Amelia Merope Riddle is only eleven years old when she begins to deal with the struggle of being Voldemort's daughter.
Amelia lives with the Hogwarts potions master, Severus Snape. He took her in when Voldemort was thought to be killed by the young...
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When the train stops I step out of the compartment to be greeted by Harry, Ron and Hermione.
"We're sorry." Said Harry looking down.
"Yea, we shouldn't have judged you based on you dad." Ron says.
"Its alright." I say.
I start walking and notice they haven't moved.
"Well, lets go." I say smiling.
They smile and walk with me where we meet a tall man with a beard.
"Hello Harry." Says the man.
"Hey Hagrid" Harry says.
He leads us to the boats, I find myself on the same one as Malfoy. He basically glares at me the entire ride, but my eyes are focused on the beautiful castle in front of us.
We get off the boat and Hagrid takes us up to the castle.
I look around in awe when we get inside. All the first years walk up the stairs and meet a woman who I assume is a professor.
"Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Now while you're here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you house points. Any rule breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup." Says the woman.
"Trevor!" Says a boy as he grabs a toad.
"Sorry." He says.
"The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily" She says.
The lady leaves to go through the doors.
"It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." Malfoy says.
Everyone starts to whisper, I just roll my eyes.
He starts to walk to Harry, but I put a grab his arm.
"Don't." I say in a stern voice.
He shrugs off my hand and glares at me before continuing.
"This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy...Draco Malfoy." He says to Harry.
Ron snickers at his name and Malfoy turns to him.
"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley." He says.
Ron looks down in disappointment.
"You'll soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." Malfoy says sticking out his hand.
