Suddenly, a voice came from someone standing right behind me.
"Looking for Snape?" I spun around. No one. That was Draco's sneering drawl, I'd know it anywhere.
"Draco? I know you're here somewhere!" I raised my wand, ready to fight. Downstairs I could hear the sounds of the battle getting closer. "Show yourself, Draco, or I'll start sending curses around." I feel his lips brush against my earlobe
"I'm here," he whispers, and I turn around, and sure enough, he is there.
"Where's Severus?" I demand.
"My father was told to send him to the Dark Lord."
"Where's your father?"
"Gave him the slip. But I know where Bellatrix is." He doesn't wait for my reply, but instead grabs my hand and runs, pulling me along with him. We run down a corridor that looks vaguely familiar, but I can't quite place it in my mind. I carry on running and running and running, until I'm sure we're in a part of the castle that I've never been to before. Eventually, we reached the frame of a portrait entitled: Sir Cadogan. Like all the others around it, is was empty. Draco knocked on the canvas.
"Oi, Cadogan. Open up!" The portrait didn't open up, but instead a rather hazardous-looking knight emerged from the side. He was clearly in pain, as his arm was missing.
"That way to the Divination room." We carried on running, and eventually arrived at a loft that had a ladder extended from it. I heard my mother's cackling laugh from above, and it clicked into place. Of course she was here. To torture the prophetic idiot. The one who had made my father's prophecy.
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Nerida Riddle, daughter of the Dark Lord - REWRITING IN PROGRESS
FanfictionNerida Riddle is the daughter of Lord Voldemort, but for the first 11 years of her life, she doesn't know that. When she finds out the day she gets her Hogwarts letter, everything changes - at first for the better, but she doesn't know how many secr...
