Ariana Grindelwald (Tom Riddle Love-Story).

Chapter Two.

Father didn't come back home for a long time afterwards, which was always quite normal. I guess one could say he was a dangerous dark wizard, and I'd agree, because he taught his daughter how to be like him. And I'd have more years to learn more than he could and eventually carry it on.

It was starting to get boring without Father, though, because what was there to do around the house? I've already taught myself those books, I could probably recite the damn things already.

When Father did finally come back, I had taken to read the potions book yet again, and was halfway through learning a potion for the tenth time, creating it again. "Oh, hello," I said with a tone of pure boredom in my voice as I mixed it through. He didn't really seem bothered. He wasn't a strict parent. "Mind if I ask, but where were you?"

"Bukgaria," he said coolly. "Then Hogsmeade," he added darkly.

I nodded absent mindedly. "There've been a few owls that dropped by. I didn't look at any of the letters, although one of them won't just leave." I set the book aside, and looked up at him with a straight face. "Also, my wand. I was told it was a rather powerful wand. Apple tree, twelve and a half inches, a core of thestral bone."

He didn't seem all that interested, just a polite amount of interested, until I told him its core. "May I ... see it?" he asked.

I nodded, before grabbing it from my robe pocket, and passed it to him. He examined it.

"It feels very powerful," he said, taking a grip on it. He waved it, and a large shot of electricity came out of the end, and out the window where he directed it. "It is very powerful. Most other wands that don't belong to me would have broken ..." he murmured to himself. Did he seriously just try to break my wand? He held it back out, and I took it, putting it back, mildly offended that he used a spell that could have broken it. "Though it's allegiance strongly belongs to you, it will only part with you when you die."

I felt very, very proud of my wand. 

I felt a lot of Dark Wizards and Witches had always gone for a goal of immortality, being scared of death. But fear of death was a weakness and while it would be best to avoid death, it was better to set up precautions in the event of your death. And expect to be killed and not let your reign end.

Too soon, September 1st came, and Father couldn't depart with me at the station, so he gave me a gift at home, before both of us went our separate ways. Anyway, the owl had to be payed before it left.

The gift was the family heirloom. The eldest got it when they started school. It was a large ring, it showed my family status amongst purebloods. Though, the tradition was wearing down in these years, nobody saw reason to give the ring to their children, but some, much like myself got the ring when they're supposed to. I decided to not wear it as a ring, instead as a necklace cause my finger wasn't going to fit.

I walked into London, and into Kings Cross station, where it was filled with large trains. But I wouldn't be catching any of these muggle trains, no, I would be catching the train in platform 9 and 3/4. Which meant I would have to go through a wall to get to, if I remembered correctly.

And my memory is not faulty. As I walked onto the train, a boy, my age, tapped my shoulder.

"Do you need any help with your trunk?" he asked. His eyes cast down to my ring. "Ah, you're a pureblood, are you? Abraxas, Abraxas Malfoy."

"Ariana Grindelwald," I told him smoothly. "And I would rather like help, thank you."

"Any house you're thinking of?" he asked. "Or are you a family house girl through and through?"