IDFK

The Potter Problem

Look, I know exactly what you're thinking. OmG A dAuGhTeR oF MAtTeO RiDdLe sHe mUsT be SoOoO BlEsSeD aNd LoVe HeR dAd!

And well mate that's where you're dead wrong. I know on the outside I look like the scary, cunning, powerful,Slytherin Princess, when in reality I am a lonely, depressed, coffee addict with no mates, no life, and no hope to escape my dad and grandfathers reputation. See not so glamorous now is it? Today I was going to Hogwarts for my first year. I was dreading meeting the Potters', having to get sorted, and meeting my cousins friends that she talked about non stop.

My cousin Circe Malfoy was a social butterfly, love bird, with a million friends and a loving family. So I felt extremely envious of her. The Malfoys' were the only ones in my very large family tree to not treat me like, hang on gotta pull out the long list here

The Mistake I was, Dirt, Trash, A bitch, A horse for breeding, The only carrier of the Riddle lineage, etc. etc.

The list is wayyyyyyyy longer than that mate believe me. But we don't have time for that.

I stepped on the train knowing no one would dare come near me. I'd be damned to see someone glance at me let alone sit next to me.

I put my head phones on and listened to music in my tiny booth for almost a full hour until someone knocked.

Well I'll be damned I guess. I was laying in the floor my legs resting on the bench.

"Yea mate?" I called

A boy with black hair and black eyes came in.
"So it is true." He mumbled
"Did you only come in here to grovel at me?"
"Uh no we're arriving soon." He said before leaving

Cool. I changed quickly, sitting down sighing deeply. I was a Slytherin. I was a Slytherin.I was a Slytherin.I was a Slytherin.I was a Slytherin. I kept telling myself that.

My father would not except anything else, and if I didn't I was massively fucked.

The train stopped, and I peeped out the window.

"All first years follow me!" Hagrid the groundskeeper called

Hagrid knew me, my mom was obsessed with Care for Magical Creatures so he had met me a few times and knew about me. I was hoping to speed past him and pray he wouldn't notice me.
I was walking fast, creeping quickly through the crowd and then I heard him holler

"Is that little Bellatrix Riddle!"

Son of a bitch.

I turned around giving him a very forced smile "Hi Hagrid." I said between my clenched teeth

"You're a little shorter than your mom when she was your age! I hope you have a good year kid." He said gleefully slamming his large hand on my shoulder

Great. Everyone was staring at me wide eyed and afraid. I knew he meant well but he just fucked me over royalty.

The ride was what I expected, the whole build up was what I expected. I hoped it would be wonderful and magical when it was for some reason the opposite. I felt weighed down, and watched.

Professor McGonagall walked us to the top of the stairs and began babbling about your house and whatever else.

I knew what was happening, I knew what was going to happen. Honestly I was waiting to get sorted and get to class. All I wanted was to get these 7 years over with and never see my parents again.

And I swear to god if I get sorted into Hufflepuff I might actually kill myself-

That's not my point, I was basically a shell of myself until my name was called to be sorted.

The hat barely grazed my head before it shouted

"Slytherin!"

The table erupted in applause and cheering. Just like I thought.

I sat beside my cousin Circe who nudged me and whispered "I told you"

"I knew I was a Slytherin Circe." I protest

I heard the name "Apollo Potter" be called and I groaned

"Right like we need another Potter how many kids do they even have 3?"

"4. Actually" Circe corrected me "What's your big deal with the Potters"

"We are complete opposites and I doesn't help that they hate me and my dad."

The hat sat on his head and began muttering
"Loyal, Courageous but not blinded by it. Kind, Intelligent but much to ambitious. Tsk tsk. Slytherin!"

I nearly choked I would have put 100 galleons on the bet he was a Gryffindor.

He looked over at the table that was exchanging confused looks and soft claps. He sat in front of me and I looked at the poor guy. He was going to get beat up so fast. So naturally I felt responsible for him.

Ughhhhh

Why do the Potters' cause such problems!

Now I have a Potter Problem!

"Give me your hand." I groaned

He looked confused and pointed to himself

"Yes, Potter give me your hand."

He raised his eyebrow "Why?"

"Will you just do it." I replied

He reluctantly gave me his hand, to which I pulled out my sharpie marker and wrote my phone number on his hand.

"You're going to have problems from a lot of people, so call me when you got one because I love a good cat fight." I told him

He looked down at the number and nodded
"Th-thanks" he mumbled

"Everyone to your dormitories!" Headmistress McGonagall told us.

I lost the Potter kid in the crowd but I assumed he was fine. I began to unpack my stuff as my cousin sprawled on my bed kicking her feet and grinning

"Sooooo the Potter boy Apollo do you like him?"

"No." I replied coldly "He's a Potter I am a Riddle I am merely tolerating him for the sake of trying to get kicked out, or better yet make people here fear me instead of gawking like I'm an artifact in the British Museum."

"Uh huh." She said smirking

I turned giving her a glare "What is it."

"He likes you." She said slyly

"No he doesn't. He doesn't even know me that's ridiculous."

"Whatever you say baby cuz." She said simply leaving my dorm

It got me thinking why she would say something so stupid, had she read his mind?

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