Riddle - A Harry Potter FanFiction

Chapter One

"Madison! Wake up!" I jumped awake as a loud banging came through my large wooden door on a dry July morning.

I pulled myself out of my spacious bed, draped in dark green bedding, and walked swiftly on the cold stone floors toward the door. My dark long hair was a mess on top of my head and I quickly adjusted my pajamas on my body making sure I was decent to open the door.

"I'm sorry, Lucius, I must have fallen back asleep." Lucius Malfoy's cold eyes looked into mine deeply. I could tell he was upset. He was almost always upset, even before I could remember. Him and his wife, Narcissa, took me in when I was very young. I was two when I was permanently under the Malfoy's care. Before then I spend time under several peoples cares. These people had a duty to keep me safe while my father was fulfilling his life's work.

I didn't fully understand how important and feared man my father was until I was eleven years old. Eleven is a special time for people like me. Eleven is when young witches and wizards get an acceptance letter to the school near them. For me and Lucius and Narcissa's son, Draco, that meant Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Draco and I were around the same age, me being about 6 months older than him. For living in the same house together most of our lives, we didn't see each other as much as one would assume. Sure, our bedrooms were across from each other and we saw each other every day, but our daily routines were very different. I would spend a lot of my time with Narcissa, learning on how to become a well mannered young witch. Draco spent a lot of time under the supervision of his father. After starting our schooling at Hogwarts, Draco and I became closer, spending time together as we were both sorted into Slytherin, the house of both Draco's parents and my father. I was always told, growing up, that coming from the bloodline of my father, I should be proud and hold up to my family name. I didn't know how powerful my family name was until I bought my first wand from Olivanders, the summer of 1991.

I was small and alone walking into the huge wand shop in Diagon Alley. The old man behind the counter was looking at me with pale eyes.

"Good day Miss-"

"Riddle, Sir. Madison Riddle." He almost quivered at the sound of my name.

"Is there a problem, sir?" I asked him, seeing that his pale skin was getting paler.

"You don't know, do you?" He asked so quietly, I almost didn't hear him.

"Know what?" I was confused.

He never answered me and instead proceeded in the wand selection process. It took 5 tries until I finally was crowned a 9 and three-quarter inch, Ashwood, with unicorn hair core.

He was afraid of me, and I had no idea. I quickly learned the later that day went and especially when I did go to Hogwarts. The first year was rough for me when I quickly learned the story of my father who was known to the world as Lord Voldemort.

The dark wizard, He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named, Lord Voldemort, my father, the reason I lived with the Malfoy's, the reason people were afraid of me. The worse part about people being afraid of me is that I fed into it and I knew it. I changed in the first year I spent at Hogwarts. I embraced the fear. By the time I ended my fourth year, I've established myself. I feared no one. Not even the one and only Harry Potter. My father killed his Parents, for the greater good. And in return, Potter destroyed my Father and I hated him for it. Everyone I knew did.

"Madison, you know how important tonight is. I expect you to be on your best behavior and to dress as your name suggests. " Lucius meant important and wealthy like he has dressed Draco and I since we were young. There was a party tonight in the Malfoy Manor, most likely filled with people who watched over me since I was young and people who follow my father.