I was bored, so I started writing this on my iPod in May 2011. By the way, I only own Lia Salton, Annabella "Anna" Potter (Harry's fraternal twin sister), Trayton "Tray" Malfoy, Trent, Mackenzie-Lexie "Mackenzie" and Dalton Riddle, and all the Saltons. The rest of the characters belong to JK Rowling. And Hermione is replaced by Lia in the Golden Trio.

"Any man can be a father; it takes a special kind to be a Dad"

I woke in a cold sweat when I noticed Dad was uncovering me, about to wake me up by the looks of it.

"Oh, Mackenzie-Lexie, you had a bad dream, baby. I was just about to wake you. Draco and Trent were walking by your room when they heard you screaming. They came in, but couldn't wake you. They came and got me. I figured you were just recovering from the Dragon Pox, but was afraid you'd scream yourself hoarse." Dad put his arm around my shoulders and kissed my forehead. "Do you want to tell me about your dream?"

"Okay." I sat up a little bit. "Well, I was in the dungeons and Nagini had me trapped. For the first time, when he spoke, I couldn't understand him, even though I'm Parseltongue. Nagini bit me, and then you came in and used the Killing Curse on me. But before you did, I kept screaming why are you doing this to me? You just laughed, than killed me." As I spoke, I shoke violently.

Dad smoothed my wet hair around my face. "I'd never kill you, Makenzie-Lexie. And if anyone does, I'll hunt you down and Avada Kedavra them a million times. Same goes for anyone who harms Trent and Dalton. And I promise, Nagini well not do that to you." With a final kiss on my forehead, Dad left.

Maybe I should explain myself. Hey, I'm Mackenzie-Lexie Riddle, but I prefer Mackenzie. Yes, because my last name is Riddle, I am related to Tom Marvolo Riddle, otherwise known as Lord Voldemort. Infact, he's my Dad. I know, I know, you think I'm some evil girl who speaks Parseltongue and thinks my Dad has the right idea about killing Muggles and Muggle-borns. But I'm actually a really sweet girl, nice to everyone, and I think my Dad has the wrong idea about Muggles and Muggle-Borns. But I do speak Parseltongue and I do like snakes.

I have one older brother who is going into second year named Trent Riddle who is best friends with Draco Malfoy, and a nine year old brother named Dalton Riddle. My best friend is Lucius' daughter and Draco's eleven year old younger sister, Trayton Malfoy, but I call her Tray. The fact that I call her Tray has always been our own little secret. I do hate some of the Death Eaters, like Bellatrix, Avery, Alecto and Amycus Carrow, Crabbe, and Goyle. But I do like Regulus Black and Narcissa Malfoy. Their always nice to my brothers and me.

My Dad is really mean to other people and the Death Eaters, but when he's around Trent, Dalton and me he's the normal, protective Dad who loves his kids too much. I wish he could be like that all the time, but he's not.

Dad isn't strict; he just doesn't want us to get hurt. About a year after Dalton was born—eight years ago—my Mom died. Someone murdered here with a Killing Curse. My Dad and the Death Eaters tracked him down and murdered him and his wife, James and Lily Potter. Nine years later, Dad murdered Anessa Salton, because . . . well, I forget what he told us was the reason. The only reason I'm not mad at him is because James killed Mum, and Anessa . . . well, I still forget. But I agreed to the whole thing because Harry Potter and Lia-Annemarie "Lia" Salton are meant to kill Dad. I couldn't let that happen. But the boy, Harry, his twin sister Annabella, the girl, Lia, her Dad, and brothers Bradley, Casey, Stephen, Jared and Zack Salton live while Dad is barely holding onto life. Everyone in our family—Death Eaters included, with the exception of the kids because Dad said no—gave him some of their magic, so he's getting stronger. But he still needs the blood of both Lia and Harry to come back fully.

I woke up to a bright sky shining in my bedroom window. I sat straight up in bed and yawned while searching my room for signs of Tray. My brothers, Dad and I stay in the safest part of Riddle Manor, while the Malfoys and Death Eaters stay in the oldest, most deadly and dangerous part of Riddle Manor. In that part, snakes roam freely, dark centaurs, hell hounds and bad ghosts also roam freely, but they can't get to our wing. So, when the Death Eaters start screaming and dueling each other, and Tray gets scared, she comes under the home made invisibility cloak I made her.

Tray wasn't there. Maybe they left to go to Diagon Alley, or Tray just slept with Narcissa and Lucius or maybe Draco. I slung my legs over the side of my bed, got up and walked out of my room, only to run into Bellatrix.

She smiled her evil, maniac smile. Face it, this chick's a lunatic. "Why, Riddelette, what are yo doing here? You were supposed to be gone to Diagon Alley to pick up your books for Hogwarts, not lazing round here." Bellatrix gave me a look up and down, than gagged a horrible, disgusting sound. "You look horrible . . . what is it? Madeline? Emily? Caroline? Lunette-Marie? Shelby? Mina? Christina? Sar—?"

"Mackenzie-Lexie." My fear was clear in my voice and it was painted on my face.

"Right. Mackenzie." She pushed me hard towards the dining hall. Bellatrix wrapped her hand tightly around my wrist, grazing my skin with her fingernails, and starting to drag me towards the dining hall.

Before Dad could see the pain she was putting me in, Bellatrix dropped her hands and plastered on a huge smile before walking in after me and sitting by her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange.

Smiling, Dad said, "Mackenzie-Lexie, you were supposed to go with aunt Narcissa, Trayton, Trent and Draco to get your Hogwarts books." Dad gestured to the chair beside him. I sat down with Dalton across from me, Regulus beside me on my left, and Dad on my right, at the head of the table.

"But Daddy, I want to go with you to get my books. Not aunt Narcissa. I love her; I just want to go with you."

Dad chewed his lip a minute, looking into my left eye and then my right. "Well, I don't see why not."

"B—b—but my Lord! Witches and wizards might see you and try to attack you!" Pettigrew stuttered. I could see the fear rolling off of him in waves.

"I well use the Rotor Potion to make me look in my late 20's. I well look completely different."

Breakfast went by quickly. When I was done, I excused myself and ran to my room. I rapidly put on a pair of blue knee high jean shorts, a pink t-shirt, white flats, swung a straightner through my dirty blond hair, and put on the new black cloak that we bought at Madame Malkin's a few days previous. With my glittering, flawlessly blue eyes that shone like the sky, I looked like a supermodel, if I do say so myself. When I was satisfied, I filed down the stairs.

A man who was wearing a black cloak on was sitting on the couch closest to the fireplace. He was pale, with brown hair, brownish-grey eyes, skinny with a strong build, about 6'5", full pink lips, chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, and rounded nose. The strange man saw me and stood up. "Are you ready to go, Mackenzie-Lexie?"

I climbed down the last step, landing on the dark hardwood floor. "Dad?" requested.

"In the flesh and magic."

"Wow. You look . . . young." I was a lost for words.

Dad smiled. It was the first time I actually saw his teeth, and they were purely white. "Yes, I know darling. Well, we really must be heading off to Diagon Alley to do some shopping."

Trotting over to me, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and we Apparated to Diagon Alley to pick up my school supplies.

I really hope you guys like this story. I really liked it. I know this has been done a lot, but I added a twist in the end. And in every other story I've read about Voldemort's daughter, Voldemort is really mean. -Cammie