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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The second I felt the wind on my face and smelled the salty ocean water, tears immediately sprang to my eyes and I smiled. I made it.
I slowly opened my eyes and saw the sun slowly setting, and the remains of an old, burnt down cabin on a cliff that made my blood stop flowing through my veins. The shattered windows, splintered and burnt wood and echoed screams were all that remained.
I stared at the very spot my mother lost her life. The same place she told me she loved me for the last time, where she told me she was proud of me. Not wanting to stare at the remains of the cabin any longer, I turned and trekked through the trees to the one I was looking for.
I remember it like it was yesterday, and it was almost like my body had a mind of it's own as it led me through the wooded area. Seeing the tree made my heart speed up and as I gently laid my thumb and middle finger on the bark, holding my breath as the bark separated to reveal my two most prized possessions. My wand and my locket. Luckily, there was also a key to my mothers bank account at Gringotts as she knew I would need it.
My wand was beautiful, 13 inches, ivy wood with unicorn hair core, the second my hand touched my wand again, goosebumps erupted on my skin and I instantly felt warm and protected.
"Hello, old friend." I smiled.
Stuffing it in my pocket I grabbed my circular locket; Inside were two moving pictures. The first, of me and my mom when I was just a baby, I was giggling and reaching up to touch my mothers face as she grinned and kissed my reaching fingers, causing me to giggle more. The second was on my seventh birthday. Mom had taken me to a beautiful field somewhere in France when the sun was rising, bathing the whole field in a warm yellow glow. We spent the entire day there, having a picnic, laughing and talking. Mom had charmed a camera to take a picture after we had gotten into a bit of a food fight. I was holding half a piece of pie and whip cream in my hand, the other half was on my moms face while I laughed so hard I cried, the next thing you know, she picks up the entire pie tin and drops it on top of my head, causing me to immediately stop laughing, giving her a half hearted glare as she laughed at me.
Feeling tears rolling down my face as I smiled, I brought the locket to my lips, kissed it and put it around my neck.
"I miss you, mom. But, I made it. I won't let you down." I felt the wind pick up in response, tickling my cheeks.
I closed my eyes again and pictured the place my mother had taken me to a handful of times. Diagon Alley.
I opened my eyes stepping out of a small side alley and looked towards Gringotts bank, knowing I would stick out like a sore thumb in my bloody clothes. Walking in I could feel all eyes on me.
"Um. Hi. I was wondering if someone could take me to my vault?" I questioned the goblin sitting at the end of the large hall.
He looked me up and down and sneered. "Name." He demanded.
"Cassia Hope." I said clearly yet quietly.
"Do you have your key, miss Hope?" The goblin asked, doubtful.
I tried to ignore the feeling I got in my chest at the use of my mother's last name instead of my father's, and fished the key from my pocket, handing it to the goblin.
"Follow me." He ordered.
After going through a series of tunnels and twists and turns he led me to my mothers vault, filled to the top with gold galleons. I grabbed as much as I could and stuck them in my pockets, knowing it would be enough to last me long enough to get my things I would need and a place to stay for a few nights until I am back on my feet.
I spent the rest of my day shopping, I bought a lot of new clothes, seeing as I only owned what I was wearing, some hygiene products and went to get my hair cut, as it had been six years since it had been cut and to be perfectly honest, it was getting out of hand.
Making my way to Hogs Head, a small tavern that no one seemed to use, I checked the date on the calendar inside, August 31. Tomorrow is the first day of Hogwarts this year. I must go and speak to Dumbledore. My mother told me about him, saying he could help me. First though, I definitely need a hot shower, and a long sleep.
