My chest beat rapidly as I approached the massive wooden doors, "just breathe" I told myself but that was becoming harder and harder to do as I began to think of all the opportunities for everything to go wrong.
An old woman wearing a velvet green cloak and a witches hat welcomed me, she introduced herself as Professor Mcgonagall. She welcomed me with a warm smile and a comforting hand on my shoulder. She pulled out her long oak wand and pronounced "Alohamora" and with a quick flick of her wrist the doors slowly creaked open.
I felt hundreds of eyes glaring at me. I realised I must be in the great hall that I read about in "Hogwarts: a history". I recognised professor Dumbledore immediately, he was engaging enthusiastically in a conversation with another professor, he had shoulder length greasy black hair, a cold look and a long black cloak.
Professor Mcgonagall guided me up to a wooden stool with an old worn down hat on it. I could hear the rumours spreading already. I looked to the ground with shame.
Professor Mcgonagall placed the hat on my head. It started talking, " very interesting, very interesting indeed. A Riddle, come to Hogwarts? But where to put you? Slytherin would be the obvious choice, considering your father. But I see a lot more to you . . . "Not Slytherin, not Slytherin," I chanted silently in my head "not Slytherin aye, mmmm . . . I suppose I better put you in . . . HUFFLEPUFF!!!!"
An audible gasp was let out across the hall, students stared at each other in confusion. I looked back at the man Professor Dumbledore was talking to and saw a concerned crease in his forehead. Professor Dumbledore stood up " Now, now, miss Riddle you can make your way over to the Hufflepuff table. Unfortunately Professor Lockhart couldn't return to teach this year due to some some health difficulties but not to fear because we have a new professor, can everyone welcome . . . Professor Lupin!!" A round of applause broke out.
I stumbled down to the Hufflepuff table. I took a seat next to another third year, she had a big Afro of wild curls and bronze skin, she wore a baby pink friendship bracelet on her right wrist and a massive amount of colourful jewellery.
"Is it true?" she asked curiously " I mean, are you really his daughter?" "Unfortunately" I said with a sigh. She introduced herself as Aimee, then she turned around and continued to gossip with a few other girls. "This is going to be hard" I thought to myself.
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FanfictionVoldemort's daughter is here, kept a secret until she was 13 she was finally allowed to attend Hogwarts, but how will daddy dearest react when he finds out his only daughter was sorted into Hufglepuff and how will she cope at Hogwarts?
