Voldemort's Daughter {Harry Potter Fanfic}

Chapter 1

(A/N We don't like Author's Notes so if you want us to do Authors Notes than please comment but we don't like them so we won't do them unless you want. At the end there will be an Author's Note but it is just about the next book. Also, there will be random updates but no fixed time)

Disclaimer: I am J.K Rowling. I give myself permission to write this book... kidding, I'm not really but I wish I was. We do not own any of the original Harry Potter people. Hope you enjoy.

The story is in Analiese's POV.

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Ugh! I just woke up and I'm so annoyed because I have to go to school. I hate school! And no, I'm not one of those slacker kids who doesn't work hard or do much of anything because I think I'm too cool or anything. I actually do well in school unlike most of the half-brained idiots at my school.

The reason I hate school is because all the other kids at my school think I'm a weirdo dorkazoid and I end up feeling like an outcast every single day. I typically spend my lunch break's crying over something or another in the upstairs girl's toilet. I have absolutely no friends because my only friend Jana goes to a different school. Never once at school have I felt as if I belonged.

The annoying thing is that I really don't even need to go because I don't learn anything whatsoever! We've been learning the same basic material since the first grade and for some reason half of the kids in my class still just don't get it.

Surprisingly, I am actually mildly looking forward to school today. This doesn't have anything to do with actual school itself but because after tomorrow, I will be one year closer.

One year closer to what you may ask? Tomorrow is going to make me officially one year closer to my eighteenth birthday. One year closer to leaving this stupid orphanage. Now, since I'm so close to being eleven, I've basically given up all hope in ever being adopted. It's one of the many things I know that has no chance of happening. You probably know this by now but if you haven't caught on to this little detail, here it is: tomorrow is my eleventh birthday.

I get up, wash my face, put on some clothes and go down the stairs to the tiny kitchen of this run down orphanage that I am forced to call my home. As usual, there's nobody there except me, myself and I. Nobody there to ask me how I'm feeling or say a simple "Good Morning". That is one of the many reasons I hate this crummy orphanage. I check the rusty grandfather clock and I then realize that I am running late. I hurry up and grab myself a piece of toast and some strawberry jam. I have to scrape the bottom of the jar because it's almost empty. I grab my books and head out the front door.

The school is quite far from here so I have to rush. Now and then I think that there's no point for me to do this because I'm always the first one there anyways. I enter the building and take a seat at my desk which is close to the back of the room. I lean back in my chair and wait. The next person to enter is Juliana and her large crowd of friends. I absolutely hate Juliana and she hates me back the same. I hate her because she always teases me and pushes me around and for some reason everyone still loves her. She just doesn't like me because she doesn't like the fact that there are some people who don't awe in her presence.

She thinks I'm some sort of freak! People like her are the reason I hate this world. She starts walking towards me, flips her perfect, long, curly, brown hair and sits down at the desk in front of me. When the teacher walks in, class begins and I continue to sit in this rough wooden chair, half asleep.

The bells rings and we are dismissed to lunch break. I'm about to get my food when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see who it is and I know that I should've expected this. Juliana.

"What's up dweeb!" She starts.

"Just leave me alone!" I say

"What's wrong? Are you upset 'cause you don't have any friends?"She replies

"Just quit it!"

"l'll stop when I want!"

With that she grabs my shoulders and pushes to the ground.

"Stop now or you're gonna get into big trouble!"

"You know I thought about that for two seconds and realized something, who are you going to tell?"

Everyone around us erupts into laughter. Fighting back the tears I get to my feet.

"Julie, I may not have any parents, but at least my brain isn't the size of a golf ball! I mean seriously, people like you are the reason this country needs instructions on the back of shampoo bottles!"

I walk two steps towards her than turn around and continue to get my lunch. The whole time I feel the glare of her eyes on the back of my neck. Another reason Juliana hates me is because she knows she will never be able to break me down. This just makes me want to be stronger but sometimes it's just too hard. I may seem tough on the outside but on the inside, I can barely keep my head straight. I head into the washroom, go into a stall and put both of my feet up on the toilet. I then cover my face and now, the tears start to fall.

I somehow managed to get through the rest of my day and now school is over. My face is red and my eyes are puffy. When I'm walking home a man walk's up to me and tells me there is a piece of paper on my back. I take it off and it reads "Loser".

In a few minutes, my face is covered in tears and I'm running. I dash up the wooden step of the orphanage and jump onto my bed. I hope and pray that tomorrow at least, will be a different day and hopefully, it will. Tomorrow has to be better because it's my birthday, but if it's not, I won't really mind because, so far, I've come to expect very little good things from life.