Before you begin. This story was was written in like 2005? I probably should know this, but I know it was 2005 or 2006. I know that the whole Voldemort's daughter thing might be kind of old and seem unoriginal, but it was very new when my best friend and I wrote this story on quizilla. It was really popular on Harrypotterfanfiction and quizilla but I advise that you don't got to either of those places to read this story because it has been edited and this story is pretty different especially in Harrypotterfanfiction terms but they have strict rules on the content of stories (rather annoying). I would love to have reviews to this story, because they are great to read, but this story has already been written so ideas/criticism would kind of be pointless, but if there is something in my writing that annoys you after this chapter, feel free the let me know and if it is reasonable I will try and correct it.

I have a Mac so I'm hoping that didn't screw anything up, I skimmed it but if something is terribly wrong please let me know.

I want everyone to know that I posted this here for people to enjoy it hopefully as much as those on the other sites. No one is holding a gun to your head and making you read this so if you don't like it, stop reading, I don't care and my feelings won't be hurt. Also this is not a poser, if you are really concerned that I am a copycat, you can message me on my quizilla account (same as this one) and I will respond telling you it is really me.

Without further ado please enjoy "You're Going to Get What You Deserve".

Disclaimer: I don't own anything J.K. Rowling owns nor do I try and pretend to. Good enough?

Plain Jane, that's who I am, well my name is actually Violet Elddir (don't worry if you cant pronounce it, no one can. Just say 'El-der,' that's how I tell most people to say it) but anyways 'Plain Jane' describes me. No, I'm not someone who would get a second look by an attractive guy walking down the streets. I'm not the girl that has too many acquaintances to even keep track of. I can't fit into a size two anything. My boobs are a 'C' and my hair, well it's black, long, shinny, and smooth, but no one would ever know because its always up in some disoriented bun, or pony tail.

I don't think I own makeup if I do it's that Barbie lipstick crap you had when you were six.

I don't think a sixteen year old wears that stuff anymore.

My eyes are a piercing violet with blue around the pupil; my mother said that is how I got my name.

How creative of her.

These beautiful eyes of mine are hidden by the thick lenses I have to wear making them look smaller than they are (I'm still trying to figure out a charm to make my eyesight 20/20, no such luck). I live with my mother, and my stepfather.

As for my real father, well, don't know who my real father is. My mom said he died in a car accident when I was almost a year old. I've seen pictures of him from when he was at Hogwarts, which is where I go now. We'll talk about my Hogwarts life in a couple of minutes, but right now let's take a small look back at my father. I have a hard time believing my mother sometimes because well every time I ask a professor about my father they said I'm the first 'Elddir' to come through Hogwarts. I don't question my mother though; I don't question anyone for that matter.

The consensus would be that I'm what you like to call a 'doormat'. Well I guess it looks like we're back to the subject of ME! How exciting?!

Please note my sarcasm.

Anyways I'm in the middle of my 6th year at Hogwarts. I'm a Slytherin, I have no idea why.

That crazy hat said, "Quiet, smart, and lacking boldness, but there is some hidden courage. However, I want to put in you in Ravenclaw, but something speaks differently to me, so let it be...SLYTHERIN." And that's when all my fellow Slytherins stood up, clapped, and whistled.

No actually they were all talking amongst themselves not even noticing I sat down. Luckily for me I sat across from the other 1st years. I think they were the only ones that actually acknowledged my presence. I remember one annoying bleach kind of blonde haired boy, with these brilliant blue eyes who made the first comment to me. It was something like,

"What do you want, muggle-lover?"

Remember I said they acknowledged me, but I didn't say it was positive comments. When the boy made that comment to me, he might as well have hexed me.

At the time I didn't know that. I was raised around these 'muggles' who I just presumed were people.

"What's wrong with muggles...?" I couldn't finish directing the question to him because I didn't know his name. I must have been admiring the great hall when he was called up to be sorted.

Lucky me, he introduced himself, "The name is Draco Malfoy, you sorry excuse for a Slytherin, now leave my sight before you give us all your muggle loving coodies."

