I Am Voldemorts Daughter

Chapter Three: Hogwarts

I couldn't believe it. I, Ella Marvolo Riddle, was packing my trunk to go to Hogwarts school.  

I'd finally won. Although, it was lame that I couldn't be myself - I had to be Ella Saga Caedis, which means, Ella Sorceress Murderous. It kind of rhymed, but I didn't care - it was all Latin anyway. Lucius said it had to be dark and has to have something to do with witchcraft or wizardry. He was so uptight about anything that leaned towards muggles and their ways of life. 

I took a deep breath as I walked downstairs and saw Lucius waiting for me. Upon reaching him at the door, he took my arm and we apparated to Platform 9 3\4.

I didn't wait for Lucius to let me go. As I stepped onto the Hogwarts train for the very first time I flicked my long, dark, and slightly curly hair out of my face. Suddenly I heard murmurs among the others. "Who is that? Is she new?" A variety of adolescents would look up at me in wonder - I suppose it wasn't normal for a 16 year old to be the new girl. As I walked further down the train, the atmosphere is more calm and quiet. 

Suddenly I heard a door swing open. "Hey you!" 

I turned my attention to two red headed twins staring at me. "Hello?" I said curiously, but all of a sudden I am abruptly hauled into the train compartment by one twin as the other shut the door. I pulled away at once. "What the hell?!" I said.

"I'm Fred, this is George" one said. 
"We saw you walking with the Malfoys" says George. "How do you know them?" 

I shook my head. "You both sound exactly the same, it's creepy. Anyway, I'm Ella R- I mean Saga Caedis. I'm new. The Malfoys are my caregivers."

At once both of them laughed. "Thought you weren't blond enough to be one of them" Says Fred nudging my shoulder.

I grinned. These guys seemed nice.
"You and Draco aren't mates are you?" Asked George. "To the majority of the school he's a bit of a git.

I laughed. "Draco's horrible, I hate him." I replied coolly. Both of them laughed.
"She's one of us!" declared Fred.

I frowned suddenly. "What do you mean, one of us?" I asked. 

"A Gryfinndor of course!" replied George. I smiled. 

"I guess that means I'm okay with you?" I asked. 

Fred smiled "Hey, so long as you're not some Bloody Baron Slytherin, you're okay with us"