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Battle of Hogwarts

• there is no good and evil, there is only power and those too weak to seek it •

At least that's what my father always says. You see, I was born to Tom Riddle and Bellatrix Lestrange. Which makes me, Elara Bellatrix Riddle, the heiress of Slytherin. 

My father was called Lord Voldemort, or to his loyal followers, he was the Dark Lord. Since I was born, I have been taught the dark arts and to hate muggles and mudbloods. I was raised by the Malfoys, my father 'died' and my mother was in Azkaban

My uncle, Lucius, forced me to use wandless magic since I could form a sentence. When I completed that, I learned nonverbal magic. I also learned legilimency and occlumency from my uncle Snape.

At the age of 6, I learned my first unforgivable curse. The Imperius Curse. It took me only a few tries. That was the first time Lucius showed me affection.

At the age of 7, I was taught the Cruciatus Curse by Lucius. Every time I failed, he would perform it on me. It was safe to say, I got it on my third try.

At the age of 9, I performed the Killing Curse. The words Avada Kedrava burned into my brain. My first kill was a worthless muggle, my uncle, Lucius found on the street. That same day, I made my first Horcrux. Lucius let me use his wand for his one. 

It was an incredibly painful process. It was worse than the Cruciatus Curse. It took me a week to fully recover. 

They said it was what my father wanted. They were preparing me to follow in his footsteps. To be his heir.

The amount of people that I have killed in my lifetime is countless at this point. I made two more Horcruxes before I left for Hogwarts.

At the age of 11, I received my letter to Hogwarts. It was an escape from the torture that I received at home. I was forced to grow up early, I wasn't allowed a childhood. After I got my letter, I went to Diagon Alley with Uncle Lucius, Aunt Narcissa, and my cousin Draco. 

My wand was similar to my father's. It was made out of yew wood. Surprisingly, the core was phoenix feather and thestral tail hair. The perfect mixture of life and death.

When I left for Hogwarts, I was told to stay with Draco. I wasn't allowed to be friends with anyone but Slytherins. Of course, I hid those friendships. By my second year, I had found a friend in a kind Hufflepuff named Cedric Diggory. 

The first year wasn't so bad. I was sorted into Slytherin and I already knew most of the material. To be honest, I could probably take my N.E.W.T.S now and make straight O's. The only thing was the insufferable Gryffindors, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley.

The second year, Lucius forced me to sneak my father's diary into Ginny Weasley's cauldron. I couldn't open the chamber myself because it would draw suspicion. Apparently, Dumblewhore knew of my existence.

The third year was strange. We had a werewolf for a teacher, he was actually a great teacher. My supposed cousin Sirius had just broken out of Azkaban, so dementors surrounded the school. On the train ride there, one attacked me and that Potter kid, so I took it upon myself to learn how to cast a Patronus. It was a black stallion. 

Fourth year was the year of the Triwizard tournament. My dark facade began to crash down. I learned muggleborns weren't so bad. My best friend Cedric entered the tournament alongside students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. Harry Potter was also mysteriously entered. It was going good for a while, but like every year something went to shit. My best friend died and my father returned. Yay!

The summer after the fourth year sucked. Father was happy about my progress and decided now was a perfect time to give me the dark mark. It stung like a bitch. He also only ever spoke to me in parseltongue. 

After my best friend died at the hands of my father's follower, Peter Pettigrew, at his orders, I couldn't take it anymore. I had finally broken. I began speaking with Dumbledore about joining the Order of the Phoenix. He agreed right off the bat, which was concerning, to say the least. Like he had no questions, no suspicions. 

Fifth year, I became friends with the golden trio, secretly of course. I couldn't have Draco and his goons rat me out to my father. I even began dating Fredrick Weasley. I joined him and his brother George on some of his pranks and even helped with their big exit. I sadly didn't join Dumbledore's army, I had a reputation to keep. The golden trio understood. My cousin Sirius died at the hands of my mother, btw. 

That summer, father and Lucius began training me and Draco on how to fix a vanishing cabinet. It was our mission to fix the one in the room of requirements. Draco was to kill Dumbledore and obtain the elder wand for my father. I found out just how much of a lunatic my mother was. She kind of scares me, more than my father honestly.

Sixth year was stressful. Slughorn was our new potions professor. I was invited to join Slug Club, he said my father was always a great student in his class, like wtf he's a murderer? Anyway, Draco and I successfully fixed the vanishing cabinet but his dumbass couldn't kill Dumbles so Snape did it for him. 

After that, chaos broke out everywhere. It was so bad that one day while my father was busy, I left. I had received a letter from Harry that they were going Horcrux hunting. So that's where I went. I joined them. As it turns out, Harry was a Horcrux GPS. We spent most of seventh year hunting for my father's Horcruxes and hiding from snatchers. 

With the war looming in the air, the world was filled with darkness. A lot happened in the months leading up to the Battle of Hogwarts. We found out that Harry himself was a Horcrux, that's why he could find them. Hermione and I were tortured by my mother. Me worse than her because to say my mother was pissed at me would be an understatement. 

On the day of May 2, 2004, the war ended. Shit went down I tell you. Neville suddenly became a badass. Harry died for a little while. We lose countless friends and family. I lose my loving boyfriend Fred. But, on the bright side, the Dark Lord was vanquished and the prophecy was fulfilled. I also got the opportunity to kill my mother.

Months following the battle were consumed with funerals, mourning, and rebuilding. By the middle of January of the next year, I had enough of the ministry and the wizarding world as a whole. I had to get out, so I booked a flight. 

Next stop, Forks, Washington. I just hope I can get a break from everything. A small town where nothing interesting happens sounds perfect right now. 

Little did I know, I was exiting one supernatural world just to enter another.