I know what a mature, charming boy right?

"So why bring him up?" You might be asking yourself. And that is as simple as my N.E.W.T test was; this boy never stopped taunting me for the next 5 and a-half years of my wizarding life.

"Alright, class dismissed!"

I heard someone who sounded like Professor Snape yell.

Crap.

I had totally gone into a trance and now I missed half of class! Whatever...just my luck! I grab my books and turned around towards the door quickly.

But just then I smashed right into someone's chest, sending all of my books and papers onto the floor.

GREAT!

With this luck I'll never get to class on time! With my papers whirling around across the room and my books all over the floor. I slowly open my eyes, which had naturally squinted from reflex.

"Watch where you're going freak!!" I heard a deep and familiar voice yell at me.

Right away I knew it was Draco Malfoy.

"Sorry," I mumbled. Like I said I'm pretty much considered a 'doormat'. I never quite know what to say in these situations, and I haven't got the best wit...so I just stay pretty quiet and keep to myself.

I look over and saw Draco standing there with a disgusted look on his face as he was wiping off his chest. As if I had "cooties" or something. Please Draco, grow up already.

I started picking up my books and gathering all of my papers in a hurry, I only had a few minutes to get to class, and I had to make it all the way up to Divination. I always liked that class.

Ms Trelawney was my favorite teacher. I could relate a lot to her and she actually noticed me. Although many other people disliked her and thought of her as weird, I always admired her eccentricity. I looked up at Draco, part of me almost expecting for him to help me gather my things, considering he had some part into the whole clumsy mess that had just occurred. But my senses were soon revived and I regained the hate for Draco that had been vastly progressing over my 6 years at Hogwarts.

"What are you looking at Elddir?" Draco said rather rudely as he raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, looking at me with a rather sarcastic and mean looking face.

"Oh...um...s-s-sorry." I stammered out weakly, picking up the last of my papers. Draco rolled his eyes, "You're a disgrace," he hissed, walking out of the room casually with his hands in his pockets.

I have to be in class for another hour with him.

That'll be fun...

I ran out of Snape's room and hurried to my class. I was slowed down by a few people who bumped into me, but thankfully I didn't drop my books this time. I swear sometimes, I truly believe that I have an invisibility cloak on me 24/7. People just walk right into me and ignore my existence.

CRAP MS. TRELAWNEY IS WALKING INTO THE ROOM!

I sprint into class and mere seconds later Ms. Trelawney came in through the door.

"Hello Class. Welcome to Divination. Please get out your teacups as we will be reading tea leaves again today. I think you might need some extra practice on that...so I'll partner you up, grab your tea cups quickly."

I walk over to a large table that has many teacups on it, but I just get shoved out of the way as people make a mad dash towards the table frantically grabbing teacups.

Pathetic really.

But I make my way over and grab a teacup, sitting back down at my table silently. I stare around aimlessly waiting for my name to be called, to see which partner I would have.

It wouldn't matter anyways they would probably say something like "Who's that?" Or my favorite, "I don't think she's here today."

Unfortunately my partner did know who I was, "Mr. Malfoy, and Ms. Elddir." Joy...this is exactly what I need.

Why must Merlin punish me so?

It must be something my father had done in the past and now I'm being punished.

Draco smirks and walks over to the table I was sitting at with his tea cup. I must admit he looked quite funny carrying a teacup around. But I quickly averted my eyes back to Ms. Trelawney waiting for further instructions.

When she didn't seem to be giving any I heard Draco tapping his foot impatiently.

"Bloody hell, Elddir, do you have a crush on Ms. Trelawney or are you just too stupid to know what it is you're doing," Draco asked leaning back in his chair, hands resting comfortably behind his head.

I only let out a small sigh and handed him my teacup. He sat back up in his chair pushing his cup toward me, as he started examining mine with amusement.

He cocked an eyebrow examining it more, which I didn't notice because I was looking at his. Fame, fortune, power...the stuff you would expect to see in Draco Malfoys teacup. I then wrote down what I saw on my parchment when I heard him set my cup down.

