The Lost Princess Of Riddle

2

This book starts after the events of the 3rd task when the trio enter 5th year.
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‘‘He's back!’’

‘‘Voldemort He's Back!’’

‘‘Cedric asked me to bring his body back I couldn't leave him not there!’’

Those words penetrated my thoughts too often. Why could I feel such a strong connection to Voldemort, it didn't make sense. It's scary. I'm a parcelmouth, no big deal right? Harry Potter is a parcelmouth. Yes but only because he has a piece of Voldemort inside him.

‘‘You know what this means Abhaya.’’

‘‘I know you do now don't be as foolish as your mother and join me or I'll make you.’’
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Just then I awoke from my nightmare sweating violently. Why this dream? Why does it keep happening? You'd think starting my 5th year at Hogwarts would help me get my mind off of this I really need to talk to Harry. He's the only person I know has a connection to Voldemort. I know I've never really been close to Harry we're both part of Dumbledore's army but haven't been extremely close I mean I'm a Hufflepuff, he's a Gryffindor after Cedric's death rumors spread like wildfire amongst us Hufflepuffs that Voldemort had not returned but Harry killed Cedric himself to ensure victory. Personally I never believed it. Why would Dumbledore be telling us Voldemort is back if he wasn't. Fudge is an idiot I'd believe Harry over him anyday. I checked the time on my watch.

                         8:45AM

Crap lessons start at half past nine I need to get ready. I threw on my Hufflepuff robes and set forth to the great hall. To my delight when I entered I was greeted by the face of ‘the boy who lived’.

I hurried over to him, this took him by suprise.
‘Harry I need to speak with you irganty, in private though.’
I said out of breath.
‘Are you ok Abhaya?’
He questioned.
‘No time.’
I said tugging on his arm, he willingly came with me, I lead him to the empty entrance hall.
‘What's wrong Abhaya?’
He said even more concerned.
‘I'm scared that me and Voldemort might have a connection.’
I said embarrassed looking at my hands.
‘Why would you think that?’ He said clearly worried.
I told him about my dream.
‘I–I just have no idea what's happening to me.’ I said as a tear rolled down my cheek, he wiped my tear away with his thumb and brought me into a hug.
‘You'll be ok, trust me. Now more than ever we need to stay together because if this is true you may be in serious danger.’
He said into the hug.
‘I'm going through a similar thing.’
‘You aren't alone.’
He reassured me.
So I am connected to Voldemort?
But how, I have zero relation to him. This makes no sense. I was so confused. I brushed it off knowing now I have someone to talk to about it. Harry and I walked to transfiguration together once we arrived there I couldn't help but notice the stormy grey glare of Draco Malfoy following me everywhere.
‘Were there any death eaters, the night it you know happened.’
I blurted out to Harry.
‘Yeah, quite a few.’ He responded calmly.
‘Why don't you rat them out?’
I said hopeful.
‘It wouldn't work the ministry would never believe me.’
He sighed.
‘So who exactly where they?’
I said curiously.
‘Well there was the father's of Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle—’
I could hardly hear what he was saying as my vision blurred and my balance weakend and before I knew it I was standing in a old abandoned looking house.
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‘When will you bring my child to me Nagini?’
An all too familiar voice spoke.

‘Ssssooon my lord.’
A snake replied.

‘I need her, I need her to finally execute my plans for a pure blooded world.’
He replied impatiently.

‘Be patient my lord, we can't make a move whilssst the Minissstry believesss you too be dead.’

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I woke up unaware of where I was. ‘H–Harry?’
I said unsure.
‘He just left to do something, I'm here though.'
I turned to see blonde haired  owner of the voice.
‘W–why are you here?’
I said suspiciously.
‘I care about you.’
He said with a smirk.
‘No you don't, I know about your father by the way.’
I said returning the smirk.
‘How dare you, you–’
‘Should really get some rest.’
Harry said butting in. I smiled greatfully to him.
‘Potters right I guess, get some rest.’ Malfoy said in defeat. As far as I know he didn't leave from my bed side, that's strange for him he hates Hufflepuffs and Muggle lovers and I'm both. Honestly I cannot tell you how confusing my life is right now.
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Low-key loving my own book right now 😹
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