Sorry it took me so long, but I had the famous writer's block. Anyways –
here goes...
Disclaimer in prev chap.
SORTED
Maria Riddle lay awake for a long time that night. She was thinking everything over and over. Her father definately wouldn't aprove. Neither would any Slytherins, but now at least she could feel free. She could accept herself as a Nymph-child now. And she could accept her love for her father's worst enemy. Suddenly it dawned to her: When she wanted to be like her father that was what made her Slytherin, her longing to reach her goals. Actually she'd had the courage to rebel against the only family- member she had left – Gryffindor. Could that be? Had she changed enough? The hat had yelled "Slytherin" before even touching her head, but now..? She decided to talk to Professor Dubledore in the morning and at that thought she fell asleep with a smile on her full lips.
It was pretty hard to get to talk to him, but after the luch she managed. She was sitting in his office and again she didn't know where to start.
"I'm... er..."
Dumbledore smiled. "You are the daughter of Lord Voldemort," he said.
"You knew all along?," she whispered.
"Yes I did, but we all deserve second chances, and how could I not take just because of your father... and the fact that you're half-blood of course, but it just doesn't seem fair to me."
"The other thing is... I really feel like I've changed during these years at Hogwarts. I wish to be resorted."
"The Hat is never wrong." The voice was serious, but there was a smile on his lips.
"I know that. And I know I was everything a Slytherin should be back then, but now..."
"It won't harm to try," Dumbledore said. "But we have to do it in front of the school, and if you're still Slytherin, they will all hate you for trying to get away. And if you aren't it... Don't think you'll be member of honour, they will hate you for being former Slytherin."
"I wish to try." She was trying to sound older than she was, more mature. More brave.
"We'll do it tonight then."
"Tonight a student has wished to be resorted. We respect that wish so we'll let her. Maria Riddle, come on up."
Maria felt all the eyes in the room on her back. She hadn't told anyone, not even Harry. Professor McGonagall was there, ready with the Hat. Unusually enough it didn't have a rhyme. It was probably hurt that anyone questioned it.
"Miss Riddle, would you please tell us all why you wish this resort?" Dumbledore's voice was encouraging, and with her jaw set in a stubborn expression she spoke.
"I feel that I have rally changed through the last few months. I don't feel like a Slytherin anymore, but I'll let the Hat decide." With that she sat down, and the Hat fell down and covered her head.
You still have much of a Slytherin within you, and becomming something else will cause something big. But I see you have the courage to face that. You are a survivor. You are a "GRYFFIDOR" Maria felt waves of relief flow through her. She wasn't a Slytherin anymore. She felt like she'd finally exited her father's shadow. She went down to the quiet table, where she now belonged. She sat on the corner of a bench, still feeling the stares of the entire Great Hall. Harry stood from where he sat and went over to sit beside her. He gave her a pale smile.
"That was brave, Ria," he said. "And I admire you for doing it." With that he softly kissed her, accompanied by gasps and sighs (from the girls) from the entire hall. Harry Potter and a former Slytherin. She broke it to grin at him.
"We'd better get something to eat, Harry," said she.
"Yeah, you're right. And I'll help you get your stuff to the tower as soon as we're done."
She smiled and kissed his cheak before boarding her plate. She'dnever been as happy as now in her intire life, but then Harry fainted...
Lord Voldemort stared angrily at the crystal that told him what his daughter had done. He had been betrayed – by his own blood, but it was that damned Nymph-blood of hers, and Potter would pay. Come to think of it she could be a good way to get to him. He'd die for her… Finally Voldemort had found a way to get the Potter-boy. They boy who lived, buut for how long??? With that he laid his head back in a monsterous laughter and his deadly eyes shone...
Harry woke up in the hospital wing. He felt a strong pain radiating from his scar and saw Maria sitting by his bed. He remembered seeing Voldemort with a crystal ball, seeing them, and then laugh, laugh as if everything was just okay. Maria wasn't just playing around with him for her father, was she? When he looked at her and saw the consern in her eyes he was proved othervise. It was pure Nymphish love. The kind of love that could not be faked...
How did you like it? Please review and I'll try to have a new chapter next weekend.
