Devilish Daughter (A HP musical) DracoxDemonReader

Chapter 14: Ghoulish Plans

A few months later, I was walking down the hall of the castle in the Underworld to my father who was looking over at everyone in the lake and the laborers that sold their souls. I stood next to him and he spoke, "You're training is coming along very nicely, little flame. I never collected that many souls on a run, congrats on making people suffer and snuffed out their weaknesses." "I learn from the best, daddy," I smirked, looking at the flames. "I have news, he's active." I showed the sphere glowing brightly then father spoke, "What do you think?" "I think I can't have him failing again," I huffed, tucking the sphere away. "Especially to Saint Potter, that boy takes away everything." "Then let's go make sure he succeeds," Dad insisted. "Only the best for my little girl."

"Thanks, daddy," I smiled. He smiled back and offered his hand, I took it and we appeared in the graveyard where I first met Riddle. "Inside," Father detected. We walked in the house to see a pathetic excuse for a vessel that Voldemort was, he was talking to two people. Wormtail and one of his death eaters. "No," Voldemort hissed. "The boy is everything, it cannot be done without him and it will be done exactly as I say." "I will not disappoint you, my lord," The man said. "Such a funny title," dad said, appearing in the room. "As if they should worship you." "You don't deserve worship," I added as I appeared, leaning against the wall. "How do you even live like that?" "Y/n Morningstar," Riddle greeted. "And who is this." "Tom, meet my father, Lucifer Morningstar," I smirked. "Daddy, this is the famous lord Voldemort."

"Yes, the man that lost to a baby," Father detected, then noticed the other two's confusion. "Oh, right, you two might know me as my more colorful moniker. I'm the devil." They started to cower a bit then Riddle spoke, "To what do I owe the pleasure." "Well, you see, you failed our family twice," Dad said. "I'm here to make sure that you don't mess up again. You see, my daughter is everything to me and when she's upset -- I'm upset and when I'm upset, I start killing which is just a whole thing you can relate to. So, what exactly is the plan?" "The Tri-Wizard tournament," Riddle answered. "We plan to rig it so that Potter wins, the cup will be a port key that will lead him straight to me. That's when I'll be reborn and kill him." "Hmm, could work," Father spoke. "Y/n, can you help make sure that Potter wins, right?"

"Well, the tasks are dangerous, so yeah," I smiled. "Good, see how easy that is," Father smirked. "Now, I assume you'll have one of you death eaters there as well." "Yes, sir," The stranger said. "Barty Jr., right?" Father asked and Barty nodded. "Here." Father waved his hand causing a case to appear and spoke, "Polyjuice potion, a year's worth of it, it should help." "Thank you," Riddle said. "Now, first, gather our old comrades. Send them a sign." At that moment, I noticed someone walking up the stairs to the room. "Someone's here, daddy," I warned. "Step aside, while I give our guest a proper greeting," Riddle insisted. "Avada Kadavra!" He killed the old man then my Father spoke, "Poor soul, muggle too. He has a place in the sky, though."

"Hmm," I hummed. "Well, anyway, when will the death eaters make their debut again." "The Quidditch World Cup," Riddle answered. "Looks like we have to go," Father insisted and I scoffed. "It's okay, you don't have to watch it. Well then, we'll be off. Don't disappoint my daughter, the last person who did that to me got the worst so you can imagine what will happen when my daughter pouts. Well, good luck." I smiled then we reappeared at the castle where my mom was. "Oh, how did it go?" Mom asked as we walked back to our house. "With time, good," Father smiled, opening the door for us. "Thanks, daddy," I smiled, hugging him before going up to my room. I decided to write to Draco about my problem, how I have to go to the Quidditch World Cup.

He'll probably be the only one who understands why that's agonizing to me. Later on in the day, he messaged me back. I read over the letter and smiled before going downstairs, my parents and Ollie were in the living room, talking. "I have a solution," I smiled, sitting on the couch. "Draco is going to the World Cup, and he invited me and whoever I wanted." "How sweet," Mom smiled. "This is good, you and Oliver will go to the cup," Dad insisted. "Oh, I would love to see Y/n try to kiss her boyfriend," Ollie joked. "He's not my boyfriend," I replied. "Oh, but you felt the warmth in your heart," Ollie teased, putting his hand on his chest. "You're in love with the whittle Malfoy boy." I scoffed then mom spoke, "Oliver, leave your sister be, let her get the boy first." "Mother," I huffed. "Daddy, say something."