The Riddle behind her power

Part 1

Y/n = Your name
Y/l/n = Your Last name
Sb = somebody / someone

Y/n POV

I had been listening to music for about an hour since father basically kicked me out so he could have a meeting. This whole thing was tiring, really. I mean- I get it, he doesn't want to concern me with such things as attending meetings and listening to their schemes, but all this secrecy... I don't like it. Especially when lunatics and murderers are my father's followers. If he really cared, he wouldn't bring them to our house, I thought.

It didn't matter, I told myself. It shouldn't matter. After all, the daughter of the dark lord shouldn't be weak. I hated being weak. I was not allowed to be weak –not ever. That's exactly while after some minutes, when father was in deep conversation with them, I increased the volume –to mask my footsteps- and sat in the stairs. I was curious, of course, to grasp anything at all, a hint for what was to come.

I didn't take overly advantage of it, though. After all as I didn't want to get caught. It was better to be undisturbed and unnoticed, yet always on alert. That's exactly why I decided to return to my room, and sing a little too loud, just like he might expect me to react. Because there was no way he expected me not out when he shut me out so openly before everyone. It was therapeutic and fun, singing at the top of my lungs, not caring if they heard me or not. I was Y/n Riddle and I did as I pleased  because of MY not so nice behavior as well as the fact that I simply could.

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Narrator.

The music turned louder as Y/n returned to her room. Shortly after, her own voice echoed through the hallways and empty corridors of their estate, to the dining room where the death eater's meeting was being held.

Snape: My Lord, what exactly is going on?

Voldi: Oh that. It's supposed to be music, according to her.

Bellatrix: According to whom?

Voldi: My daughter, of course. Y/n.

Snape: You have a daughter? I didn't know of it.

Voldi: It's one of the well-kept secrets I have and partly the reason we've all gathered today. Draco and Severus will meet her in a month or so. She's coming to Hogwarts, you see.

Snape: Does this have to do with our plan, Dark Lord?

Voldi: Of course it does. If it works as I've in mind, I believe we might have found ourselves the very way to win this war?

Bellatrix: With the girl?

Voldi: Quite so, Bellatrix.

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Y/n POV

Just like father had told me, I was indeed to attend Hogwarts. At first, I hadn't believed him, but seeing that as the days pass and all kinds of school supplies arriving to our doorstep as well as our driver, Antony, informing me it was time to leave, I finally believed him. It was real. And, despite having seen and learned truly admirable spells and often dreadful ones being cast on people, going through the wall, between platforms 9 and 10, made me feel like a child seeing candy. I couldn't help the grin that spread on my face while pushing my trolley and getting myself a compartment on the Hogwarts express. I didn't believe I would be lucky enough to find an empty one, let alone one the fact that it remained empty for the whole journey. Sometime during the ride, I must have fallen asleep and was only awoken –startled- by the abrupt stop of the train. We had arrived. I put on my cloak –already a Slytherin one- and got out of the train.

Students looked my way multiple times, and I assumed it was because of my half violet and half silver hair. They were beautiful really and even though the violet was a cheap dye I'd found in a shopping mall, it turned out nicely. And, so, I strode towards the castle, to which surprisingly –even thought I had never been- I found my way around. With my house's diadem hanging around my neck, I climbed the stairs all students followed that were apparently leading to the Great Hall.

I was standing in the back of a group of 11 year old students, when out of the blue, the doors opened. We all moved to enter the room, following a professor's lead in the front. However, just before I could step my foot there, someone stopped me by grasping my elbow. The hold wasn't tight, but enough to stop me where I was. I turned around only to see an old man with a red-eyed cat.

«Y/n Riddle?» He asked. I nodded. «Wait here,» he said before disappearing behind the hall's doors, closing them behind him and leaving me alone into the hallway. Long minutes passed before the doors opened once again. It was my cue to enter, I realized. I took a deep breath, raised my chin and walked full of pride in the Great hall as if I owned the place.

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