Title: Slytherin's Last Descendant

Rated: M (for safety)

Summary: What if there was another?

Warning/s: Story contains violence and sex scenes and sexual references. If you do not like, then please do not read and complain later.

Disclaimer: None of the Harry Potter characters belong to me, they are all J.K Rowling's. Only the OC character belongs to me. And I am making no money out of this what-so-ever.


Prologue

The atmosphere in the small, run-down pub was questionable. Many of the people here spent their time drinking and talking about all the rumours and gossip that went around the small village.

Tonight the conversation had once again turned to the Riddle family, who once lived in this village. The pub was The Hanged Man and many of the people here were locals. Not many people from the outside came here. It wasn't the greatest place to be.

The conversation dropped for a moment while the barman poured a drink for another customer and wiped his hands on a small, dirty rag.

'Well,' he said pausing slightly. 'I once heard that there was another one.'

He was now taking the conversation into a new direction. Everyone in here had talked about the Riddles before but this had never once been said before. The barman's statement caused silence as a few more heads to turn and look at him.

'What are you talking 'bout?' an elderly woman asked.

'Well,' the barman repeated. 'I've heard a few things. I heard the Riddle family have another child, or grandchild, some are saying.'

The mood in the room changed again. 'And who did this other person here it from?'

A few people then turned to see who was talking now. He was someone who hadn't been here before. He was looking for information too but he could actually do something about it, if the rumours turned out to be true. The person was sitting in the corner. His face was covered by shadow and he wasn't drinking anything. The locals were curious by the new person.

'Who are you, stranger?' the barman asked gruffly.

The man in the corner wasn't a shy person. He stood up from where he was sitting and he moved from the shadows. He was quite elderly. He made his way over to the bar and it was apparent that the locals had never seen anyone like him before. He was dressed very differently to them. He was wearing long, violet coloured robes with a bright silver belt around his waist.

The man was tall, with white hair and a white beard and his bright blue eyes twinkled behind his half-moon spectacles. He smiled politely at the people who were still watching him. He sat himself down. It was true; he could admit that he was dressed differently. The only person who seemed to have noticed nothing unusual was the elderly woman.

The man looked everyone over before he said anything. With the way he was acting, it was like he was the normal one and it was everyone else that was strange. His blue eyes then searched the room. He wanted to double check that he was safe and that no-one was staring in a different way.

'I am Albus, my good sir,' he said kindly. 'And I have heard these rumours myself. I have come to see if there is any truth to them.'

The barman seemed satisfied with Albus' answer and he continued with his work and another man spoke up. 'Well, I heard that the child was in an orphanage in Bristol but not sure if it's true though.'

Hearing this made Albus very interested indeed. He turned all of his attention to this new person in the conversation. 'May I enquire as to where you heard this information?' asked Albus politely.

The man seemed to have had too much to drink. His hand slipped off the glass for a second before he could fully control himself again. 'Mmm, yes, a lovely chap who works at the bar a few villages away told me. The rumour began there I believe.'

Albus peered down his nose at the man, who was now taking another long sip of his drink. He stood up from his seat and he moved closer to this other man. 'Do you have a name?' Albus asked.

'Yes, I am Herbert, my good fellow,' he said happily. He took another sip of his drink and he coughed slightly.

The barman walked over to them and he handed Albus a drink. Albus nodded his thanks and he took a small sip from it. It would have been rude not to.

'So, Herbert, tell me about this barman and his pub,' Albus said.

Herbert smiled and he gladly told Albus a long-winded tale about his time at the other bar. When Albus finally got to leave he walked to a small, dark area and with nothing more than a thought, he vanished into thin air.


The next night, Albus made his way to the pub he was told about, which was actually several villages away and in a better part of the country. The pub wasn't much better looking on the outside but once Albus was inside he noticed the difference. The inside was much better; the air smelt cleaner and the locals appeared friendlier. He walked to the bar area immediately and waited. He looked around; there weren't too many people in here.

After a few minutes of waiting, a good-looking, middle-aged woman walked out from a back room. Her eyes instantly found Albus waiting there and she smiled as she walked over and stood opposite him.

'Evening, what can I get ya?' she asked in a casual tone.

Albus returned her smile. 'I'll have a sherry, please,' he said gently.

She smiled a little more and she quickly got him his drink. Albus studied her. In appearance she was quite striking, she would be noticed anywhere. Her long, red hair reached her lower back easily and her grey eyes were warm and kind. Her lips were soft pale pink and her skin was clear and pale, like a porcelain doll. As Albus looked at her though, he felt that something wasn't right. There was something about her.

'What's your name, my dear?' Albus asked. For the moment he just wanted to make some general conversation.

