Claire Riddle

Chapter 1

[A/N - Hi! I'm Wolfie and I hope you enjoy my story! The amazing cover is by the even more amazing aethrastic_dreamxx go check her out! <3]

"Malfoy, Claire" Called Minerva Mcgonagall, she looked sternly at the Malfoy and placed the old ragged hat on her head. 

Claire scrunched her face up in disgust at the old hat which had touched the heads of so many others and was now sitting on her head.

"Ah... Miss Malfoy, I sense you are not truly a Malfoy"

It was more of a statement than a question. Claire knew of her past, of her powerful father, knew nothing of her mother or who she was but nevertheless this statement caused Claire to put on the mask of a pureblood and whisper "I have no clue what you are talking about, hat." 

"Ah of course" Said the old and wise voice, there was a moment of silence until the hat spoke again, "You have the wits to be in Ravenclaw, the bravery and stubbornness of a Gryffindor but you are ambitious and aspire to be powerful I think there is a house that will be just right for you" Said the hat softly before booming "SLYTHERIN!" 

Relieved she would live up to her father she got off the stool with grace and proudly walked over to the cheering Slytherin table. She sat down and watched her brother.. Well not blood brother but they were as close as that, she watched as he sat on the stool and the hat hadn't even touched his head when it cried "SLYTHERIN!" the Slytherin table once again erupted with cheers. She clapped with her head held up high. She smirked, a Malfoy smirk when her brother sat down next to her, he smirked back and turned to face Crabbe and Goyle his two pureblood friends. 

After a boy had been sorted into Hufflepuff Minerva Mcgonagall had a faint look of excitement as she said the next name "Harry Potter", immediately the whispers began, couldn't people keep their thoughts to themselves? Her eyes narrowed in at the boy who had made her father disappear like poof, that boy that had made her life miserable, and because of that orphan she never got to meet her father. 

Mere minutes after the hat had been placed on his head it cried "GRYFFINDOR!" she scoffed, of course, he had made a dark wizard go poof when he was a baby of course he'd be in Gryffindor, where else would he be? Slytherin? She chuckled quietly at her joke and ignored the Weaselbee twins shouting at the top of their voices "WE GOT POTTER! WE GOT POTTER!" Soon an old man with a long white beard, his bluebell eyes twinkling made his way to the centre. Obviously Albus Dumbledore, defeater of Grindelwald. 

He gave instructions, do not go to the forbidden forest, do not enter the third floor corridor. If he didn't want them to go there, why was it there? 

Then the events of the immortal stone or Philosopher's stone took place near the end of the year. Draco had dragged her with him to investigate what Hagrid had which Draco was sure was Dragon, they had ended up getting detention which Claire knew that they would get, and she had been told to go with the bushy haired twit and weaselbee couple. But Draco had been sent with the scar-head and had seen a cloaked figure. Claire was sure it was her father.

Then came the events of the Chamber of secrets, she was sure she was the Slytherin heir but it wasn't her who was doing anything, people thought it was the Potter boy just because he spoke parseltongue, him? She had scoffed at the thought. And that was not the worst part, she herself, descendant of Salazar Slytherin could neither understand or speak parseltongue. Then the whole mystery was revealed, it was Ginny Weasley and she was being controlled by her father. She couldn't believe it, so she went and asked Dumbledore about it, without revealing anything of course. He said nothing useful and it was then that she realised that Albus Dumbledore disclosed information to those who were related to the topic and he manipulated them and their thoughts. They were just pawns in his little chess game.

In third year there was the whole thing with Sirius Black but soon she came to understand he was innocent and Peter Pettigrew was the real murderer, it was not a shock, nothing shocked her anymore and she found it best to not feel anything. Being numb and emotionless always helped you think straight and formulate good plans. That night, the night many know as the night the truth was revealed Claire went ahead and transformed herself into an animal by making herself an animagi and she saw everything. She even realised that the Granger girl had a time turner. 

She and Draco were drifting apart but that could not be helped, she was better on her own and her brother seemed fine without her. 

~Present~

She sat in a compartment thinking of her first few years and how naive and young she was, Draco was outside taunting the 'golden' trio so she was all alone in the compartment the silence ringing in her ears. She would never tell anyone this but the riot at the World cup had shaken her up a bit, she was feeling on edge and a tiny bit of excitement fluttered in her chest, maybe her father was alive, someone had to have put the dark mark in the sky. Maybe it was on her father's orders? 

She sighed to herself, inaudibly. Would her father ever come back? Did he care for her? Did he think of her as much as she thought of him? The questions danced and twirled in her mind. Draco came into the compartment breaking her chain of thoughts and sat down next to her. She looked at him, her green eyes conveying zero emotion, and that was how she liked it. He soon cleared his throat and looked towards the window. The silence consuming them once again for a while.

 The Triwizard tournament that Lucius had told them about was going to be held this year. She was great with spells, in fact amazing at them, she could conjure a patronus by second year, she could do healing spells non-verbally by 3rd year. She liked to have plans, her plan in 3rd year was to learn and do all healing spells non-verbally, this year she was going to try to do defensive spells non-verbally, and in 5th year she was going to do offensive spells and jinxes non-verbally, she could do all that but she would not enter in that contest, she didn't want to or need to. She didn't see the point in the whole contest anyway.

She sighed inwardly as the castle came into view, just another year at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. 

Right?