Fire and Fury (Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Nora

The boy who lived was constantly on my mind and not in the same way he was on my fathers, mine was a tad bit less... grouchy (to be nice about it). 

My home was always on the move, and my father well, not exactly all there if you know what i mean.

From age 0-3 i was 'raised' by Voldemort (well Lord, if i want to be polite but he's never expected that from me), i remember those days as clear as if they were the present. I dont know what spell he used on me but, well, now i remember just about everything that happened in those three years. Lucky for him i guess. But from that time after, now here comes the bit everyone has always been peckish about, i learnt from his most trusted death eaters (excluding the ones in Azkaban). I was taught by the Carrows, Dolohov, Barty Crouch jr, Malfoys, Crabbe's, and for the laughs, i guess ill mention Peter Pettigrew, but he's not really a 'mentor' more of a, well, 'Your daddy asked me to watch you so i will because im a terrified old coot who is now a rat'. But i got rid of Pettigrew a long time ago. I had slipped him into some woman's bag about eight? Nine? years ago and poof, bye you stupid rat.

Everyone is expecting me to be the next big enemy. Of course, not many people know of my existence. Almost all are dead (by Voldemort) and others think i died, i mean, its not like they knew my name or anything, only two death eaters actually knew my name, which were Snape and Bellatrix (but we dont talk about her). My father had a different mission for me. He still talks to me, which seems unlikely if you know what he looks like currently. He visits me in dreams. Its not fun. That is where learnt all i have.

He says i have his intelligence, but my mother's un-needed characteristics. I hope he didnt mean hair or nose because unlike him i want to keep that. Although in most dreams, he appears as the older ugly him, in others, in rare others, he appears as his young, fruitful self.

I dont know my mother. Nor do i really care.

My last name is 'Riddle' but for easier purposes i changed it to Ryde (purely because i thought it went well with Nora) to hide from un-needed glances.

I dont really know from where to start my story of when i met Harry Potter, but i guess the day i did would be of some use.

I stood, wide eyed, the grogginess of this morning gone as i stare at the Boy Who Lived, just walking through a normal, muggle zoo. I dont know how i knew it was him. But all my lovable genes in my body screamed it. That there, was the Harry Potter who technically killed Voldemort. My one year old tortoiseshell of brown and white Maine Coon sat inside my small brown backpack, meowing softly, sensing my alarm. I had heard Potter grew up with muggles, away from the wizarding world, his aunt and uncle to be exact, but i didnt know where. Who would've thought. He was surrounded by two muggles, one fat and one not, both had the same greedy but dumb looks on their faces. Well that changed when the glass fell and the two muggle boys fell into the big snake's cage. At the sight of the loose snake, almost all the muggles in the building ran away in fear. Harry stood there in alarm as the snake slithered out of the cage and slithered away, well into my direction. "Princess" it addressed me as it continued slithering past me. I never take my eyes off the dark haired boy with glasses. And he decides he cant take his eyes off me either. His green eyes stare into mine and i smile. He blinks, and then im gone.

Now what was i doing in the zoo you may ask, well, i dont really know to be honest. I just felt the urge to go, maybe it was fate. Or maybe it was Rosa clawing at a free zoo voucher that morning when i woke up. Who knows. All i know is, that i was beyond excited. It seems he knows how to speak to snakes as well. Must be because of him and his connection to Voldemort. Oh, he isnt gonna like this. That night, the pain i experienced in my dream proved that theory.

The next time i saw Harry Potter, it was on the train to Hogwarts, where he came and sat across from me, and that my friends, is where the story well and truly began.