My Father, Tom Riddle

Chapter 1

"Delphini, get here immediately!" my aunt, Narcissa yells. Her loud voice echoes through the halls of the only home I had ever known, Malfoy Manor.
"Coming, Aunt." I groan. She probably wants me to do her hair or clean Draco's room again.
I know. Gross.
I descend the stairs with caution. I was confused. My Aunt was sitting on the couch with Draco.
There was another woman there.
Bellatrix Lestrange turns her wicked face to me, and gives me a grin.
"Hello, Delphi. How is my daughter doing?"
I was shocked. I had never before met my mother, and yet here she was, sitting in all her horrible glory.
Without thinking, I ran eagerly up to her.
She envelopes me in an awkward hug.
"Yes, uh... Nice to see you." she smiles.
I step back, elated. We look nearly exactly the same.
We both have long, curly hair, rosy cheeks and pale skin.
But, there is two things different about us.
Firstly, I had hair as white as snow.
Secondly, our eyes. Hers were a green like grass in Spring, and mine were red. Blood red.
"Happy 11th birthday, dearest." my mother cackles.
I was unnerved. "Thanks, I guess." I smile hesitantly.
"I got you something." Bellatrix gives me a sly look.
She hands me a small package, wrapped with a silver and green bow.
That's right. My family's life long dream for me is to be in Slytherin.
"You shouldn't have, mother." I smile in fake appreciation.
Inside the box was a silver locket with an emerald serpent engraved onto it.
I gasp despite myself.
"It's.... it's gorgeous." I stutter, at a loss for words.
"It was mine when I was a little girl at Hogwarts, just like you soon will be." my mother sighs admiringly.
Fear seeps into my stomach.
"Mother, I haven't received my letter yet." I mumble.
"I brought it in for you!" Narcissa smiles. I had nearly forgotten she was there.
"Mine too." Draco grumbles.
"Congratulations, darling. You have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Like I hadn't been preparing for this moment my entire life.
"Well, I best get going. Important business to attend to." my mother laughs. "Narcissa, I trust you are capable of taking my dear Delphini to Diagon Alley for her supplies?"
"Certainly." my aunt smiles warmly at me.
Within a flash, Bellatrix was gone, leaving a much less cold and eerie room in her wake.
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I looked at the letter in my hand as I walked through Diagon Alley.
"What do you need first, Delphi?" Narcissa asks.
"A wand." I confirm, excitement bubbling inside of me.
I stride into Ollivander's, and see a peculiar looking man with wispy white hair upon a tall ladder.
"Excuse me? Mr Ollivander?" I ask. He turns his head in surprise, and gives me a far-off look.
"My, my. I heard rumours, but I assumed they weren't true. Miss Lestrange, welcome." Mr Ollivander mutters.
"Thank you."
"I remember like it was yesterday when your mother came in to buy her wand. 12 3/4 inches, walnut and dragon heart string core." Ollivander smiles. Little did he know the terrible things that wand would do in its life.
"If I had known what horrible events that wand would yield, I would've never given it to her in the first place." Ollivander grieves, his face going dark.
"It isn't your fault, Mr Ollivander." I sigh, watching him muttering and pacing through his store.
He hands me an exact replica of my mother's wand, and I hold it in my hand.
It feels large and heavy, and most of all awkward. I chuckle to myself - that was mine and my mother's relationship. I give it a wave and the draws in the one of the many desks in the room fly out and scatter pages all over the floor.
"No, no." Ollivander tuts, rushing through the many piles of boxes.
He stops abruptly, his face curious like a young child's.
"I wonder.... how curious." Ollivander stutters.
"What is so curious?" I question, suspicion arising.
"11 inches, holly and a phoenix feather core."
He gives me a wand, and I immediately feel a connection.
"Oh, my." Ollivander gasps.
"What is it?" I ask.
"That wand... Delphini, that wand has two brothers. One belongs to the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter... and the other....." he obviously is finding it very hard to say the name, but I know who he's talking about.
"Belongs to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." Ollivander whispers.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or names.