Voldemort's Daughter {Harry Potter Fanfic}

Chapter 9

A/N So sorry I haven't updated in a while, I have been really busy but I'm back now.

Ana's POV

After I got chosen to be put in Gryffindor, I sat at the house's table. I plonked myself done between Hermione and Harry separating them from talking because that is the good friend I am. They both congratulated me on getting into Gryffindor with them and Ron who was the person before me. 

Dumbledore then started his speech but I couldn't really pay attention as the teacher with a purple turban thing kept staring at me. It sent shivers up my spine and not in a good way as he kept on staring at me with cold, calculating eyes that scared the heck out of me.

"Hey Harry?" I call to him while not taking my eyes off the professor. Harry turns to me slightly but still focusing on Professor Dumbledore's speech.

"Yeah." He says absentmindedly.

"The professor with the turban, he keeps staring at me." I tell him, freaked out a little. He finely gives me his full attention.

"Don't worry, you see that professor with black hair and the big nose." I nod, looking at the other professor dressed all in black who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here. Oh, and don't forget the look of hatred he was sending towards Harry.

"Well, he keeps on staring at me like that so I think that Professor Quirell is just curious about you." Harry suggests. So that's his name.

"Dude, he hasn't even blinked for ten minutes."

"Meh, don't worry about it that much." Harry goes back to Dumbledore's speech while I just sit there awkwardly, waiting until we can go to the dorms.

~~~ At the dorms ~~~

"Oh man that was so bad." I complain. Hermione looks at me shocked.

"How could you say that about Professor Dumbledore's speech?!" She asks, surprised.

"I'm not talking about that, I didn't even hear most of it. Professor Quirell- that's his name right?" Harry nods and I go back to my rant. "Welllll, he kept on staring at me like there was no tomorrow. I mean geez I must be really interesting to him if he kept on looking at me. Maybe he likes me?" I strike a pose and that sets Ron and Harry off laughing while Hermione doesn't worried in the slightest.

"Did he blink?" She asks worried.

"Nope, he looked like an owl, with wide eyes and the never blink. Never I tell. I once had a staring contest with my owl, Midnight. She won every, single time," I tell her. "Now that I think about it, where is she."

"Our animals should be in our rooms." Ron informs me.

"Thanks." I thank him.

"Wait!" Hermione calls to my retreating form. Her voice was full of concern and I had no idea why.

~~~ At someplace secret where no one will intrude because I need a spot for the plot ~~~

Third Person POV

Professor Quirell stood nervously around in the hallway of the place-that-no-one-will-find-for-the-sake-of-the-plot. 

'Quirell, did you do as I told you and placed the curse over the girl' A voice whispered.

"Yes, my lord. With this curse, (pretend such a thing exists) you will be able to see through eyes and read her thoughts." Quirell says to thin air.

'I don't need you to tell me everything I do. If she really is my daughter then she would make a great host. To bad she was in Gryffindor but her mother was as well is that must explain it. For now, I want you to observe her and report to me about anything suspicious. DO NOT FAIL ME.' Then, Voldemort's voice quieted and Quirell was left shaking in fear after his conversation with the Dark Lord himself.

~~~ Back to the main characters of this amazing story that everyone will vote on *cough* VOTE! *cough* ~~~

Ana's POV

I woke up the next day bright and early in the morning as I was excited for classes. I turned to see Hermione still sleeping so I did what every good friend would do and shook her slightly on the shoulder to wake her up.

I'm kidding. What friend would do that? So instead, I stepped back a few paces and started to scream at the top of my lungs, waking every one, including Hermione but it didn't just end there. Taking a running start, I ran full speed ahead and cannonballed on Hermione. (btw cannonballed is an actual word.)

I heard her let out a girly squeal which was really high pitched so it was frickin hilarious. I burst out laughing when I saw her face as she get up, it was bright red and also, as I was currently sitting on her, she shoved me off her bed with no regret. None. Whatsoever. 

"Why am I even friends with you? She asks me as I sit up, rubbing my head. I flash her my best smile.

"'Cause you love me, sister." I tease her. (No they are not related, it was said in a teasing tone.)

"I do not." Hermione tells me but the smile on her face said other wise.

"Of course you don't, now how about we go get the boys and head to breakfast because I'm hungry and also wide awake. How about you guys?" I ask everyone with an innocent smile plastered on my face. They all just give me sleepy glares.

~~~ Timeskip to breakfast, brought to you by a Ana's rumbling tummy ~~~

"She what?!" Ron yells while laughing his head off. Harry was also laughing behind Hermione's back.

"Yep, that's right. I cannonballed straight onto Hermione and the funniest part was that she squealed in such a high pitched voice, I though she was one of those wierdo's who go window shopping everyday and found a dress 20$ off." I tell them. Hermione jus blushes a deep red in embarrassment.

"On another topic," Harry starts, noticing Hermione's discomfort. "Do you know when we are getting our time tables?" 

"Right now Mr. Potter." We all turn to see Professor McGonnagal handing out timetables.  She gave us a blank sheet but after a wave of her wand, it was a filled out schedule. We all compare them after the professor leaves and we all realize that we have the same timetables.

"Yes! We are all together." I tell them. 

"Well Ana, if you didn't notice, all the first years in Gryffindor have the same schedules as is the same for the other houses." Hermione informs us.

"Wow Hermione, you sure know a lot. Anything us you want to tell us." Ron says sarcastically. Hermione didn't pick up on the sarcasm and I could see Hermione's eyes light up as she starts to talk Ron's ear off with random facts about Hogwarts and the headmasters. By the look on Ron's face, it looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

"You pulled yourself into this one Ron." I tell him and we all start to walk off to our first class.