This is not a story, nor a poem either. It's just a bunch of exaggerated things in my live that I needed to tell about before I could explode. Please don't read. And if you do, I'd very much appreciate it if you would try and understand.

Azraal Merope Riddle is Lord Voldemort's daughter. She's ruthless, emotionless, cold hearted.... She's even a death eater at the age of 15. She's enemies with everyone, and she doesn't follow the rules, nor does she have any intention to. Izzy might be considered evil, but she's not on the Dark Lord's side. Nor Albus Dumbledore's. She's just simply living her life the best she can without love. But when she finally meets someone who might understand, things get more hectic than just finding a possible friend.

*SEQUEL to Anger Make Rage (HP Fanfic)* Azraal Riddle has several names. One was Izzy, which everyone but her father used as her real name. One was Devil, which she was called by her now deceased old best friend, and a werewolf and his friends, whom she secretly helped. The last was Arriss, who came from the girl Izzy considered her best friend, and the first real crush she ever had. But none of these names matter anymore. Because to those people, Azraal Riddle is dead. But she isn't, really. Izzy's just.... Following a plan. That's probably going to save the world.