Dirty nails and Crooked smiles

III

Beaga Riddles life growing up wasn't the best. Her father, Tom riddle, was considered as the most dangerous dark wizard of the late 20th century, if not of all time. Some would think that her father held a a soft spot for her but anyone who spent a day in the riddle household would beg to differ. As a toddler her father wasn't around much and she had no idea where her mother was. She didn't end up that unlucky however, she had a wonderful mother-like figure named Narcissa-which Beaga called Cissy- who took care of her when her father had meetings and her son Draco who was like a brother to Beaga. She also had her house elf named Mosey who played with her growing up when Cissy and Draco weren't around. By 8 years old Tom, her father, had deemed her old enough despite Cissys attempts to learn the truth. Her life changed that day. She was no longer the care free little girl she was once before. No longer did she play toys with Draco, instead she practiced oculumency and wand less magic with Barty Crouch.

They had their suspicions on why the little girl who once ran through the house pretending she was a Hippogriff suddenly turned cold and walked tall and spoke little, but no one knew what exactly went on behind the door of the Riddle Manor that night and from then on Forward. No one except Beaga, Tom, and Mosey who had the fortunate job of cleaning up Beaga when she was to weak after her father crucio-ed her because she messed up a spell, or when he used sectumsempra on her because she caught a certain tone or questioned his motives.

The day she got her Hogwarts letter -August 23rd- it was no surprise for Tom. He knew she was a which the day she was born, call it fathers tuition. When her father handed the opened letter to her, Beaga stood emotionless paper in hand when she finished reading it she handed it back to her father and excused herself from the room. Walking up to her bedroom she thought about how it would be like; a place with other kids who knew magic. Would they fear her like the adult wizards feared her father, she smiled at the thought. Later on down the week she woke up to Cissy with a trunk full of supply's Beaga remembered that were on the list. She said a quick thanks and dressed before making her way downstairs sitting across her father at the table. It was her father who spoke first.

"Work on your occulumency more child, I can practically hear your thoughts from here," she nodded working on blocking her mind like he taught her. "better, now I know your wondering about my decision to send you to that school, but I assure you I know what i'm doing. Now I want to you remember the people there will try to make you switch sides, they will tell you things and you should know they are all false. Don't make me regret sending you....Beaga"when he was done the young girl nodded, finishing their food in silence. When she was done Beaga stood muttering a meak 'goodnight father' before confiding in her room to think.

When September 1st rolled around 11 year old Beaga Riddle stood near the fire place in a pair of black ripped jeans and a black tank top with a grey zip up jacket that lay halfway off her shoulder over it, her hair which her father never let her cut lay in a messy braid down her back wisp of hair floating around her face. Next to her stood 12 year old Draco Malfoy who also stood in black jeans with a white blazer over it, his hair slick back with gel. They stood tall silently awaiting her father to come and tell them good bye. Finally 10 minutes until 11 Tom Riddle strolled down the stairs, he looked at his child a proud look on his face and he walked over to her pulling her into their first ever hug. When he pulled away her face showed so many emotions that she quickly pushed down, but not before a small tear fell down her face. "There child, no need to cry," he used a finger to wipe her tear away "remember what we talked about. And come home for christmas." She nodded and blinked back more tears threatening to fall. Tom moved away clapping his hands together. "Now both of y'all go before your late." The clock struck 10:55 and Draco's parents kissed his forehead wishing him goodbye. Beaga and Draco looked over the house one last time before they both grabbed the floo powder and locked arms speaking the words "Platform 9 3/4" in unison.

Unfortunately, Draco failed at getting the boy named Harry Potter to be his friend. Which despite Tom riddles word it made him quite angry. The news spread