talking distance. "Hi. Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to meet me and a couple other people at Hog's Head on our next Hogsmeade trip," he told me as he caught his breath. "Sure, that'd be great! I don't think I've ever been there though." I said as innocently as I could holding my hate and disgusted inside me. "I can walk you there. It would be no problem," he told me with a little too much excitement. "Awesome! I can't wait!" I replied with fake enthusiasm. "Kay, see you then." "Bye"

I wondered what this group meeting was about. No doubt it wouldn't be held by Potter himself. The blood-traitor is like a puppet and Potter is the puppeteer. I was serious when I said I couldn't wait for the meeting. I want to see how lame it will turn out.

I walked into the dungeons of Hogwarts and into the Slytherin common room. The dark green lighting, black stone, and water always made me feel at home, even if Pansy was shouting about talking to Draco. "ONCE AGAIN PANSY, ABSOLUTELY NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR FRIGGIN' LIFE! EVERYONE JUST BETS GALLEONS ON HOW LONG THEY CAN LAST IN A THREE FOOT RADIUS AROUND YOU!!!!!" she shut up after another person yelled that. Blaise walked up to me. "Hey Sarah, are you going to tryout for quidditch this year? Everyone knows you have the best chance of winning us the cup." "Blaise, I already told you. I'm not going to waste my time flying on brooms catching a flying gold nugget or throwing balls through hollow lollipops." He walked away somewhat disappointed to a group of people that had smiles turned to frowns after seeing his face. Feeling triumphant and wanted, I walked up to the girls dorm knowing everyone was watching me. I jumped onto my bed, fell asleep, and dreamt.

"You have done well my child." I looked up to my father's pleased eyes in Malfoy Manor. He was back and proud of what I had done to help him conquer Harry Potter's life. "Soon, it will all be over and I will rule with you at my side." I felt my mark slightly burn. He was happy, and all of the Death Eaters could tell.

Harry's POV:

I watched silently as Ron talked to this new girl, Sarah. She was beyond pretty. Her long, wavy, brown hair was falling over her shoulders and her gold eyes sparkled from where I could see. I could now tell why Ron liked her. She just had this glow, even as a Slytherin. I knew I couldn't go for her. Ron liked her and I was already falling for Cho Chang. I'll have to try to ignore her beauty at the meeting in Hogsmeade on Saturday.

Ron's POV:

It was Saturday. I was already outside the Great Hall, waiting for Sarah so we could walk to Hog's Head together. She took a while, but finally arrived in winter robes and the traditional Slytherin scarf around her neck. Her cheeks were pink from the cold and a hat was covering the hair on her head. The rest of it was cascading down her shoulders. "Are you cold?"I asked. It was a stupid question, but when she said yes, I put my arm around her. Five points for Weasley. Zero for anyone else that liked Sarah. We walked together to where Professor McGonagall would meet us with the rest of the group. Most people were already there, but there were a few stragglers running out to catch up with them before it was too late. I saw Harry first look at Sarah, then me with an envious glare as he saw my arm draped over her shoulder. Ten more points for Weasley.

Sarah's POV:

The blood-traitor had his arm around me. I felt like I was about to become the victim of a terrible disease. I pulled on my happy face as I walked to Hogmeade with him. We pretended to wander around the streets for a little bit before directing ourselves to Hog's Head. There were already about ten people there, including Potter and the Mudblood. I separated myself from Weasley as I took a seat next to a pair of twins in our year. Granger began talking. "As you all know, Professor Umbridge is not teaching us defense against dark arts at all. Harry, Ron, and I decided it was time we taught ourselves."---You have got to be kidding---"Our group will be called Dumbledore's Army, or the DA"---No way! How clever!---"Everyone must sign this piece of parchment if they our willing to join. It is enchanted so whoever rats us out will have hexes and spells placed on you. We invite you to come forward now." Everyone made a line towards the parchment. I was last, making sure I wouldn't be the only one signing. Eventually I scribbled "Sarah Dirdel" onto the parchment and went back to my seat. "Thank you all for signing," the Mudblood continued. "We will meet in the Room of Requirement. The dates will be on the coins that are being passed around. Thank you for being here and please enjoy the rest of the trip!" Granger concluded her little speech.

I didn't know what to do after the meeting. I was too bored to go to Honeydukes, so I settled for the Three Broomsticks instead. I ordered one butterbeer and was directly served. I hid from Weasley as he walked in by moving myself to the back of the bar. I succeeded and he walked out shortly after. I was staring into the nearest fireplace when the bartender told me to pay my dues for my beverage. I handed him the necessary coins and left the bar.

Outside, Pansy was leaning on Draco as he tried to make her fall because of her own weight. I cast a tripping jinx on Pansy. As Draco laughed at her, but continued his walk, I also cast the jinx on him, just for a laugh. We were called back to Hogwarts and I went to sleep after dinner.

Voldemort's POV:

I watched through my daughters eyes as she tried to carry out her plan. In was... nice of her to help me even though she never met me. I can tell she will be loyal when I present myself to her at the end of the year.

Of course, she doesn't know that I partially control her dreams by telling her what's best for us Death Eaters.

Sarah is a spitting image of her mother. She had grown so much since the last time I have seen her.

She will grow up on our side, I told myself. We will win with her help.