Well he actually sort of dropped it, but not far enough so it would break, but hard enough so it made a loud clacking sound. I looked up quickly only to see him looking at the cup wide eyed, and then his eyes slowly looked at me.

"W-W-What?" I manage to softly say looking from the cup to him.

Ms. Trelawney comes walking over, "Mr. Malfoy, I would appreciate it if you treated the teacups with respec-t."

It was then through her thick glasses, a little thicker than mine, and her puffy hair did she look at Draco's still wide eyed expression that he had cast on me. She looked at me and I shrugged utterly confused about what was going on.

Picking up the teacup she looked at Draco again to see that his mouth drop was now closed but he was still staring intently at me. I look at him then back at Ms. Trelawney who is now examining my cup. I couldn't help but being very confused, the whole class was looking at me. I think some people didn't even know my name; I'm actually pretty sure they didn't.

My thoughts were broken when Ms. Trelawney began to speak, "Oh my," was all she said.

"Oh my," she said it again...ok I knew she was weird which is why I like her, but she was being ridiculous.

"What?" I managed to sum up the courage to ask such a simple question.

Ms. Trelawney looked at me, "Come my dear, we need to see Professor Dumbledore."

The class let out a gasp making me tremble. I was shaking in fear. I have never had to go to Professor Dumbledore's office before; I wonder what it is that was in my cup but I never got the chance to look at it, which is pretty annoying.

Ms. Trelawney grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the class room along with my tea cup in her other hand.

She was walking at a fast pace and I couldn't help but stumble a bit along the way.

"What's going on!?" I asked a bit impatiently.

She just kept walking, completely ignoring my question all together. She dragged me into a large room and over towards a large bird shaped statue.

"Sherbet Lemon," she said.

A large rumbling noise soon filled the room and the statue began to move, revealing a large staircase. I walked, well pulled rather, up the stairs. Ms Trelawney led me through a large room, everywhere I looked I saw books and papers, it seemed to be an office. There was a beautiful bird sitting on a perch, walking closer towards it I recognized it as the Phoenix. I must say, those are quite amazing birds too bad I couldn't really admire it. My nerves really started freaking out when I saw Professor Dumbledore sitting over at his desk.

"Good day Ms Trelawney, who is this young girl?" Ms Trelawney nodded and forcefully walked closer to the desk, still holding me by the arm.

"Professor Dumbledore, this is Violet Elddir, she's a 6th year."

He looked at me, examining my face, and then looked over my shoulder in thought.

"Hmm...Elddir...sounds familiar..." he said very softly as he stroked his chin with his hands.

"I need you to look at this sir." Ms. Trelawney said handing him my teacup. I just stood there playing with the lining of my robes nervously; my hands were slowly getting more and more clammy. His face had grown from being a normal color, to being as white as a sheet.

"Ah yes, Elddir. I remember now..."

I looked at him with a bit of anger, "What is wrong with my tea cup!?" I burst out then quickly covered my mouth embarrassed. Professor Dumbledore looked down at the ground and sighed, "I guess it's about time that you knew."

He mumbled to himself. I gulped as he began to speak again.

"Take a seat," he said motioning me over to a chair in front of his desk, "professor, please get a hold of Ms. Elddir's mother and ask her to get her immediately, I will allow her come through the fireplace since this is urgent."

Professor Trelawney nodded and quickly left the office.

"Violet, do you know who your father is?" I looked at him as though he was stupid.

Is this guy for real?

"Well yeah, his name was Thomas Elddir. My mother said that he went to this school. I did some research on him recently, but I couldn't find him...but I know my mom said that she met him here," I rambled.

Knowing what I know now, I feel really bloody stupid for answering this way.

Dumbledore nodded, clasping his hands together, resting his chin on them, "Well, your father did go here. But, there was no 'Tom Elddir'. Your father's real name was...Tom Riddle, Violet."

It was a miracle that I didn't pass out.

Sorry if it seemed cliche. It wasn't when I wrote it in 2005 or 2006. Either way I hoped you liked the first chapter and hey I hoped people are still reading Draco/OC stories.