Amy Riddle - Volume 2: The Half Blood Prince (A Voldemort's Daughter Story)

Part 1

Chapter 1

Amy's POV

I was still mourning.

There was a ceremony. There was consolation. People said their kind words and left. It seemed as though people were moving on and forgetting about it far too quickly. Everyone except for me. I couldn't let go. I could never forget. Two months went by and any thought of ridding what happened to Teddy at the Ministry from my mind was a delusion.

My life reverted back to the way it seemed to be a year ago. I sat in my room, staring at the wall, or pacing around the room, or pulling out my hair while rocking back and forth. Only this time it was because of tragedy, not boredom. I was rarely seen by anyone anymore. I couldn't remember the last time I had spoken to another human being. I would spend the night holed away in my room and I would only come out in the early hours of the morning, if I even did that. My only company was my snake, Ebony.

Things between my father and I were even worse than my pathetic excuse for a life, lately. The last words he had spoken to me were a threat to kill me, and I had stalked off without another word. From that day forth I had not seen him once. It didn't help that I had recently murdered my first boyfriend as well.

By this point you're probably lost, unless you've been following my journey so far. For those of you who need a quick refresher, I'll explain everything. My name is Amelia Riddle, I'm sixteen years old, and I am the only daughter of the Dark Lord, Voldemort. I had a pretty boring life up until about a year ago, when I was sent to Hogwarts in order to spy on Harry Potter the "Chosen One". That was a fiasco, I suppose you could say. I tried my absolute hardest to complete the mission and make my father proud, and I guess I had done a pretty bangin job. But in all the madness, I had gotten caught up in the normal drama of average teenagers. Drama, homework, boyfriends, mean girls, detention, and exams. And the worst part: I had actually started to like the Potter boy.

As much as I hated to admit it, I had made a few friends last year.

However, all of that came crumbling down as fast as the rocks that crushed my boyfriend, Theodore Nott. My father finally cornered Harry at the Ministry of Magic, and me, being the perfect little obedient princess that I was, fought alongside him without a second thought. The Death Eaters and I went to war with Harry and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix over a silly little glass ball that Lucius Malfoy ended up dropping on the ground like a loser. There were two casualties that night: one of them being Teddy, whom I had accidentally killed, and the other was Sirius Black, Harry's godfather.

I had to say, his death affected me more than I would have liked. Sirius had been a friend to me, of course, he didn't know who I was, but I recieved some of the best advice of my life from him. And to see Harry that way hurt me more than I think I wanted to admit. Nevertheless, by the end of the night, I basically realized that my father was a heartless, sadistic monster. And I had confronted him about it, with disasterous results. And that's where I am now.

So, with only a week until school started, I decided it would be best for me to interact with at least one person, if not only to give myself some practice for the upcoming school year. I decided my friend Draco Malfoy would be safe to approach. We had been through some rough patches last year but it was nothing we couldn't overcome. Now we were like two peas in a pod - if said peas hadn't spoken to each other in two and a half months.

As I was leaving to go find him, I heard a knock on the door. I grabbed my wand, just in case it was a Death Eater that I didn't feel like talking to, but when I warily said, "Come in?" I was met with the timid face of Draco himself. Lucky me - I didn't even have to leave my room.

"Oh. You." I put my wand down.

"What's with the wand?" he asked. His voice was quiet, nervous.

I shrugged. Talking to anyone was a little weird. My vocal cords had seemed to run dry and I had to clear my voice slightly before speaking.

"So, I guess asking how your summer has been would be pretty insensitive," Draco replied, slipping into my room and closing the door behind him.

I smirked. "Well, it's been lonely for one," I replied. "But that's my fault. I didn't want to get close to people ..."

"Why not?" Draco asked. "I missed you. I wanted to talk to you."

"But you didn't," I answered, sitting down heavily. "You were scared, weren't you?" I couldn't keep the trace of disappointment from my voice.

Draco nodded, but I could see he didn't want to.

"You had good reason to be." My voice was quiet and shaky. "I probably would have hurt you. Because that's what I've been doing all summer. Hurting people." I paused. "Mostly myself."

"Amy?" he asked, sitting down next to me. "Are you -"

"I'm fine. And I promise I won't hurt you," I said, smiling slightly, finally meeting his eyes for the first time.

Draco chuckled. "So ..." He looked away. "I never got to say it before, but I'm - I'm sorry about Teddy. He was - he was a good guy."

I looked down, knowing that this was coming. "Yeah." It was all I could manage.

Draco seemed to notice how distressed I was, so he changed the subject quickly. "So, are you excited for school?"

I tried to give Draco my best attitude. "Yeah, I am. It'll good to see real people again," I replied. "What about you?"

Draco shrugged. "Actually, that's partly why I wanted to talk to you." He looked directly at me. "Amy ... I might have gotten myself in over my head a little."

"Dra ...?"

"I need your help."