The woman began to wiped some glasses clean and replace them around the bar. She didn't seem to mind talking though. 'I'm Isabelle Baylon,' she replied. 'What about you?'

'I am Albus Dumbledore,' he replied. 'This is your bar?'

Isabelle nodded and continued her cleaning. 'Yep, sure is. It first belonged to my grandfather, and then my father and just before he died he asked me to take over, though I'm sure he wished I was a boy.'

'You have no siblings?' asked Albus. He knew this was getting personal but something told him that this woman knew the information that he needed.

'No, I don't,' Isabelle said shaking her head. 'What about you?'

'I have a younger brother,' Albus responded.

It went quiet for a moment. Albus knew he had to be careful. No-one else here had to hear anything but Albus wanted to again make sure that he wasn't being watched or overheard.

'Do you have any children?' Albus asked quietly.

The question got a response that he was looking for. Isabelle was clearly not expecting the question, she had jumped slightly and her eyes had widened in shock. 'N-no,' she said stumbling.

Albus locked his eyes onto hers and Isabelle seemed unable to look away, she held his gaze. Albus then finished his drink quickly and he thanked Isabelle. He got up from his seat and he left the bar slowly. Isabelle's eyes followed him. She looked as though she were about to cry. She shook for a split second before regaining her composure and going back to work.

Albus couldn't help but smile, he now knew the rumours were true. There was another Riddle out there. All he had to do now was go to the orphanage and pick the child up. When he first started on this journey though, he expected to return home with the knowledge of it all being just a rumour.

Most people were celebrating the death of the Dark Lord, though Albus knew he wasn't dead. He was still out there somewhere, barely alive.


Albus arrived in London the next day and he went to the largest orphanage there. He found it amazing that a child that had two parents still alive was here but he knew the mother couldn't forget what happened and the child would be a constant reminder.

He came to the door and he looked at the building and the surrounding area. It was a nice part of London. Albus had to give the mother something at least; she didn't want her child to grow up in a bad situation. The building was nicely kept and the small garden at the front was often attended to. Albus knocked on the front door and a young woman answered.

'Yes? Hello,' she said quickly.

'Good day,' Albus said kindly. 'I am here to enquire about a child.'

The young woman frowned but he asked nothing more. She unlocked the door and opened it widely. She let Albus pass and he thanked her. The young woman then walked over to him and held out her hand. 'Yes, I am Maria. What can I help you with?'

'Well, I have come to see about a child. The surname would probably be Riddle or Baylon.'

Maria frowned again. 'Yes, we have a child with the surname Riddle, and who are you to the child?'

'Oh, please forgive me, I am Albus Dumbledore. I was a good friend of the child's mother and she has asked me to see the child.'

'Are you taking the child with you?'

Albus shrugged slightly. 'If that is possible, then yes, I would be more than happy to give the child a home,' Albus said softly.

'Of course,' Maria replied. 'But please, come and meet her first.'

Albus bowed his head and Maria led the way. They walked down a long hallway and they turned off on the left and began walking up the huge stairway. Albus was quite impressed with how the place looked. If a child had no-one then this place would be a great place for them.

They reached the top and turned left again down another hallway. At the end they walked into a small bedroom, which was highly decorated for a baby. There were four cots in the room and all of them were occupied. Maria walked to the one near the window and Albus followed. The cot was small, and covered in yellow blankets. Albus looked down into the cot.

The baby was fast asleep and was lying quite still. 'Has she been named?' asked Albus.

Maria looked a little embarrassed. 'No,' she said slowly. 'We usually wait for a year and then name them but we're having trouble thinking of the perfect name for this one, but no-one else here has the surname Riddle so we thought it could wait. But I'm sure you might know her parents better and what they might like to name her.'

Albus smiled down at the baby as it moved and coughed slightly. 'Yes, of course,' Albus said smiling. The baby's skin was pale white and the sparse hair on the head was a dark brown. When the baby opened its eyes a little, Albus saw a hint of light brown. Looks just like her father, he thought to himself.

'May I?' he asked indicating to the baby.

Maria nodded. 'I'll go and get the baby's things.'

Maria left and Albus picked the baby up into his arms. She was small and light. She didn't stir when he held her and she didn't awake when a loud noise echoed through the hallway outside, though a few other babies did. Albus reached into his pocket and waved his wand faintly. The babies stopped crying.

When Maria returned she had all the baby's things packed into a bag. Albus couldn't help but feel like they wanted nothing more than to get rid of this child. When Albus left the orphanage he promised to look after her and he made his way home to Godric's Hollow.

He turned his sister's old room in a small nursery and he knew he could change it as she got older. He placed the baby into the cot and he looked down at her again. She still had not awakened. It didn't take long for Albus to think of a name for her.

'Welcome home, Rowena Merope Riddle.'