The Dark Lord's Daughter
When your father is the Dark Lord, and your mother his most thrusted follower there isn't much to expect, not in the love department anyway. When said Dark Lord had dissapeared when you were a mere 1 year old baby, and your mother had soon been sent to jail, you don't had any memories from them. When you had been leaving since them with your aunt, uncle and cousing, another thrusted follower of your father, the sister of your mother and their son, you only get stories of great feats of your parents and their followers. But when you go to school in another part of the world, away from their ideas, and you learn the other side of the war that you father started, things get complicated, to said the least.
Meissa Black had learn early in life to conceil her feelings and thoughts, to act all proper every day, every second, of her life. Since she was a little girl her aunt had started teaching herself and his cousin Draco, occlumancy, the magical mental art to hid your thoughts, opinions and feelings inside your mind, while appearing to have others. This hability was probably the most valuable thing that he had learn at Malfoy Manor.
It had been of great use once she had started her schooling at Ilvermory, where she had learn the other side of the British Civil War, how many people had been murdered by her family and alies. She was horrorified, and in secret bowed to try to undo some of the damage and pain that they had caused. She had been focusing more in healing potions and with her snake companion, Coral, in learning healing spells in parseltongue. She had learn ancient runes and was hoping that maybe there was a ritual somewhere to help those that still had injuries of the war.
Meissa was quite happy that in Ilvermory you studied not with your yearmates, but with people with your same level of hability, regardless of age. That had allowed her to already had done the Profidency exam (or NEWTs in England) in potions and runes before the end of the year, and the Intermedium test (or OWLs) of aritmathy and charms. She couldn't imagine beeing stuck with her yearmates, way below her level, like his cousin Draco.
Sadly good things didn't last forever, and somehow Meissa's father had somehow adquired a new body, to the joy from his followers, and her horror. She had hopped that he would remain dissembodied or better yet dead, where he couldn't hurt anybody or order someone to cause pain and death. The man had returned at the end of the recently reinstaled Triwizard Tournament, and now that she had returned by portkey from school she was going to finally met her father.
She had prepared the last couple of weeks of school to that moment, as she was expecting to be required to met him. She had taken the memories, where she had expresed her true oppinions, put them off her mind and their remainds hid deeply in her mind shields. She had crafted fake opinions in line of what it was expected from her. Answers to posible questions had been planed to the most minuscle detail, she had even practice using veritaserum with some friends there, thought the results weren't consistent and she hopped that noone though of suject her to that.
She put her best robes, left Coral in her room, recovering from the portkey travel and hidded well in her trunk, in a small corpartment blood locket, those memories that where only for her to know. With a decided strike she followed her uncle Lucius to the room at the manor that was now the Dark Lord throne room.
The heavy doors swing open, Meissa stepped inside the room, looking for the first time at his father. The man was tall and thin, extremely so, with really pale skin, his face while handsome in a previous time was noseless and his eyes were red and slited like in a snake. He was a imponent, and comanding figure, ruling over the room, in a scary type of way. A great snake was laying curled at his naked feet, and a scared man was shivering in fear at his side, partly covered in the back of the throne that the Dark Lord sat.
The room was empty, save the throne. The heavy curtains were draw, cutting the sunlight from the bright day outside, leaving the room mostly dark, only filled with the light of some torches.
Meissa advanced firm, wanting to cause a good impression on the man, all her real feeling and thoughts long forgotten in her trunk, those that were created for the ocassion firm in her mind just behind the basic barriers that she had made the Malfoys believe that she had, instead of the heavy fortress that was her mind. She hoped that the man in front of her had taken his uncle word and didn't try to look deeper, she didn't knew if she would be abble to fully keep him out if that was the case.