RIDDLE

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It all started when my mom met my dad, and they fell in love, and they had me. Hi!!!! I'm Y/N and my life is kinda crazy (if you know you know).

My full name is Y/N Iris Riddle. I grew up in Paris with my mom. As for my dad well......he's um...dead. His name is Voldemort.

I had spent a year at Beaubaxton and Durmstrang. And to be starting a new year at Hogwarts was something else. The reason I changed schools is that just didn't feel at home there. All the students made fun of me for being Voldemort's daughter. I never really got to know him that well. I just knew that he was Voldemort. And I was more than happy that he was dead after i got to know what he had done.

I was standing between platform 9 and 10 wondering where platform 9 ¾ was until A young boy, about my height, walked towards me. He had round glasses had messy hair and was wearing a grey t-shirt.

"Hey, you lost?" he asked. "Yes, do you by any chance know where platform 9 ¾ is?" I asked him hoping that he would know the ans. "Yeah, just follow me. You might want to make a run for it." The boy took a distance from the wall between platform 9 ad 10 and just went through it. WHOA !!did he just.... I did as he told me to do following him through the wall.

At the next moment I was standing on platform 9 ¾. Children in their long black robes were bidding goodbye to their parents. I had to come alone as my mother was down with a viral. Hopefully my stepfather was there to help her.

I boarded the train and followed the brown-haired boy into a compartment. We settled down and sat opposite to each other. "I'm Harry, Harry Potter." WHAT! THE Harry Potter! The one who killed my father! Wow seeing him in real life is an experience. He raised his hand to shake mine. I hesitated but shook it anyway. "Y/N Riddle." I said with a small smile on my face.

As soon as the words came out of mouth his face dropped. "As in the daughter of Tom Riddle?" "Yes,  but I can assure you that I am nothing like him. In fact, I never even met him." I said as the smile that I had put on for him had dropped. His facial expression loosened a bit after hearing this.

Just after that, a red-haired boy and a bushy haired girl entered the compartment. "Hi Harry. Who's this?" the boy with red hair asked with his brows furrowed "this is Y/N Riddle. Y/N, this is Ron and Hermione." "Bloody Hell! Your Y/N Riddle. I've heard rumors about you. Didn't think they were real." "Ron, you don't say that to people,  Its rude." Hermione said correcting the red head. "nice to meet you Y/n." she said with a bright smile on her face.

For the first time in my life, I felt like I belonged here. It's really nice to know people who don't hate me for being Voldemort's child.

A/N - We hope you enjoyed this chapter. Its not much but we tried our best. Please let us know if u have any suggestions. We will mostly update weekly.

 Stay safe :)