Chapter Two: Leandra

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I've heard rumors about You-Know-Who having a daughter, I just never thought they were true.


Me, Fred and George appeared in a cemetery. It was a dark afternoon, and there was acres of land filled with gravestones. I felt nervous. What was lurking behind my back?


"Well,well,well. Look who's here", said a mysterious person in a hooded cloak.


"Show yourself!" I yell.


The figure took off the hood, and black and purple hair fell down. It smiled in an evil way. It had gray, snake-like eyes and very pale skin, like someone we all know.


"You're...you're....You-Know-Who's daughter",  Fred stuttered.


"Why yes, I am", said the creature.


"What do you want", I say.


"I have come to help you", the creature said.


"Why", I ask.


"I'm against my father", it said. "Once he created me, he threw me in a cell. I only get fed once a week. He only gave me burnt toast and contaminated water."


"Well that's to bad for you", George said snidely.


The creature slapped him. He yelped in pain.


"Do you want my help or not", it said.


"Damn, even my stepfather doesn't hit me that hard", George mumbled.


"Shut up, George", everyone said in unison.


"Your house is only one block away. And now you owe me", the creature said.


"Thanks", I say as we start running home.


"Don't forget, you owe me", it called after us. "You always return a favor to me,  Kora Riddle!"


What could Kora want in return from us, I thought as I continued to run.


Me, Fred, and George finally made it to the house. I was really out of breath, I barely could knock on the door. Fortunately, Emmeranne opened the door.


"Oh you came back way sooner than I thought you would", she said cheerfully. Well, as cheerful as Emmeranne could get, which technically isn't very glad at all.


I heard Snape groan somewhere in the house. Like I want to be in the same place as your ugly self, I thought.


"Father, you'll live", Emmeranne said plainly as she let me and the twins inside.


I'm the one who should be groaning, I thought.

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