Secret Daughter

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I knew what had happened when Potter suddenly appeared out of the maze, holding the cup. What I didn't expect was Diggory to be with him. He was dead.

I never really knew Cedric Diggory, but I know he didn't deserve to die. Just like Harry. I heard the screams of the crowd as they noticed Cedric's still body lying before Harry, and I slipped out of the stands. I needed time to think.

Halfway down to the kitchens, I noticed I was being followed. Spinning around quickly, I pulled my wand out, pointing it in Draco's face. "Oh sorry Draco, I thought you were someone else."

"Who else knows when you've got you're think hat on?" Draco smirked and I had to grin.

"Point made. Narcissa and Lucius still pissed at me or is it safe to come 'home'?" I asked, emphasising the word home.

"Mother was never mad at you, only Father, and yes he is. Though I'm sure you'll have to come home anyway, as I'm assuming their plan worked." Draco told me.

I scowled, "Do I have to? I want no part in this! I thought that was clear, you know being Gryffindor, talking to muggleborns and 'blood traitors, not coming back for summers?"

"Look, I know that, you know that. But I don't think the do. Or if the do they don't give a fuck." Draco sighed, while I rolled my eyes. Normally I would've told him off for his language, but I just wasn't in the mood. Then he added, "Plus you're You-Know-Who's daughter. You don't get much of a choice." This time I glared at him and stormed away from my 'little brother', up in the vague direction of the Gryffindor common room.

...

"Hey, where'd you go?" Fred asked as he walked over to the corner I had commandeered.

"Just for a walk. I needed to think," I replied distractedly.

"You sure you're okay?" Fred pressed. God if he wasn't my best friend, I would've hit him for being annoying by now.

"Yeah. I'm going to bed, see you tomorrow." I had no choice then but to actually go to my dormitory, where Angelina, Katie and Alicia were gossiping. Sara Blackburn, a shy muggleborn witch who was rather brilliant, sat reading something called 'Pride and Prejudice' on her bed, ignoring the rest of us. I went straight to my bed, shutting my drapes. I sat up thinking of what I was to do for hours and hours.

When I finally fell asleep at 5am, I still had no clue.

...

Because of the death of Cedric, we were given the day off lessons which, though it makes me sound like a heartless bitch, I was glad for as 1 hour of sleep really wouldn't get me through the day. I finally crawled out of my bed to an empty dormitory at 1. Quickly combing my hair and shoving on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, I ran down to the Great Hall, just as Professor Dumbledore stood up and raised a glass. "A moments silence for Mr Diggory. He was a brave, intelligent young man. A son, friends, boyfriend, pupil, peer. He did not deserve to die as he did. By the hand of Lord Voldemort." At this people began to mutter, until the Headmaster cleared his throat. "He will not be forgotten. Cedric."

"Cedric," The rest of the hall repeated, all raising a glass, and going silent. Of course the Slytherins had to ruin it though, by muttering and laughing. Everyone else began to eat and I sighed and grabbed two cheese rolls and went to sit by the lake. After half an hour Snape came and asked me to come to his office. I warily followed.

"What are you wishing to do about your situation with your father Miss Riddle?" When Snape said this I gasped. To the school I was Scarlett Robertson, and I had never met my father. Well half was true at least.

"How do you know about that?" I asked. In reply, he pulled up his left sleeve revealing the dark mark.

"I was once a death eater. What I tell you from here on out, you must not repeat if you want either of us to live. I am Professor Dumbledore's spy. I pretend to be the Dark Lord's spy, give him small pieces of information so it doesn't seem suspicious. The headmaster knows of your predicament and is willing to help you spy, against your own father and bring him down. If that is what you wish."

I just stood there, shocked. I couldn't make a decision there and then. What about Fred, George? My father? As much as I hate him, I don't think I can go against him. But I can't go against my friends. I just can't. "I need to think," I mumbled and marched out of the office.

"You have until class tomorrow!" Snape shouted down the dungeons after me. I groaned kicking the wall as I went.

...

"Coming to dinner Letty?" George asked. Letty was the nickname he and Fred had given me three days after we met as they decided Scarlett was too long for them.

"I'll be there in a minute, Snape wanted to see me." I made a face, showing them that I wasn't happy about it.

"Unlucky Letts. We'll save you a seat." Fred replied in sympathy as they walked away. Sighing I went up to Snape's desk as he magically locked the door and stood.

"Have you decided?" He asked as if bored.

"Yes." I replied simply.