Chapter 8: Exist
"Good…" the young heiress smirked, turning to look behind them to see the trio happily exiting out of the Honeydukes shop with multiple bags of sweets. "He can feed off of her. Perhaps not easily." her orbs flashing into serpent eyes. "This way no one will suspect us."
"What shall we do next, Mistress?" Lucius smirked.
"We do nothing Lucius….we let Granger do the rest for us."
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Few Days Ago When Stella Passed Out - Stella's Dorm Room with Lucius Malfoy
"Stella. You're the Dark Mistress. Heiress to Slytherin. The Dark Lord and you are engaged."
"What are you talking about Lucius, I'm only 15 and he's nearly 30 years older than me. Moreover he died when I was born."
Lucius looked at the female, noticing how her orbs were drifting into a different shape but reverting back to normal once she blinked again. Stella winced as a slight pang of pain traveled from her eyes to her head.
"No." he replied softly, walking over to her table where Tom Riddle's diary laid open. Flipping to a certain page that contained the Gaunt Family Tree, he held it out to her to read. "You're the daughter of Morfin Gaunt, born in 1968. Your life line was cut short when the mad Gaunt used you to shield him from the killing curse."
Stella looked over to the numbers floating around her name, which indeed showed that her life began in 1968 and then ended in 1979. New numbers revealed itself as if saying her life restarted in 1980 but there was no ending year which she deduced was because she's currently alive.
"Tom Morvolo Riddle. Dark Lord. Voldemort?" she questioned, glancing over the name inscribed onto the journal. "Voldemort is Stella's cousin? They're also a couple?! What is this? Incest!"
Tom Riddle scribbled 'Well...Correct' onto the pages with red ink before flipping to another page.
"What are you two on about. Lucius, explain to me." Stella demanded, wanting to know exactly what was going on. "Who exactly is Stella and who exactly am I?"
"I'm sorry my Lady. I'm afraid only He can tell you about it." Lucius replied.
'Nothing comes free darling. I'll tell you in person once I am revived. I need to feed on someone's life essence in order to return.' Lucius nodded his head as if confirming the female's quizzical gaze. 'I want you to find someone who I can feed off of, someone who I can easily possess, someone you perhaps don't... like? I'll tell you everything you want to know, my love. Everything.' Tom wrote in beautiful calligraphy. 'I'll help you throughout it all.'
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Present
While Lucius and Stella stayed together, Draco decided to blow off steam by shopping around for clothes. Remembering how the young Gaunt's wardrobe was fairly revealing, he had originally wanted to come out and purchase new clothings with her. However, due to the embarrassing moment they encountered earlier, they no longer shopped together. Draco entered into a clothing store and browsed through their wide selection of robes and outfits on display.
"Hello young sir. How can I help you?" The shop owner questioned, smiling politely at the young Malfoy.
"Uhm, I'm looking for some clothing for a girl. Something not revealing but still classy and shows off her charm. She often wears really revealing clothes so I don't want something that is a drastic change."
"Oh is it for the missus? Or you're still too young to have one?" The owner grinned, leading Draco to one of the sections.
"Perhaps." Draco smiled, liking how many had referred Stella as his missus or girlfriend.
"Well, would young sire like matching couple outfits or just something for the lady?" Pointing towards the two different aisle of wardrobes that hung beautifully in the air. "If you'd like matching ones, I'd go for these two here. It's very elegant and refined, definitely shows off your aristocratic aura."
With the wave of his wand, few female clothing descended and laid in front of Draco. "These would be nice for the missus, not too revealing but still showing some skin. Casual yet classy."
Draco immediately nodded at the few clothing that he had pointed out. "I'll take all of them, send them to the Malfoy Manor."
"Splendid. Will do. Would you like to pay now or on arrival?" The owner grinned from ear to ear at his largest purchase of the day.
"On arrival." Draco replied, ready to leave the store and rejoin his father and Stella. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a beautiful jade bangle with spirals of green, black, and white marbling that spelled out the letter 'S'.
"How much is that?" He questioned, remembering how Stella had given away her new bracelet to Pansy.
"17 galleons sir. That bangle is only supposed to be given as a betrothal gift though."
Draco places a small coin bag in front of the male's face and smiles. "Wrap it up for me. I'll take it now."
As days have been more peaceful around Hogwarts, Quidditch was fortunately set to be played as scheduled. Blaise Zabini filled in for Adrian Pucey as he was denounced from the title of Chaser due to angering the young Gaunt Heiress causing Lucius Malfoy to bribe the team captain to kick him off the team.
"Lady Stella, will you be watching the game today?" Flint questioned as she helped tie his wrist guards. "Your outfit is beautiful today."
"Perhaps." she smiled. "Thanks, Draco bought it for me." Draco and Blaise watched from afar in disgust as their team captain ogled the younger repulsively. Draco reached inside of his pockets and pulled out the neatly wrapped bangle he had bought the other day.
"When are you going to give it to her?" Blaise questioned, noticing Draco gently placed it into his locker.
"Whenever she deserves it."
