Voldemort's Granddaughter

Tegan was a rebel, a foster kid, kicked from home to home because of 'accidents' that kept occurring. Then in a shock revelation on a school exchange to Hogwarts, when an innocent prank goes wrong, Tegan is identified as a witch. Surprised, and relieved, Tegan begins to finally fit in. But the question still hangs, why didn't Tegan receive a letter? Was she just 'overlooked'? Or is there a much more severe reason for blocking her from her world?


16. Aguamenti, YOLO...


The name sent chills through me. Voldemort. Voldemort. Voldemort. I couldn't place it's significance, but I knew I had heard that name before. And I knew a negative memory was attached to it. I just didn't know how negative.

"Voldemort?" The blonde girl spoke, her voice thick with fear. My eyes flashed to her. I was right about that name being bad news.

"So you've heard of me?" There was a glint in his eyes, obviously an attempt at humour. The wild-haired woman cackled, attacking my ears with a high-pitched screech. 

"You've...you've killed innocent people"
My blood froze. I wasn't just in a room with a whacko kidnapper, but a killer too?

"Innocent? Is innocent the word you would use to describe those evil children who isolated you from their world?"

She looked taken aback. I could see she was trying to make sense of events. I surveyed the scene with urgency. Door? No, the woman was guarding it, wand in hand. How could a piece of wood I associated with children on Halloween be standing between me and my escape? But I guess that was the point. This wasn’t all fairy-dust and magic brooms and love potions. There were two sides to every world, including the magical one.

I glanced at the window, but the thick iron bars smirked at me as if to say, you really thought you could get through us? There was no way out.

“So, I think it is time to discuss our options. The simple truth is two people stand in our way of creating this new and pure world. Tegan already knows, and seems a little more unenthusiastic than we had hoped”

I laughed bitterly and called him something I would rather not repeat.

“Feisty, a lot like your mother”

“Oh please, that ‘let’s talk about Mom’ crap isn’t going to work on me”
“Stubborn, too. Another inherited trait from my side I’m afraid”

I smiled, just to show how unmoved I was by this. He sighed, although looked a little impressed by my refusal to give in. His girlfriend, the mental girl with the frizz bomb on her head, turned on me sharply.

“How dare you, you little runt. You don’t know how lucky you are to be even in the presence of such an ingenious mind as your Lordship’s”

I snorted.

“Do you kiss his ass voluntarily or are you paid? I’d ask for a raise if it’s the latter”

Her nostrils flared. And because I’m me and I just can’t leave things be, I continued.

“Ha, does he pay you to flare your nostrils for him too? You know, because he doesn’t have any?”
“Keep calm, Bellatrix, she’s trying to rise you”

“How dare you, you scum! Bow down to him now!”
“When Hell freezes over” I snarled.

And then I felt it. It was like a million spears searing through my skin, puncturing holes deeps into my flesh. Fire was igniting every stretch of tissue in my body. My muscles began grinding furiously against each other, creating friction that sent electricity through me like a taser. But it wasn’t just the physical pain. An overwhelming emotion of loss and loneliness came over me. I had no one. The realisation hit me with such intensity that I doubled over. My breath shortened, becoming ragged and quick. No one cared about me. I had no family, no mother to tell me how to deal with friend drama, no father to scold me about the length of my skirt. No brother or sister to make my life a misery, which was all I ever wanted. I had no one but him. He was my family.

The voices around me grew into a dull hum. I could swear I heard a scream, echoing off the four walls of the room. I urged it to stop, although I was entering that beautiful place of unconsciousness as the pain became too much to bear. It was then I realised, that the scream was mine.


I leaned over the barrister and stuck out my tongue at my brother. He came running up the stairs after me, I squealed.
“Stop fighting you two!” Mum called up, rolling her eyes as she did so. Her voice was warning but she was smiling. She was always smiling.

“Six letter word for ‘love’, dear.”
“You and your crosswords” She said, patting my father on the head affectionately. She turned to the oven and took out a freshly baked apple tart with her floral- patterned mittens.

“Children, dessert!”
We came rushing down the stairs, just at the sound of that delicious word. We gathered around the table where Dad sat with the newspaper. He looked over it at me with cautioning eyes.

“Tegan, I hope that English grade improves with effort. I want my girl to do the great things she was destined for”

I rolled my eyes. Dad was always encouraging me.

“Let’s go to the park later” My brother said, scoffing down the apple tart.

“Slow down, bulldozer” He scowled, but he I knew he wasn’t mad. We teased each other like this all the time.

“Isn’t Tegan meeting her friends?”

“I’m sure Zoe won’t mind seeing me tomorrow” I sighed. How good my life was. I looked over at Dad, suddenly realising the answer.

“Six-letter word for ‘love’?” I looked around at them. “Family”


“Tegan, Tegan, wake up!”

I opened my eyes suddenly. Draco was looking down at me, his hands holding my head. I shook him off roughly. I felt like crying and screaming at the same time. My body ached but my heart was worse.

“Tegan, are you alright?”
I was about to make a snappy retort regarding the obviousness of my not-alrightness but I caught myself. What was the point?

“No, Draco. I’m not alright”

We looked at each other for a moment, realising how serious this all was for the first time. We both had worn a blindfold of sarcasm and wit until then, covering the plain truth of the situation. In the end, we were both fools.

Because I couldn’t think of anything else to say with my newfound vulnerability, my guard let down, I asked questions.

“Where is he?”

“I assume you mean Voldemort” He paused, a break where I usually came in with a dig. But I just couldn’t. He furrowed his eyebrows, but continued. “Him, Bellatrix and Daphne are in the other room. Bellatrix… she shouldn’t have done that”

Then I remembered the pain.

“She did that to me?”
“Crucio. One of the unforgivable curses. It’s… a torture curse”

“Oh” was my response.

I collapsed against the wall, exhausted. I gave up. They could do what they wanted with me. I had no one that cared if I died or not.

“Is seeing things part of the curse?”

“I can’t say, I’ve never been cursed with it before”

I felt a tear prick in my eye and streak down my left cheek.
“I had a family, a loving one, one you’d see in the movies. I imagined it all, the house, the fights, and the apple tart. It was all in my head”

He looked shocked, to see me so withered and hopeless. This is what ‘family’ had done to me.

“I’m not going to pretend I know what’s going on, but… Tegan, you need to shake it off. We need to get out of here”

I looked at him, only some of the words registering. Get out of here? Like, escape?

“I don’t know if I can, Draco” Or if I wanted to. Then he grabbed me and pulled me up onto his shoulders. I struggled but his grip was strong.

“I’m letting not only my whole family, but the entire Malfoy dynasty by doing what I’m about to do. The least you can do is let me help you”
“For what, Draco? Do you know what’s it like knowing that if you died, no one would miss you? It terrifies me that I could just not exist and no one would notice. No one would care”
He looked at me, baffled.

“Tegan, I’ll tell you what you told me once upon a quidditch match. Grow a pair. There’s a lot more at stake here than you feeling like you don’t belong”

There was a silence. I opened my mouth slowly to speak.

“I killed someone, Draco. Just like that Daphne girl did. I killed one of my foster home mothers. She wasn’t a bad person, she just yelled at me for dirtying my clothes. And I just lost it. She collapsed onto the floor, dead. That’s why they keep shifting me from home to home. No one wants the kid who murdered a loving mother”

That was when I knew something was wrong with me. In that moment I knew I would never feel the love of a family supporting me. I was evil. And I needed to embrace that. I stood up. I was ready. I was going to do what he told me to do, what was my destiny. I was going to finish what he started more than a decade ago. I was going to kill Harry Potter.


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