The Little Riddles

A/N We do not own anything in this story apart from the characters Willow and Naida and maybe some other characters that come in during the story. But if you do steal our story we wont just sit around and let you get away with it.

Chapter One

Naida

Spiders.

Scurrying everywhere, I can see them on the ceiling of my dingy room. I could scream or squat them away, but what’s the point in that- they would only come back again, that’s the trouble with living in the attic- it is a spider hot-spot.

I could feel sorry for myself- locked in the attic day after day, with only the spiders for company, but I don’t you get used to it.

My spell books lay cluttered in the corner, and I roll off my bed to grab one- even school reading is more interesting then spiders- I could go outside and walk, I used to when I was younger, however soon I learnt it wasn’t normal for a young child to have bruises, the authorities were involved but my ‘dad’ managed to get rid of them- since then I haven’t gone out that much- he hasn’t let me while he is around and I can’t risk him coming back and finding me gone.  I couldn’t wait till the 1st of September the initial seed of excitement that was planted when I first left Hogwarts and had fully blossomed into a flower now that the happy day was only a week away.

I smiled as I looked at the pile of letters that laid carefully on the floor- each one either from Fred or George Weasley, my best friends.

They were part of the reason why I wanted to rush back to Hogwarts- school robes on and wand at the ready- I was thinking of how are happy reunion would be when bam! I was staring into the eyes of my two best friends and a middle-aged balding man.

“Hello, love.” The two teen-aged boys chorused, smirks upon their faces. “Pleased to see us?” I sat stunned, my eyes flickering from Fred to George, Fred, George, Fred, George, Fred, my eyes met his and I smiled, finally realising that they were really here before. “Freddy!” I screamed jumping up at him- practically tackling him to the floor.

“Hey babe.” He said, hugging my waist and swinging me round, before continuing with. “We thought we’d give you a little surprise.” My smile stretched.

“Surprise where?” I looked around my little room, same spiders, same dismal bed, same pile of school books, and then it clicked. “Well your not a very good surprise- you didn’t shout surprise or anything.” They chuckled before George grabbed from Freds arms and pinned me to the floor.

“Where’s my hello- My Lucky Ducky?”

“Nowhere if you call me that again.”

“Lucky Ducky!”  I hit him.

He laughed, and jumped off me, “So Lil N, are you ready?”

“For what?”

“To come to ours- obviously.”

“But my D-“ He pressed a hand against my mouth.

“No buts, now come on- Dad will come back later to get your stuff.” His dad then took my arm- instructing Fred to do the same, before saying a quick hello to me and disapparating to the burrow.

~*~ Willow~*~

Life at the Malfoys was great. I sat up in bed and looked around, My grand wardrobe standing in one corner of the room a tall elegant mirror leaning against the left wall and a big window on the back wall facing the wide expanse of grass that I was lucky enough to call my garden. I got out of bed after a while of day dreaming about going back to Hogwarts. The grand hall, hopefully by the end of the year full of silver and green banners, each one decorated with the Slytherin crest. The Malfoys Obviously are not my real parents, I mean how could they their hair is as pale as the full moon, whilst mine better reflects the night sky in which the moon rules. My dad is gone, not dead, just gone, a dark spirit floating within the lonely crevices of the world- well that’s partly what the Malfoys told me- the loneliness I wasn’t told, its just simply assumption he’s obviously lonely- he doesn’t have me.

I walked over to the my grand wardrobe trying not to think to hard about it, the Malfoys always did tell me not to look into it and not to ask questions, they said that he was a great man and has changed the world a lot. I don’t know who exactly who he is but I do know that his name is, Tom Riddle.

“Willow, Breakfast” I heard Draco shout from down stairs, Draco Malfoy was the best thing to ever happen to me. We were going out but Lucious and Narcissa Malfoy had no idea, if they did they would probably leave me out onto the street that’s why we’re only act like a couple at Hogwarts, were they would never find out, Hopefully. I got changed and went down downstairs. Everyone was already sitting at the table and when I walked in their awkward silence turned into a very strange and creepy silence.

“Willow, hi, please sit down, Dobby will bring you some food.” I Looked at Dobby working hard in the kitchen his pillow case sort of clothes looking more scruffier than ever, he looked up and saw that I was looking at him a gave a small smile and put his head down t o finish my breakfast. I sat down next to Draco and smiled after two minutes Dobby brought over my food, two pieces of bacon and some toast. I looked down at my plate and started cutting my bacon into small pieces. After we had finished breakfast I went outside and sat on a bench that was leaning against the back of the building.

“Hey cutie” I looked up and saw Draco standing in front of me watching me read.

“How long have you been watching me?” I asked with a smirk. I knew he would answer it with the same answer that he always gives-

“Does it matter?” I rolled my eyes, stood up and kissed him on the cheek. I walked past and back into the house and upstairs to my room, lucky for me Lucious and Narcissa went out for a while, I don’t know where but at least they weren’t here.

~*~ Naida ~*~

I arrived at the burrow, and immediately staggered to the side, vomit spewing out of my mouth, much to the amusement of George.  Fred followed me, gently lifting my hair out of my sweat covered face, and patting my back. He mumbled words of encouragement to me, as I got rid of my measly breakfast of scraggly cornflakes. Once I was sure I wouldn’t chuck chunks, I lent into Freds chest, his arms wrapping round my slim figure.

“Eurgh PDA” George shouted shielding his eyes, as he walked with his Dad into the burrow- my true home; I was loved more here then in my own house with my ‘Dad’- the man who adopted me at the age of 2- a scared Orphan in terrible need of a home.  I wish he hadn’t- I know nothing of my true parents, only that I was left at the age of 2- with a sleak golden chain around my neck in which held a ring as a charm, I don’t know why my ‘Dad’ hasn’t sold it, he probably can’t I’m sure there is rules about stuff like that. Fred unwound one of his arms from me and led me into his home.

“Come on love-“He whispered. “- let’s get some food into you.”