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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I heard two sets of feet running behind me, but I kept walking.
"Calliope! Wait up!" I heard one of the twins call.
I slowed to a stop but didn't turn around. Slowly they both rounded and stood in front of me before wrapping their arms around me and hugging me.
Not used to the affection I immediately tensed up and prepared myself for the pain I was used to, but nothing came. Just the warmness of the two Weasley twins' embrace.
"We aren't going to hurt you, Callie. And we aren't going to let anyone else hurt you either." Fred muttered into my hair.
I started at the nickname, ignoring the flutter of happiness I felt in my chest and slowly pulled out of the embrace "Why? We aren't friends. You both owe me nothing."
"You didn't do anything to deserve people treating you badly. And we reckon you've had enough of that to last you a hundred lifetimes. Ignore Harry. You aren't your father." George smiled.
"How can you be so sure?" I asked quietly.
"The sorting hat put you in Gryffindor. And Dumbledore trusts you. That is good enough for us. Who are we to judge anyone?" Fred smiled.
"You guys have no clue how much your friendship means to me. I mean, I expected hostility from everyone so I don't know why it hurt so much when I received it from Harry. I know I'm not here to make friends, I'm here to keep myself safe, for now anyway... I guess friends would just make it easier." I shrugged, sniffing slightly.
"Well you got friends now!" George grinned.
"Two of 'em!" Fred added.
"Thanks, boys." I grinned hooking my arms through theirs. "So, tell me about yourselves!"
For the next hour they told me all about all of the wild pranks they have pulled in their 5 years at Hogwarts, how they want to open a joke shop once they graduate, about their best friend Lee Jordan and last, about their family.
"Merlins knickers." I breathed. "Seven children! That must be so lovely!"
"It's alright. We love all our siblings, it can just be a bit much sometimes." Fred shrugged.
"I think your family sounds lovely." I grinned. "What about your parents? Tell me all about them!"
"Well," George started, a smile on his face. "Our dad is quite the character, his name is Arthur. He works at the Ministry of Magic, in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office. He loves muggles and finds them fascinating. Is always tinkering with something or getting himself into some sort of trouble with our mom."
"Mom is great, bit of a hard-ass though. She has the worlds largest heart, but she can be a bit of a meddler. Doesn't believe in our jokes or our dreams. Thinks we should pursue a 'real' career. But, she is just looking out for us, so we cant be too upset. She really is wonderful though. The greatest cook in Britain, too. Her name is Molly." Fred explained.
Molly. At the name, I smiled gently to myself. "Funny. I am named after a Molly. Calliope Molly Riddle ." I told the boys. "She was my moms best friend. She helped deliver me as a baby and hide me and mum from my dad. She could never tell me her last name though, incase I got tortured by Voldemort-" The twins visibly flinched as I said the name. "She didn't want me to put her or her family in danger. The less I knew about her the better. Your parents sound like wonderful people."
"Your mum sounds wonderful too." The twins said in unison.
"Thank you. She really was. The most beautiful person I have ever met, inside and out. She taught me everything I know." I grinned, pulling my locket out from my robes to show the twins. "This is her!"
Upon seeing the pictures in my locket, both boys started laughing along with me.
"Looks like she would definitely approve of her daughter hanging around two jokesters." Fred laughed.
"Definitely." I grinned back, knowing my mom would love the twins.
Harry's POV
As the feast ended I immediately stood from my seat and walked to the Professor's table.
"Professor Dumbledore. Can I talk to you, please. In private." I asked.
"Of course, Harry." He responded calmly, sharing a glance with Snape and Mcgonagall. "Follow me."
I followed Dumbledore out of the Great Hall as we made our way to his office. "What would you like to talk to me about, Harry?"
"Sir, I don't understand. How can you allow Voldemort's daughter to come to school here?" I blurted.
Dumbledore turned to look at me, never halting his strides. "Harry, there are some things I don't expect you to understand, but I do expect you to trust my judgement."
"But Professor, I don't understand. How do you know she isn't lying? It just seems like strange timing. Everything happening with Sirius Black escaping Azkaban, apparently to kill me. Then all of a sudden Voldemort's own daughter shows up! Who even knew she had a daughter?"
At this point we had reached his office and he turned towards me. "Harry, Calliope has been tortured, everyday, for the last six years. She watched her mother die when she was seven years old. She was merely a few weeks old when Voldemort killed your parents. She didn't choose her life anymore than you chose yours."
"But Professo-"
"Harry." It was the sternest voice I had ever heard Dumbledore use. "You aren't the only person who's parents were killed by Voldemort. Have you ever stopped to think that she knows exactly how you're feeling?"
With that he turned away from me and walked the spiralling steps to his office, leaving me with my thoughts.
