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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I know what you're probably thinking.
"Why are we going so fast?"
Well honestly, my life isn't exciting. Harry Potter just makes everyone's lives seem crazier than they actually are. It has been this way since I met the lad, he just attracts danger. I mean, he was the one who did all of that stuff in first year, no one else. But the fact he speaks parseltongue is beyond me. There has to be a prophecy on why he can. Only descendants of Salazar Slytherin are supposed to.
Anyways, lets get to what is really concerning. Why did I have that dream last night? I must've been dreaming in my fathers perspective of when he killed Harry's parents. Which was very traumatizing by the way.
I still don't understand why I had the dream though. Dreams aren't supposed to be things that I've never seen. Before Hogwarts, the only thing I dreamt of was Severus blowing up like a balloon and chasing me through a garden!
This is so complicated...
I remove the comforter to be met with the chilly air. Today isn't a day of classes, its actually Christmas. Tracy and Daphne are both going out of town this year, so I guess its just me. Usually at home for Christmas, Severus and I would bake dinner just for us. I know it seems he's always grumpy and mean, but that's not true. We actually make all sorts of muggle foods and Christmas cookies, which I force him to decorate. I laugh to myself as the memory of Severus yelling because the pan was too hot.
I slip on a oversized white sweatshirt, plaid pajama pants, and brown slippers.
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After brushing my teeth and splashing water on my face, I leave for the common room where there is a fireplace. Walking to the green seats, I notice Draco Malfoy sitting on one of them with a letter in him hand. He sniffles and wipes his cheek that were most likely tear-stained. At first he doesn't notice me, until I speak.
"Draco?" I say softly.
He looks up immediately and hides the letter.
"What do you want Riddle?" He spat, changing from his sad state.
"I was just seeing if you were alright, are you?" I walk in front of him.
He scoffs and rolls his eyes, looking towards the green flames.
