Olivia riddle-Dumbledore

Chapter 1

(EDITED)

I'm Tom Riddle's daughter. My mother was Amelia Dumbledore, daughter of Albus Dumbledore.

My father had let the dark side of him take over one night when him and my mother were arguing with each other. My father ended up using one of the unforgivable curses and killed her. He then tried to kill me...but it didn't work...after he had realized what he had done he 'gave' me to my grandpa. I hadn't even turned one yet.

I grew up in Hogwarts and it became my home, moving stairs, ghosts and all. I was friends with everyone. Even the slytherins they had my back for a lot of things

...And I know that sounds crazy but it's true...

I knew the entire castle by heart. I knew the secret rooms and passageways. What way the professors would walk everyday after curfew. I'm even the one who gave the Weasley twins the map that showed you the entire school. Filch never really questioned why I went anywhere, in his opinion this was my house. I mean he wasn't wrong. I think the only thing that really annoyed him was when he thought he was catching a student out past curfew and it was only me taking a late night stroll to get some water.

When I turned 11 it was time for me to get sorted into a house. The difficult part was that I didn't know which one I wanted to be in. I liked everyone in each house. But I didn't think it was that big of a deal it's just a house doesn't mean it's going to change anything...right?

I've asked myself this multiple times in the span of me sitting on the train. Grandpa Dumbledore wanted me to meet the other first years and get the first year experience. So I rode the train to the station. I waited for more students to get on, I saw no point to leave the train if I was just going to get back on. Plus there wasn't anyone I found interesting to talk to at the moment; I'm not a big fan of kids my age, I prefer older people. 'I'm mature for my age', everyone tells me -- I don't see it. I gazed out my window at everyone hugging. Letting out of a sigh it fogged the glass momentarily; leaning back I rested my head against the cold metal, but I could take my eyes away from the people outside.

I looked up at the clock attached to one of the pillars in the train station. 30 minutes, then I can go home. A flash of red caught my eye and instantly spotted the smiling red headed family that always brightened my day. My thoughts of staying on the train instantly changed and I was up quickly and weaving through the people going to different compartments. Sprinting down the halls it wasn't long till my little feet hit the first set of steps out of the train.

"Well if it isn't my twins!" I said throwing my arms up. Fred and George turned around as did everyone else in the family. I knew all of the weasley family...Well actually I still have to meet Ron and Ginny. I've seen them in pictures, but that was it.

The twins grinned at me and instantly wrapped me in a hug, I missed the familiar smell of peppermints and grass. I know it was a weird combination but somehow they made it work. The warmth of their hug alone was worth me riding all the way here.

"And I see our Olivia has decided to come see us." Fred and George said. It was our little inside joke when I was younger, well younger then what I already am -- I claimed them as my twins, so they claimed me as their Olivia.

Pulling away from the warmth of Fred and George, I moved around them in search of Mrs. Weasley.

"Hello dear," Mrs. Weasley said, pulling me into an embrace. She pulled back quickly and held me at arm length. "You're getting so tall!" The genuine smile on her lips made me instantly start smiling back.

"Hello, Mrs. Weasley," I said grinning ear to ear, my cheeks felt so warm I'm sure they were the same color as their hair. "So do I get to meet Ron this year?" I asked glancing around the family, I swear there was more of them when I was looking out the window.