In The Blood: Ever the Riddle
Part One: Joey's POV
My name is Johanna Amanda Riddle, and I am Voldemort's daughter.
I live in the Riddle House, alone, with the exception of my dead mother's ashes, Amanda Knight. She made the foolish mistake of going up against my father's Death Eaters when I was the age of eight, and she was incinerated instantly.
But, that is only one of the reasons I despise Tom Marvolo Riddle. Another reason? You ask?
Ever since he came back when I was fourteen, I've been engaged to marry goddamn Draco Malfoy. And I'm on my way to the Malfoy Manor for dinner now.
Okay, the children will have good genes. Draco's actually very hot. But I still hate him.
Lucius Malfoy greeted me at the door beside his wife, Narcissa. Draco, who stood a ways behind, was the living embodiment of his father. His posture reassured my suspicions that he was a pompous pureblood who thought himself a prince.
"Hello, Lucius. Narcissa," I said coldly, nodding my head to the couple.
"A beautiful girl!" said Narcissa, embracing me. "A perfect match for our little Draco!"
Draco raised an eyebrow as he observed me, and the thought of him touching me made me want to puke. His hands were staying to himself that night.
"Remind us how old are you?" Lucius asked as he led us to the Dining Room of the Malfoy Manor.
My age was the same as Draco's, I was sure he knew this, but I answered anyways.
"Seventeen, as of next week."
"Then consider this an early gift," Draco announced, and presented me with a velvet box.
No doubt it contained a priceless, dazzling piece of jewelry, but I was disgusted with the way they presented themselves. Servants were kicked out at as we walked, they lavished themselves in silk, velvet and chenille, and their voices held so much self confidence that it almost choked me.
I remembered that, being Voldemort's daughter, I was supposed to act the same.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I leant in to kiss Draco on the cheek, but he turned quickly so our lips met. Lucius and Narcissa looked on, thinking us a happy couple, and my left eye twitched.
Inside the velvet box sat a collar of black silk, on it a rose made entirely of rubies, with leaves of emerald and jade plated on white gold on the center of the choker.
I pulled up my auburn curls as Draco took the piece from me and hooked it around my neck. His fingertips lingered over my throat a little longer than I would have liked, but I quickly jerked away to sit down.
Right about then I was feeling very self conscious about the tight jeans and low cut, lacy spaghetti strapped tank top I wore as the men's eyes lingered on me as I sat down.
"So, do you want children?" Narcissa questioned politely, just as I took a drink of water.
The thought of little Draco-Joeys running around had only crossed my mind once, and I had usually used all my brain power on creating ways to stop the marriage.
"Um, not for…a little while," I stuttered, voice breaking in the middle of my sentence, hand upon my heart. Thinking of Draco seeing, not to mention, touching, me naked, mortified me beyond words. A child would only confirm my place as Joey Riddle-Malfoy. I wished no more than my hardest to be home at the Riddle House, alone in my room, but I had resigned to my fate early in life when I was raised by my father's Death-Eaters.
Through out the night I endured questions about my views on married life, more advances from Draco, and horribly made mince meat and shepard's pie.
"Would you like to stay the night?" Narcissa called out, voice echoing, as I high-tailed it for the door. When I had no response, she added, "I insist."
She knew I was returning home to an empty place, and that I had no one to return to, so I had but one answer.
"Sure."
Much to my displeasure, I was not given my own room, but instead, my existence was piled with Draco Malfoy's.
"Don't touch me," I hissed once I was inside his bedroom.
"Wouldn't dream of it," he smiled mischievously.
Right about then, I wondered if nunneries still existed, and if they'd take an evil born girl such as myself.
Usually I was alone at my home with plenty of room to spread out, but when I returned, two pain staking days later, I found three people sifting through my stuff, rudely throwing my things aside and destroying the order my near-OCD-ness had caused me to create.
"Oi, stop it!" I shouted, wand held at arm's length.
The first person to face me fully was a girl who looked about my age, with puffy, bushy brown hair and a curved physique, a look in her eyes that said she thought herself smarter than everyone else in the room.
The second was none other than bloody rudding Harry Potter, holding onto my old diary. He looked hagrid, green eyes tired, jet black hair stuck up in odd places, glasses slipping down his nose.
The third I could instantly tell was a Weasley, for he stuck out like a sore thumb (Where did that expression come from?) with his flaming hair, freckled features, and lanky body, and I was mortified to see my underwear in his clutch.
Harry whipped out his wand, pointed directly at my neck, and I glared at him.
"Who are you?" he demanded, not blinking, trying to stare me down. Good luck he had, for I had been stared down all my life, and had learned to silently retaliate.
With frosty gray eyes I stared back and answered just as coldly as my look, "My name is Joey, and I believe I could have you locked up for under-aged wizardry and breaking and entering."
I had caught him. He lowered his wand, but none of the three let me leave their eye sight.
"Names, and what are you doing in my home?" I asked, snatching my diary and my underwear from the boys.
"Hermione. Got a hint that something we were looking for would be here," the girl said cautiously, taking in the sight of me.
"That still does not give you permission to destroy my things," I hissed, throwing closed my trunk.
"Your last name is Riddle," the Weasley announced slowly, and I suspected he had looked at my diary also, for that was the only place I had ever put my last name.
"Not so proud of it; now I suggest you remove yourself from my home!" I demanded, throwing open the door and pointing out.
I tried to put myself in their warped minds; to see when in history it had been okay to invade private property, but I really couldn't see it. The appearance of the Golden Trio in my life started something that would lead me down a crazy road with things that challenged the reality I had built for myself for an entire seventeen years.