Danie.
Disclaimer in prev chap.
SORTED
Maria Riddle lay awake for a long time that night. She was thinking everything over and over. Her father definately wouldn't aprove. Neither would any Slytherins, but now at least she could feel free. She could accept herself as a Nymph-child now. And she could accept her love for her father's worst enemy. Suddenly it dawned to her: When she wanted to be like her father that was what made her Slytherin, her longing to reach her goals. Actually she'd had the courage to rebel against the only family- member she had left – Gryffindor. Could that be? Had she changed enough? The hat had yelled "Slytherin" before even touching her head, but now..? She decided to talk to Professor Dubledore in the morning and at that thought she fell asleep with a smile on her full lips.
It was pretty hard to get to talk to him, but after the luch she managed. She was sitting in his office and again she didn't know where to start.
"I'm... er..."
Dumbledore smiled. "You are the daughter of Lord Voldemort," he said.
"You knew all along?," she whispered.
"Yes I did, but we all deserve second chances, and how could I not take just because of your father... and the fact that you're half-blood of course, but it just doesn't seem fair to me."
"The other thing is... I really feel like I've changed during these years at Hogwarts. I wish to be resorted."
"The Hat is never wrong." The voice was serious, but there was a smile on his lips.
"I know that. And I know I was everything a Slytherin should be back then, but now..."
"It won't harm to try," Dumbledore said. "But we have to do it in front of the school, and if you're still Slytherin, they will all hate you for trying to get away. And if you aren't it... Don't think you'll be member of honour, they will hate you for being former Slytherin."
"I wish to try." She was trying to sound older than she was, more mature. More brave.
"We'll do it tonight then."
"Tonight a student has wished to be resorted. We respect that wish so we'll let her. Maria Riddle, come on up."
Maria felt all the eyes in the room on her back. She hadn't told anyone, not even Harry. Professor McGonagall was there, ready with the Hat. Unusually enough it didn't have a rhyme. It was probably hurt that anyone questioned it.
"Miss Riddle, would you please tell us all why you wish this resort?" Dumbledore's voice was encouraging, and with her jaw set in a stubborn expression she spoke.
"I feel that I have rally changed through the last few months. I don't feel like a Slytherin anymore, but I'll let the Hat decide." With that she sat down, and the Hat fell down and covered her head.
You still have much of a Slytherin within you, and becomming something else will cause something big. But I see you have the courage to face that. You are a survivor. You are a "GRYFFIDOR" Maria felt waves of relief flow through her. She wasn't a Slytherin anymore. She felt like she'd finally exited her father's shadow. She went down to the quiet table, where she now belonged. She sat on the corner of a bench, still feeling the stares of the entire Great Hall. Harry stood from where he sat and went over to sit beside her. He gave her a pale smile.
"That was brave, Ria," he said. "And I admire you for doing it." With that he softly kissed her, accompanied by gasps and sighs (from the girls) from the entire hall. Harry Potter and a former Slytherin. She broke it to grin at him.
"We'd better get something to eat, Harry," said she.
"Yeah, you're right. And I'll help you get your stuff to the tower as soon as we're done."
She smiled and kissed his cheak before boarding her plate. She'dnever been as happy as now in her intire life, but then Harry fainted...
Lord Voldemort stared angrily at the crystal that told him what his daughter had done. He had been betrayed – by his own blood, but it was that damned Nymph-blood of hers, and Potter would pay. Come to think of it she could be a good way to get to him. He'd die for her… Finally Voldemort had found a way to get the Potter-boy. They boy who lived, buut for how long??? With that he laid his head back in a monsterous laughter and his deadly eyes shone...
Harry woke up in the hospital wing. He felt a strong pain radiating from his scar and saw Maria sitting by his bed. He remembered seeing Voldemort with a crystal ball, seeing them, and then laugh, laugh as if everything was just okay. Maria wasn't just playing around with him for her father, was she? When he looked at her and saw the consern in her eyes he was proved othervise. It was pure Nymphish love. The kind of love that could not be faked...
How did you like it? Please review and I'll try to have a new chapter next weekend.
Danie.