McGonagall: Oh Miss Riddle here you are.
You: Professor McGonagall. You were looking for me?
McGonagall: Yes dear. The headmaster wants to speak with you.
You: The headmaster? I have Quidditch practice now
McGonagall: It is quite urgent so please step on the Griffin door
You: here?
McGonagall: Yes. "Sherbet Lemon"
The stairs started to move and you ended up at Dumbledore's office
Dumbledore: Miss Riddle. Please come in.
You: Headmaster. You wanted to talk to me?
Dumbledore: Yes but first take a seat
You: If this is about my father...
Dumbledore: It's not. At least not directly
You: Then what is it about?
Dumbledore: I believe that Miss Granger told you about Miss McLaggen
You: Yes she was one of the heirs of Godric Gryffindor
Dumbledore: Yes. However, she was many other things too
You: like what?
Dumbledore: I was never good with words. That might help you
Dumbledore gave you a tiny bottle with a white liquid
You: Is that...
Dumbledore: a memory? Yes. I'll go take a walk...
Before he leaves, he opened a cabinet with a large and deep bowl where you were supposed to pour the memory. After you poured it, you took a deep breath and immersed your head in the "bowl"
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The Riddle behind her power
FanfictionPOV: You are y/n Riddle. Yes, you are the daughter (sorry boys) of Lord Voldemort. It is your first year at the Hogwarts School of Whichcraft and Wizardry, but since your dad is the one who Should-Not-Be-Named and your knowledge in spells should be...
