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

Dolores

"Elizabeth!" Someone said beside me. I groaned and rolled over onto my stomach and put my head in the pillow.
"I swear to Merlin I will curse you Elizabeth!" The voice shouted again.
"Good luck with that," I grumbled, sitting up. Remilda was shifting from foot to foot next to my bed.
"Your going to be late," she chided as she left me alone to dress. I pulled on a dull gray dress and then my robes adorned with the ravenclaw crest. I slid on my trainers and grabbed my messenger bag. I remembered Dolohov's letter. I slid in my back and made sure Edagar wouldn't ruin it Remilda was at the bottom of stairs pacing.
"Calm down Remilda, we have time," I chuckled. She shook her head in annoyance. Remilda practically ran to the great hall, I barely kept up behind her. We burst in just as Flitwick was handing our time tables out.
"Nice timing ladies," Flitwick squeaked as he sat our time tables on the table. I piled food up while Remilda read the table.
"Potions, Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts," She read aloud as she poured milk for herself. I took note that she didn't eat as much as I. I shrugged and continued eating the porridge.
"Seems like a full day right ladies," Fred said as he squeezed in between us. I saw George at the Gryfindor table glaring at his brother.
"S..Sure," Remilda glanced away from Fred, blushing.
"How are you Elizabeth?" Fred smiled as he snatched bacon from my plate.
"Hey! Did you just come here to steal my food!?" I exclaimed, gaining the attention of everyone at my table and some of the Gryfindor table. Potter scowled at me and I smiled my cold smile.
"My apologies. I just thought George was giving the wrong impression of us Weasley's," Fred gave me a smile and bit off some bacon.
"No no not at all," I stood as Remilda did. She grabbed my hand and I waved goodbye to Fred.
"Wow hes ahh..friendly," Remilda adjusted her headband as we went to Potions. I'd never thought of the Blood Traitors as anything but friendly. I tried not to be friends with them.
•••
Last year around the time of the Yule Ball..
I sat in the farthest corner of the library, close to the restricted section. Father had me researching ways to resurrect him. Those books only resided in the dark arts section of the library. Snape had give me permission to look at the dark potions.
I held one book to my chest as I slipped past the old librarian. I sat down, surrounded by the books. I was deeply emerged in a section concerning making a child from a potion when the books in front of my began to shift. George, I think, Weasley had pulled up a chair and smiled at me through the gap he had made.
"Yes?" I asked, annoyed. I felt my power slowly building in me as father got stronger. I could kill this damned blood traitor if I chose.
"I..well you seemed lonely and I wanted to say hello," he smiled at me. I noticed that he was covered in freckles.
"Hmph," I started to rearrange my books to block him out when they tumbled down. George, I think, swore viciously.
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to see if you would come as my date. You know to the ball," he blushed and ran a hand through his hair.
"A pure blood and a blood traitor?! In your dreams. Why don't you go with the Granger Mudblood!" I hissed, just boarding on speaking parsletongue. George looked taken aback by my choice I words. I stood and gathered my books. I aimed a kicked at him and stormed off.
••••
Present..
Remilda and I say at the back and pulled out quills and parchment and got ready. We were the first ones to class. Slowly both Gryffindor and Ravenclaws filtered into the room. Remilda stared at a girl with George. Angelina Johnson smiled at Cho Chang as she walked by us. George glared at me and smiled colder than I normally would. Snape walked in right on the bell and locked the door, much Lee Jordan's dismay. I took to my notes and thought of fathers plan.
••••
Defense against the dark arts came quicker than I thought. I despised this class. Dark arts was something I held dear to my heart. I got there before Remilda, having stopped to talk with her father after transfiguration, and sat in the back. Lee Jordan got the class earlier than I.
"Oy! Elizabeth! How's it going?" He smiled sincerely. I didn't mind him. He seemed nice enough.
"I'm okay Lee thanks," I smiled as nice I could. Thanks to being part veela it didn't look like grimace. But Lee seemed transfixed. My face dropped and George grabbed him.
"Evil witch," he muttered as he pulled Lee away.
"You have no clue," I shot a desk in his path. He stumbled and he and Lee fell. I giggled and so did Edagar.
I pulled out my parchment and begin to write a letter to Dolohov.
Dearest Dollie,
Why must my mother have veela blood. I curse her some days though she loved to please. I'm already ready to leave. The school is sickening. More mudbloods every year. The blood traitor Weasley is still angry. The prat called me an evil witch (not in a good why either.) I wish you and I were at your house in front of the fire..
Love Ellie
I signed the letter. Umbridge arrived late. She was in a sickening amount of pink. I grimaced.
"Put away your wands," she stated. Many students looked disappointed but I put my wand away and fiddled with the corner of the letter I needed to send. Remilda sighed too, relieved.
"You haven't even learned the basics!" She said loudly. George raised his hand.
"But ma'am, Voldemort has returned. Shouldn't we learn to protect ourselves? Our families," He questioned.
"Did you hear that from the Potter boy?" I spat.
"Miss. Riddle, please control yourself," Umbridge said coolly. "There is no doubt he heard it from Harry Potter. For you all who believe he isn't back. The ministry assures it." With that, she assigned us bookwork and stared at her. She knew I was a Riddle. Had my name been changed when I became officially of age? I finished my work quickly and added to my letter.
PS. Dolores Umbridge. Do you know her? Tell father all you know..
I sealed the letter and ran to the owlery after class. My heart pounding out of my chest.

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