Daela Riddle sat in her compartment, a curious frown on her face as she examined the array of sweets she had purchased. The old lady with the giant trolley of lollies had piqued her interest, and she ended up grabbing a bit of everything. She popped a Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean into her mouth, wincing as the taste of earwax hit her tongue. The Chocolate Frogs, however, fascinated her. She watched one with intense curiosity as it twitched and hopped within its packaging.
Her moment of fascination was interrupted by a gentle knock at the compartment door. She looked up to see a girl with frizzy red hair and a face full of freckles peering in.
"Hi there—mind if we come in? Everywhere else is full," the girl said, her voice sweet and innocent.
Daela blinked, momentarily disoriented by the intrusion. After a beat, she moved her collection of sweets aside to make room for the newcomers. The red-haired girl entered with two others trailing behind her—one with wild blonde hair and smudged eyeliner, the other a dark-skinned girl with braids swaying gently across her shoulders.
"Who are you? Haven't seen you around," the blonde girl asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.
"She's obviously new—look, she doesn't have any house colors on," the girl with braids pointed out, nudging her friend.
Realization dawned on the blonde's face. "So, what's your name?" the redhead asked, her energy unsettling to Daela.
"Daela," she replied plainly, offering no further information. But the redhead didn't seem to mind.
"Daela," she repeated, trying the name out. "That's such a pretty name. My name's Lily Evans. Nice to meet you," Lily said, extending her hand with a surprisingly firm grip.
"This is Marlene," she said, gesturing to the blonde girl with the scruffy hair and uneven eyeliner.
"And this is Dorcas," she added, indicating the dark-skinned girl with the braids. Dorcas gave Daela a small wave.
"So....what do you like doing?" Marlene asked, her tone probing.
"What?" Daela replied, taken aback by the sudden question.
"What do you like doing? Any hobbies?" Marlene repeated, leaning forward slightly.
Daela hesitated. This was going to be harder than she thought. "Reading," she finally said, picking up her book and fixing her eyes on the pages. The others sat in what they probably found to be awkward silence, but Daela preferred the quiet. It was a welcome break from the noise that usually overwhelmed her senses.
As the train began to slow, Daela looked out the window and her breath caught at the sight of the majestic castle in the distance. Hogwarts was so much larger and more magnificent than she had ever imagined.
"It's pretty cool, huh?" Dorcas said, noticing her awe. "I nearly fainted when I first saw it in the first year."
Daela's gaze remained fixed on the towering structure, unable to look away. As the train came to a stop and students began disembarking, she took her first step onto the platform, only to be jostled by a group of boys. The last one, with dark hair, didn't bother to apologize as he pushed past her.
"Those twats," Marlene muttered, helping Daela up. Daela had never killed anyone before, but she thought that if she ever did, those boys might be her first targets.
"They're clueless when they're together, always running around causing trouble," Lily said, shaking her head like a worried mother.
Inside the Great Hall, Daela couldn't help but admire the floating candles casting a warm glow over the room. As the Sorting Ceremony began, Lily murmured a "Good luck" before joining the Gryffindor table.
"Daela Malfoy," Professor McGonagall announced, and whispers spread across the hall. Daela ignored them, lifting her chin high as she confidently walked to the chair and sat down, the Sorting Hat placed on her head.
"Hmm, interesting...very interesting" the Hat murmured, its voice echoing in her mind. "You have the mindset of a Slytherin, you act like a Slytherin, think like a Slytherin, but you have a hint of bravery and courage that you haven't explored about yourself yet."
"I say... Gryffindor!" the Hat declared. Daela's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"What the fuck?" she whispered to herself, perplexed.
She received strange glances from the Slytherin table as she made her way to the Gryffindor table. Lily beamed at her, pulling her down next to her.
"Oh, I can't believe it! What luck, huh?" Lily exclaimed, but Daela still looked bewildered.
"What kind of Malfoy has black hair? Must be a bastard," she heard a boy say. He had dark hair and was speaking to three other boys.
"And you are?" Daela said, her eyes narrowing at him as a smirk played on his lips.
"Sirius Black, pleasure," he said smoothly.
"Black? So you're one of the blood traitors, I see," she said, almost bored, causing his expression to darken with anger.
"How dare you—"
"I have dared. I find it stimulating," she replied, cutting him off not bothering to look up from her book. His mouth parted, but no words came out. Sirius Black was speechless.
His friend, whom Daela assumed to be James Potter, couldn't stop laughing at him. Sirius smacked the back of his head in irritation.
"That was harsh," commented a girl with curly hair wrapped in a bun.
"Harsh? He's lucky I didn't do more than tell him the truth," Daela said, her tone indifferent as her eyes returned to her book. The girl looked to the others for help but received none.
Later that night, Daela waited for Lily to fall asleep. Despite Lily's insistence that they share a dorm, which wasn't ideal for Daela, it seemed it was a rule to share a room with someone. At least Lily didn't seem likely to interfere with her plans.
Once certain that Lily was asleep, Daela slipped out of the dormitory and made her way to a secluded crypt just outside the castle, near the Forbidden Forest. She took out a small mirror from her cloak, a device she used to contact her father.
"Daela," Voldemort's voice was firm as his face appeared in the mirror's dark surface. "You have arrived well?"
"I have," she replied.
"Have you talked to Lucius yet?" he asked. Lucius Malfoy was the only one aware of this plan. Voldemort had kept Daela hidden, sharing her existence only with his closest allies. Whatever had happened to her mother had left him deeply scarred.
"No, I haven't had the chance because..." she trailed off.
"What is it?" he demanded.
"I got put in Gryffindor," she breathes out, nearly gagging on the words.
"I see," he responded, and Daela felt a tug at her chest, sensing his disappointment through the mirror like a searing flame.
"This doesn't change anything, Father. I'll still complete this mission. I won't fail you," she declared, determined.
"I know you won't, Daela," he finally said before his image faded from the mirror.
Daela may have been placed in the house of bravery and courage, but in her heart, she was a snake. She would let nothing and no one stand in her way. She would succeed, no matter the cost.
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corrupted | sirius black
Fanfic[FANFICFION] "if you could just stop yelling at me for one second, I could show you a much more fun and productive use for that mouth of yours" Daela Riddle's life is going exactly as planned. Under the guise of a Malfoy, she's infiltrating Hogwarts...
