My Father, Tom Riddle

Chapter 3

"Abbot, Hannah."
A girl with blonde pigtails walks nervously up to the Sorting Hat.
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
She half runs, half walks to the Hufflepuff table. A few more children past until...
"Granger, Hermione."
The Sorting Hat thinks for a while out loud.
"Mmmmm. A fantastic mind, no doubt, clever and a good wit. Although, brave as a lion. Tough..... Better be GRYFFINDOR!"
Gryffindor cheers in excitement as Hermione gallops down the stairs.
Ron, to no surprise, was placed in Gryffindor.
"Malfoy, Draco."
I gave my cousin an encouraging smile.
"SLYTHERIN!" the Sorting Hat yelled. Duh.
"Potter, Harry."
Everyone around the room gasps and starts whispering. The students were standing up, peering to try an get a better look at him.
"Oooh, difficult. Very difficult. Not a bad mind, but also a big heart. There is bravery there, but power and a thirst to prove yourself." the Sorting Hat deciphers.
"Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin." Harry mutters.
"Not Slytherin, hey? You could be great! Well, better be GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor erupts in cheers and applause. I hear Ron's brothers chanting 'We got Potter!'.
I spot a small girl with long black hair and yellow eyes. I had my suspicions, which were confirmed....
"Snape, Arabella."
Everyone lets out yet another gasp. Snape has a daughter?
A shadow of a smile crosses Snape's grumpy face.
"SLYTHERIN!" The Sorting Hat yells. It didn't even have to think.
I knew it was nearly my turn. Then, to my horror, McGonagall calls me up.
"Lestrange, Delphini."
Everyone starts muttering again, but this time, it's not friendly. It's afraid and angry.
I walk slowly up, my legs like jelly.
Looking out over the audience, I see everyone staring at me in disgust before the hat falls over my eyes.
"A Lestrange, hey? This is most troublesome. The power is evident, possibly even more power than Potter."
An outraged and scared yell erupts from the tables. I was shocked - how could I be so powerful?
"Yet, there is a kind heart and a brave soul here. And, you have an excellent mind. Just like your father. You will do great things in... SLYTHERIN!" the Sorting Hat yells.
I knew that I had to uphold the family tradition, but I couldn't help but feel a bit of remorse. I really felt I could do great things in Gryffindor too.
I smiled hesitantly as Slytherin welcomed me with a cheer. I wasn't worried about who they thought I was, as many of the kids there had some type of Death Eater in their blood.
Draco gives me the thumbs up, and a mischievous smile plays on my face.
After all, Slytherin had a reputation to uphold.
After a delicious feast, I walk back with my new 'family' to our common room.
Over the next few days, apart from comments or whispers and glares, not much had occurred and with classes and studying and new socialisation I was exhausted.
I had began to feel like Hogwarts was the home I had been praying for.
We were preparing with the Gryffindors for Quidditch lessons, and I was still friends with Harry, Hermione and Ron against all odds.
Harry looked so gorgeous over there in his Quidditch robes.... I quickly stop myself. That would never happen.
Madam Hooch arrives, her face small like a mouse.
"Alright, class. Firstly, we need to let the brooms know who is boss. Put your hand over the broom, and in a nice, clear voice, say UP!"
A mix of jumbled ups can be heard as my broom flies into my hand.
Everyone stops to stare. Harry and I both had our brooms in hand.
"Well done, Delphi and Harry. Care to go for a quick fly?" Madam Hooch smiles.
"Sure." I shrug my shoulders as Harry does the same.
"Race?" Harry asks, a mischievous grin on his face.
"Eat my dust."
"ON YOUR MARKS, GET SET, GO!" Madam Hooch screams.
We race up into the air, neck and neck, until we round a corner and Harry heads me.
I knew that I still had plenty of speed left to use - the broom felt like a part of me.
As Harry became to far ahead for my liking, I used a burst of energy to head him by far.
I had won!
Cheers from the Slytherins erupted as Harry got patted on the back, looking defeated.
"Delphini Lestrange and Harry Potter, get here at once!" Professor McGonagall yelled, her eyes wide.
Oh oh. I'm in trouble.
Should I have let the Boy Who Lived win?
I grumble and stalk over.
"Follow me." is all she says.
Harry and I walk next to each other, and he was looking grumpy. Stupid princess, probably used to getting whatever he wants.
We stop in front of a classroom with Professor Quirell, where the Slytherin and Gryffindor fifth years were having their D.A.D.A class.
"Professor Quirell, could I have a word with Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint, please?" McGonagall asked.
"Y..yes. Of, of course." Quirelll stuttered.
A brown haired boy and a buck teethed, black haired boy stood and walked towards us.
"Hey, Delphi." Flint smiled.
"Boys, I think I have found your new seekers." McGonagall explains, excitement obvious in her voice.
The two fifth years look at us in confusion.
"First years? But, Professor...." Oliver questions.
"Wait till you see them fly."

1 DAY LATER

I stood with Marcus on the Quidditch field.
"You know how to play Quidditch, right?" Marcus asks.
"Of course!" I answer, rolling my eyes. Even though he would never admit it, I could beat Draco everyday.
"I'll be Harry. Just try and get the snitch before me, will ya?" Marcus laughs.
"Shut up, Marcus. Soon, you'll be staring at my bum." I smiled.
"You wish."
Then, Marcus lets the snitch go.
Marcus zooms into the air, while I just wait.
"Afraid of heights, are you?" Marcus teases.
"No. I'm just an excellent Quidditch player." I laugh.
"Not as good as me."
I see a flash of gold behind Marcus, but continue to talk.
"Shall I come up and join you, then?" I question, cocking my head to the side.
"Of course. You're never gonna get the snitch."
The snitch zooms up to the left of Marcus, and I fly up slowly so he won't suspect a thing.
As quickly as I could, I zip to the side and grab the snitch.
"You sneaky little...." Marcus yells.
"I got the snitch!" I sing.
"Welcome, Delphi. You are now officially the youngest Quidditch player in 102 years."