The Riddle Siblings- A Slytherin Story

"Help me my daughter. Help your father survive." My father's distorted form in the air spoke to me.

"NO!" Thirteen year old me shrieked at the cloud shaped form of my biological father. "Tom and Matt will be here soon." I threatened him. My voice was firm but I was so scared inside and it felt like he could see the war raging inside me. Do I give in to him? He is my father after all. It isn't his fault he lost to a baby and left us with Rodolphus. My blood boiled at the thought of him.

His face twisted into a cruel smirk which confirmed my decision. I will not help him come back to life. Panic planted a seed in my chest. "Your dear older brothers are in a deep slumber my precious daughter. I could have asked them for this task but you have always been my favourite, even as a baby." My stomach curled at listening his voice. Even though I knew he couldn't hurt me right now it still didn't calm the storms of fear brewing in my chest.

"Never." My voice was low but firm. I was proud of myself for controlling the tremble in my voice.

"Eh? Never you say? You will regret that little Alexia. I hear you made friends with a girl. I shall see if her will power is as strong as yours." With that his figure whooshed away and I was left alone with my thoughts. The seed blossomed into a full blown tree and squeezed my lungs until there was no air left to breathe.

They thought they could have a normal life. The past belongs in the past. Right? If not a normal childhood there's still a chance for a normal youth. But they have demons in their past and their future. No matter how much they repress their demons, they would always haunt them. After all the heirs to The Dark Lord don't get to have a normal life. No rest for the wicked.
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I promise you this story is better than how it seems. Its filled with humor and heartbreak and you will have a grand time reading it.