"Draco." Stella called out, motioning him to come over. Slamming his lockers shut, the young Malfoy walked over and took his place in front of her. "Don't lose, Seeker." she whispered, tying his cloak tightly and smoothing it out as well.
"Whatever." he muttered, glancing up at Flint as an idea popped in his head. He took a lock of Stella's dark hair and kissed it all while looking at his team captain. Stella's face tinged a slight pink but was easily covered up as she normally had fairly rosey cheeks. Flint's lips twitched slightly, clearing his throat as he summoned his teammates to head onto the field.
The game started out strong for Slytherin as the two seekers merely floated in the center, awaiting for the snitch to come of view. Stella and Lucius sat next to each other as one searched around for a certain female and the other had his eyes on the boy who lived.
'She's making her move…' Stella thought to herself as she noticed that the bushy brown haired female was not present.
"What is he doing.." Lucius snarled under his breath watching as his son taunt the Gryffindor's seeker instead of actively chasing after the snitch. Stella watched as her team accumulated more points up till 120 but if Harry would catch the snitch at this moment, the game would immediately end in favor of Gryffindor.
"Draco….stop being an idiot…" she whispered to herself, clasping her hands together and watching the game intensely. When Harry noticed the Snitch, he knew he needed to pretend he found it elsewhere and make Draco follow. The entire Slytherin team thought Harry had found the snitch causing them to shoot Bludgers at him.
"No you fool!" Stella yelled out, knowing exactly what was happening as she caught a glimpse of the golden snitch and Harry flying in the opposite direction. Draco noticed the young girl standing up but not making out what she had said. "Draco! Eyes forward!" she yelled magically amplifying her voice. With that Draco's eyes flashed forward, the golden snitch coming into view a few feet away from him. The young man charged forward with his broom, chasing after the flying snitch when suddenly a rogue bludger slammed straight into his arm just as he was about to catch it. Draco flew off of his broom from the force and landed into the field below him with a painful crack. Harry had caught the snitch, erupting the stadium with wild cheers and hooting.
'You'll pay for that Katie Bell..'
"Draco!" Stella shot out of her seat and ran towards the field, dropping to Draco who turned away from her in embarrassment. Lucius rolled his eyes at his disappointing son, dipping away from the crowd as he walked off into the unknown.
"Are you okay? Where does it hurt?" Stella's eyes were filled with worry as she noticed his hand was twisted in a painfully disturbing way and his leg was bending in the opposite direction.
"F*..." he muttered, allowing the nurse to carry him away on a stretcher. Stella followed closely behind as they made their way to the infirmary in a flash.
Madam Pomfrey grasped onto the male's arm and with a quick yank, bone cracking pierced through the silent room before a scream of pain echoed right after. Stella hissed at the lady, quickly holding her hand out to the male for him to grab. "Well at least give him a warning."
"Hold onto me, Draco. I'm here." she whispered, watching the nurse make her way to the male's legs.
"This will hurt a lot more…." Madam Pomfrey announced, placing one hand on Draco's knees and the other at his ankle.
"I'm fine." Draco mumbled, tears rimming around his eyes from the first wave of pain from his arm. Stella slipped her hand into Draco's left one and squeezed at it gently, eyes clenched shut as if she was the one that would feel the pain. Draco's eyes watched the young female scrunch her nose and clench her teeth tightly. Reaching out, he wanted to place a hand on her cheek to make her open her eyes.
CRAAACK
"F* Cun*." Draco screamed out in pain, clutching onto Stella's hand from the sudden impact. The young Gaunt felt his pain second hand as he squeezed her hand and let out a painful cry; letting out the breath she was holding the moment Draco released her hand.
"Mind your mouth Mr. Malfoy." Madam Pomfrey reprimanded at his choice of word.
"Why don't you try it yourself and see if you don't curse!" Stella yelled, her eyes flew open seeing a bead of sweat drip from his forehead. The elder sighed and shook her head, walking over to her table and scribbling quickly at a clipboard.
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"Mione!"
"Mione! Earth to Hermione!"
"Oh, hi guys."
Hermione sat near the Fireplace with a small black journal in her hand, quickly shutting it the moment she heard her two friend's loud voices. Her two housemates had been noticing her bizarre behavior recently after their return from Hogsmeade a few days ago but blew it off as Hermione lack of sleep from studying so much. Ron and Harry wanted to ask if she wanted to join their little party in the common area for their victory over the Slytherin Team.
"Why are you always writing in that journal?" Ron questioned, trying to reach for it but was quickly slapped away by his female friend.
"None of your business Ronald." she hissed back, shoving the little book into her robe and running upstairs to her dorm room.
"What's gotten into her?" Ron looked at Harry who looked equally as confused as his red headed companion. "All she ever does is just write in that stupid journal of hers everyday. When did she even buy it?"
"Now that you mention it, I don't think we went into the bookstore at Hogsmeade." Harry remembered, tapping at his chin. "She didn't have it before then either..."
"Oh forget her. Let's party!" the red headed Weasley grinned, leading Harry over to h
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ChanChannie Just to clarify, I did change the timeline slightly. So their ages are that of Year 10 students or Highschool Freshmans
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