Calliope Riddle, the daughter of Tom Riddle has endured more torture and heart break than even Harry Potter. This is why she hits her breaking point and decides to escape her father's clutches and run to Hogwarts. Here she encounters her biggest adv...
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"Calliope." I heard the drawling voice of my father demand.
"What up, Pops?" I asked in a bored tone from my spot on the ground, leaning against the cold, stone wall.
He sneered at me. "Why won't you join me? We could rule the wizarding world together, as father and daughter."
"Don't go all 'Darth Vader' on me, Voldemort." He looked confused at my muggle reference, as he believed he was above such things, but I kept going. "I'm not going to join you, I don't agree with your cause. There is no superior race. We are the human race. Blood doesn't matter. Looks don't matter. A giant or a centaur is just as good as me or you." I stated boldly.
"How dare you speak to me that way you filthy blood trait-"
But I cut him off. "Or what? You'll torture me again? You'll kill me like you killed my mom? Hate to break it to you Pops, but I'm already dead."
He hesitated when I mentioned my mother, he always does. I truly believe he really did love her in his own twisted way. "We both know you are far from dead. You are just as dead as you were 6 years ago. Unfortunately, you have too much life in you."
I scoffed. "Yeah, well, a lot of good it's done me. You know, I'm growing bored from our conversation, daddio. So if you can just get to the torturing, the sooner I can pass out, the sooner I can escape this torture of being in your presence."
He looked pained for a moment, not meeting my eyes (He never could since he took me, because I have my mother's eyes) and pointed his wand at me. "Crucio."
I let out a pained scream as the familiar sensation of intense pain coursed through my body. I really did prefer it over talking to my father. This went on until I gratefully passed out.
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Today was the day. The day I was going to escape.
Before my mother was murdered and I was kidnapped she was teaching me how to apparate. I didn't have the trace on me at the ministry of magic because no one knew I was born. It was extremely difficult, even for a wizard that is of age, but I knew it was life or death for me to know how. I was close to it before I was taken, then once I ended up here I was so weak for so long that I never had the strength, but lately, I've been pushing through the exhaustion and knowing I didn't have a choice, I have been practicing.
It started out as apparating a foot to the left or the right, then I advanced from one side of my cell to the other, and lastly, I apparated to the outside of my bars. It was extremely dangerous as by the time I did it, I was almost too exhausted to apparate back into my cell, which would have ruined everything. So, I practiced for a full month, until I was so comfortable with it and strong enough at it that I could do it twenty times a day without breaking a sweat. I was strong. I was determined. I was ready.
Every evening one of the death eaters bring me my second meal of the day. Usually scraps from their meal earlier in the day, then I have around ten hours before they come down the next morning to start the torturing. Severus Snape walked slowly down the stairs with a small tray of food in his hand. When he came down to feed me, he always made sure I had actual food, unlike when Bellatrix came down, she always gave me half eaten food and dumped it directly onto the floor outside of my cell. Severus, however always gave me a nice amount and even heated it before he gave me it.
"Hello, Severus." I said as I stood up to greet him, my joints cracking.
"Calliope." He nodded.
"How is life treating you, Severus?"
"Oh, you know. It's been worse." The smallest ghost of a smile graced his features. "Here is your supper for this evening. I am scheduled to pay you your visit in the morning."
"Oh, goody." I smiled as I dug into my food hungrily.
Severus made a deal with me when he realized I was not going to turn to the dark side, that if I wouldn't tell a soul, he would pretend to torture me, and I would just have to scream like I usually do. I always thanked him with all my heart. I owe him so much, from patching up some wounds, to bringing me real food, to not torturing me and to keeping me company. He truly was a good man. He is in for a surprise tomorrow though when he comes and finds me gone.
"I guess I'll see you in the morning then?" I smiled brightly.
"Yes. Until tomorrow, Calliope." He nodded before turning on his heel and walking up the stairs.
I finished my meal quickly and did a couple stretches and listened to the voices upstairs die off until there was nothing but silence, letting me know that everyone was either asleep, or gone. I smiled to myself before picturing the forest on the cliff in Ireland. My mother and I's last home we shared together.
