My Father, Tom Riddle

Chapter 6

I was terrified to fall asleep in fear of my father returning. Just as I had been afraid of, Voldemort appeared in my dreams.
"Delphini, my dear girl. I do not have much time - I am exhausted and have no energy to be appearing to you anymore. I ask one thing of you. Take my wand. Tomorrow night, shoot my mark into the sky out in the Forbidden Forest then run. Do not use your wand. Do it, child, or else... I will kill that stupid aunt and uncle of yours and won't stop until I murder everyone you've ever loved." he whispered, his voice raspy.
I woke up with something long and wooden in my pocket. I knew what it was without even looking at it.
Safe to say, I didn't sleep the rest of that night.
I sit in the Great Hall the next morning, pushing my food around my plate.
"Eat your food, Delphi." Arabella sighs. She has slowly warmed up to being somewhat of a friend - though nothing can replace the relationship I had with Ron, Harry and Hermione.
It may not seem like it, but over the time I had become attached to my friendship.
They were only people who had ever really cared.
I got up and briskly walked out the door, feeling the eyes of the hundreds of Hogwarts pupils watching me leaves.
I knew I had Potions, but I didn't care - Snape would surely understand. I needed to get out, clear my head and hopefully be killed so I could quite this miserable life while I'm ahead.
Tonight. A few hours was all I had before I threw the whole school into a panic worse than death itself.
My father's wand sat in my pocket, heavy as iron and threatening as a dagger over my heart.
I breathe in the crisp morning air and look menacingly around. I may not want to terrify the only home I has ever known, but I loved the power that sat inside of me.
All of a sudden, it hit me.
The Sorting Hat.
"Just like your father."
It had known who my father was before I even did.
Was our connection that strong?
I remember my father's words; "We will teach you the worst black magic this world has ever known."
I was to be his secret weapon.
I ran, blinded by tears. I ran through the castle, and up onto the seventh floor into the Room of Requirement.
Flopping onto the bed, I screamed. In rage or utter heartbreak I didn't know.
"How did you...."
I lifted my head weakly. There, sitting poised on a cushion, was Potter.

HARRY'S P.O.V
Delphini came running into the room, tears running down her pretty face. I felt a pang in my gut, a hurt that angered me.
Who had made her cry?
"How did you...." I ask. Her look said it all.
She was my sworn enemy. I should hate her, I should spit on her shoes.
But, I want to know her. I want to be friends with her.
My heart told me it should be something more.
"Harry... I'm sorry. I should leave. I'm going to..." Delphini stutters, tears still falling.
"No, stay." I smile.
I see her shoulders sag in relief.
"Really?"
"Of course." I answer.
She smiles faintly, and I can tell it's not one of the fake smiles she gives to the teachers to get her way. This one reaches her blood red eyes, making them crinkle at the edges. It makes her look beautiful.
"You should smile more often." I laugh.
She comes and plops down onto a beanbag next to me, her white hair practically glowing.
"Why should I if I have nothing to smile about?" she shudders. I feel so sorry for her.
Rumours were spreading like wildfire. She's a Death Eater, that she's the new Voldemort and soon she's going to kill us all.
As she reaches to brush some of her hair out of her eyes, her robe falls down and I gasp in horror.
Hermione had told me about this. The Dark Mark.
All Death Eaters have this on their arm.
Delphini chokes back a sob as she realises what I've seen.
"Please, he.... he did that to me..... I didn't choose, Harry."
Her flustered face says it all.
I pull her face gently towards mine and kiss her gently with a love I never knew I had.