Daughter of Voldermort Year 2

Birthday Letter From My Father

I woke up exhausted my birthday morning. Almost all my mornings were like that. Professor Snape's lessons with me every night were getting more and more intense. He would teach me till I would pass out, I knew he was just trying to help me but his teachings were brutal. I was failing at using spirit to become a part of my body, it was a lot harder than I thought. I was in breakfast sitting next to Draco while he was holding my hand. Me and him had been together a lot and he has been pestering me about my feelings and the way I've been acting but I just couldn't tell him. It was haunting me to know I was Voldermort's daughter. Last year was weird but this year has been one problem after another. Mail them started coming in I got a birthday card and two packages. My grandma and grandpa sent me a pearl necklace with matching earrings and a bracelet. In the other package I pulled out a black dress that went to my ankles and it had a heart shape in sequences in the middle of it. I grabbed the card that came with it and it was signed with a V on the front. Dearest Nemissia,
I am pleased to give you this dress as a birthday gift. I hope you can overlook when I tried to kill you and your friend Harry last year. I want you alive, and I hope you are improving on your powers. I can't wait to put them into action when I come back. I would appreciate it if you keep this letter secret because I want to keep sending you letters. If you want to speak to me I ask that you simply leave me a letter in the owlery between some bricks. If you don't leave me a letter then I will understand but still send you gifts because even though you may not trust me I still care for you.
Sincerely TMR aka Voldermort.
My heart started to hurt as I read the last line. I knew it was from him when I read the first few lines but it was still hard to believe. My father had sent me a letter still not knowing that I'm his daughter and he was planning to come back. I grabbed my book bag, my gifts and ran from the great hall to my room. I put the letter in my suitcase buried under my clothes. The letter would stay with me but I could never trust Voldermort weather he was my father or not.