Voldemort's Daughter (ON HOLD)

Chapter Two

  When I woke up, the anxious faces were back, just like before. My eyes snapped open and I sat bolt upright. I groaned. "Yay. You guys again." Hermione and Ginny looked rather offended, but the boys just smirked.

 "Well-" Hermione began. 

"Relax, Hermione, I don't mean you and Ginny." Her face and posture visibly relaxed. I looked around, then stood up. The dizziness was gone. "Okay, sooooooo, no more dizziness! Yay! Bye now!" I got up and ran to the door. Just as I was about to turn the knob, Harry stopped me. 

"Kathrynn. Think about it. You don't like the Malfoys, you think we're okay, and we're going to the Quidditch World Cup. If you want to come." 

"True. True. And yes!" I squealed. I've heard Draco bragging about how amazing the World Cup is. I've always wanted to go. Just then, Mrs. Weasley came bustling in.

 "Hello dears. Kathrynn, glad to see you've gotten better." I nodded. "You can share a room with Hermione and Ginny. Now off to bed, all of you! Oh, and, by the way Kathrynn, dear, all of your school supplies are in your room. Including the wand Mr. Ollivander said was perfect for you."

 "Okay, thanks Mrs. Weasley."

 "Anytime, dear."

 I followed Hermione and Ginny upstairs. Ginny's room was small, but cozy. Hermione and I slept on a cot and an air mattress, letting Ginny have the bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep. It felt like literally two seconds, before Hermione was shaking me awake. 

"What?! I'm sorry don't hurt me!" I yelled, sitting up stiffly. I had had a strange dream. A dream about my father. I had also forgotten that I was at the Burrow, not in Malfoy Manor, so I had slipped up, thinking that Hermione was Lucius. 

"Why on Earth would I hurt you?" Hermione was appalled.

 "Oh um, sorry. Bad dream." 

She looked skeptical, but said, "I'm going to wake everyone else. Hurry up and get dressed." I sank back down into my pillow and started to drift off again. It was my father again. He was cackling, and showing me flashbacks of all the awful things he had done. Torturing Neville's parents. Destroying innocent people. Then there was one last one. He got really exited at this one. It was a flashback of him murdering Harry's mum and dad. He started talking to me after the flashback.

 "You're the reason they're dead, you know. There was a prophecy saying that a child would be born. A girl, born in late August, of the darkest man known to the world. When that girl is born, the man will torture and kill innocent people. But two people in particular, the parents of the Chosen One. The darkest man's worst enemy." I sat up, screaming and gasping, drenched in sweat. The Trio rushed into my room. 

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, looking at me very concerned. I was shaking now. He was so nice to me. He didn't know who I was, he didn't know. I'm related to the person that killed his parents. I am the reason Lily and James Potter are dead. I am the reason Harry has to live with his horrid Uncle. I am the reason innocent people were killed. I am the reason all of this happened. I didn't meet his gaze. 

"Yeah... I'm fine." I whispered, standing up. I went into the bathroom, showered, magically dried my hair, put on light makeup, pulled  jeans and a printed t-shirt with emojis all over it, and yanked my curly hair into a high ponytail.

 It took hours to arrive at the portkey, we also met Cedric Diggory (wow). The portkey turned out to be an old shoe. Very exiting. Not. Anyway, when we got there, Hermione had to help Mr. Weasley sort out the muggle money for the guy (don't judge the fact that I just said 'the guy') Harry and Hermione, who grew up with muggles, were astounded that the tents were as big as a small house. I however, barely blinked. 

When the Cup was beginning, we were on our way to the top box, when EJO and EJT (remember? Evil Jerk One and Evil Jerk Two?) Stopped us. 

"Well hello, Kathrynn Ri-" Lucius started to say, but I had a 'coughing fit' and my last name was incoherent. He smirked. "I was just wondering, if we could... chat later?" He cackled. 

"Oh, umm, let me think about that..." I said, mock thinking. "How about... No."