Elizabeth Anne Riddle [Book 1] (A Harry Potter Fan-fiction){COMPLETE}

Rebirth

      My wrist was bent as I held my wand out. My breath quickened as the boy entered the cemetery in a stream of light. Wormtail let out a raspy breath before going to retrieve my father. My breath was squeezed from my lungs as not just one but two boys landed a few meters from the tombstone. The one stood, messy black hair sticking up all over, glasses askewed. The other was tall, more handsome. I knew which one I needed and which I didn't.
    The words were stuck in my throat at first before I cleared my throat, wanting the black haired boy to hear them.
     "AVADA KADEVRA!" I screamed. My voice icy and high pitched. The tall boy in black and yellow fell to the ground. I giggled. Wormtail had returned, holding my father. He placed my father into my arms and walked to the boy. Wormtail grabbed him and dragged him to my Grandfathers tombstone. He bound the boy tight and took his wand, throwing it away from our little group.
    "It's good to see you Harry," The smile played along my lips and I pushed my hood back and slid my wand behind my ear. "Wormtail, shall we begin?" I smiled as I handed him my father, wrapped in the bundle of blankets. I sat on the large ornate chair I had summoned. I was barely tall enough to reach the browning grass beneath my feet. The ritual progressed as I tried to think of the last thing Father had said. I was old enough to remember the night he was thrown from power.
    I was three, happily sitting on the floor and bewitching a dead rat he had brought his growing snake. I whispered "Imperio" and giggled darkly as the mouse began to move, eyes closed. My father had glided slowly into the room. I heard is high pitched chuckle from the door.
     "Little El, always playing with Nagini's food," He was next to me now, eyes cold. "I'm leaving my dear. I need to take care of something. A threat to us."
     "When are you returning daddy?" I scowled, the mouse ceased movement and I looked at him.
     "I may not my dear." He stood then a exited the room.
      I was brought out of my thoughts by hearing my fathers loud cackle. I smiled.
     "Father. It's been so long," I smiled as I stood and bowed to him my dark black ringlets grazing the grass. His hand touched my shoulder.
     "My dear Elizabeth," An evil smiled played on his lips, eyes showing the only emotion he seemed to have left. Harry let out a scared noise. My body became thrilled with his terror. But suddenly I thought of not being able to return to school. My mouth was dry for only a second before I squelched the emotion I felt.
   "Are you ready, Elizabeth?" My father's voice was cold, his smile frightening. I nodded, eager to see everyone. My father pulled back his sleeve and pressed his finger to the dark mark. I felt mine seer and smiled gleefully as hooded figures filled the space in front of us. Lucius had his hood down but was covered by a mask. I noticed that many were still in confinement. I remembered the escape of Sirius Black last year. I had hoped others had fled then too. Bellatrix and Rodolfo were still absent. Others had perished at the hands of the of overzealous aurours. Expects Blacks brother, who died because of stupidity.
     "Welcome my loyal servants." We all bowed. My mask had appeared on me as soon as the mark was pressed to summon us. The others murmured words of respect and happiness for our lords return.  I finally felt all the power I once wasn't sure what to do with. I, Elizabeth Riddle, was the most powerful sixteen year old girl to ever grace the wizarding world.

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