Title: The Bad Guy's Daughter

Author: Andie17

Summary: Harry falls in love with a new transfer student who happens to be Dumbledore's granddaughter, but she's got a secret that could endanger the ones she loves most.

Disclaimer: * J.K. Rowling paces back and forth angrily in front of Andie *

J.K. : Andrea Dawn Smith, what have I told you?

Andie: I'm sorry, but I really didn't think that you'd find out. . .

J.K. : AND THAT MAKES IT OKAY FOR YOU TO LET ALL MY CHARACTERS OUT OF MY BASEMENT TO RUN FREE AROUND YOUR STORY? BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T THINK I'D FIND OUT?!?!

Andie: Honestly, I fully intended to have them back in the basement before you got home. . .

J.K. : You're grounded.

Andie looks shamefully down at her feet *

Andie: Okay . . .

The Bad Guy's Daughter
Chapter 1: Family Issues
"He tricked me, Dad. I actually loved him." Lynne was shaking with anger, fear and grief, as tears poured from her blazing blue eyes. "All those months meant nothing to him. . .I was just a game."

"You aren't going to like what I'm going to tell you, but that doesn't matter. Take Amy and leave. Get out of Britain," Dumbledore advised.

"But what about you?" Her voice cracked with raw emotion.

"I have to stay here. Something very important is going to happen tonight. They'll need me here."

"Important?" Her voice faded until her eyes flashed with realization. "He'll go after Lily and James and everyone else. You'll stop it, right?"

"I'll do what I can, but I can't promise everything. Go. Take Amy to Canada, where he can't hurt her."

Lynne finally turned to the adorable ten month old baby girl crawling around on the floor of the office, picking her up carefully.

"Hey, baby," she cooed. "We're going to go on a little trip. Say goodbye to Grandpa."

* * *

Sixteen Years Later

"Honey, I'm home," he called, stepping inside the quaint little house. An older woman, maybe in her late forties, stepped into his path. "My, my, Lynne, you've aged. . .well," he added, almost as an afterthought. She glared at him, but he smiled warmly, the kindness not reaching his eyes. "Miss me?"

"Hardly. Get out. You're not welcome here."

"Tell me, love, where's little Amy? Has she grown?"

"Please leave."

"Mom? Who's here?" a feminine voice called from the basement.

"Is that her?" Tom Riddle's eyes flew to the stairs.

"Stay downstairs."

"Amy, I'm your father," he called to her.

"Get out!" screamed Lynne.

"Come join me. We can rule the world together."

"Never, Tom." She attempted to push him toward the door and he viciously knocked her against the wall. Amy appeared in the kitchen just as Riddle whipped out his wand and screamed.

"AVADA KADAVRA!"

"Mom!" Amy screamed as the life was torn from her mother's body. She rushed to her side, collapsing to her knees and carefully lifting her mother's bleeding head into her lap.

"Amy, she had to die. She was foolish," soothed Voldemort. His daughter's stormy gray eyes glared up at him through her tears. "Join me. Together we will rule to world as father and daughter."

"I have no father."

"Voldemort, step away from her," Dumbledore appeared in the entrance to the house, wand drawn.

"Albus. What a . . . slightly unpleasant surprise."

"Leave this place now. Leave and I won't kill you."

Voldemort knew that he wasn't yet strong enough to take on Dumbledore. He growled menacingly as he raised his wand and murmured "Disapprato." Amy blinked and her father was gone. Dumbledore slowly approached her, kneeling down next to her.

"Amy, I need you to get your things together as quickly as possible. We have to leave here now. It's not safe." She looked up at him, eyes conveying sadness and confusion.

"But Mom. . ." He laid a hand on her shoulder comfortingly.

"The Ministry of Magic will take care of it. Let's go."

* * *

'I know you don't want to, but it's good to be around people. It'll help keep you from going into withdrawl.' Oh, I'll withdraw you, Amy thought menacingly as she remembered her grandfather's words as he calmly explained why she'd be taking the Hogwarts Express to school. But Grampa, she thought sarcastically, I've just seen my father kill my mother in cold blood less than twelve hours ago. I apologize if I'm feeling less than hospitable.

She watched the energetic bustle of students hurrying around Platform 9 ¾ through the window of her compartment on the train. The crowd soon thinned noticeably and her digital watch beeped eleven o'clock.

The locomotive lurched forward, away from the platform and she sighed as it picked up speed. She looked up when she heard the hiss of the compartment door sliding open.

A handsome blond boy gazed down at her, clearly surprised at seeing someone he hadn't already met. He soon recovered and slid into the seat across from her with an aura of arrogance that made her want to punch him.

" 'Ello, beautiful. I'm Draco Malfoy." Amy's indifferent expression remained the same.

"That's nice." Her response didn't deter him.

"You're new to Hogwarts, I reckon." Not wanting to encourage further conversation, she didn't respond.

"Malfoy, you've been talking to the poor girl for thirty seconds and she's already sick of you. Take the hint." Another boy, with dark hair and bright green eyes, appeared in the compartment doorway. Malfoy stood defensively, glaring at the other boy.

"I see you still think you're better than everyone else, Potter."

"Your dumbass comments obviously aren't impressing her, Malfoy." The blond glanced back at Amy, who had returned to staring blankly out the window. Malfoy shrugged and pushed passed Harry. "Sorry about him. He really loves to hear himself speak." Amy gave him a kind of half smile.

"Thanks," she said softly.

"Do you mind if my friends and I sit with you? The other cars are filled." She shook her head and watched Harry and two other people sit down. "I'm Harry Potter and these are my friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger."

"Amy Haskell." She didn't know why, but she immediately like this guy. And he was kind of cute, too.

"Did you transfer to Hogwarts?" asked Hermione. Amy nodded.

"How come?" Ron inquired. Amy's sort-of smile slipped.

"I'd rather not talk about it, if you don't mind."

"No problem," Harry said. "Do you know what house you'll be in?"

"Gryffindor."

"How do you know?"

"I got sorted a long time ago one summer when I came to visit my grandfather."

"Who's your grandfather?"

"Albus Dumbledore."

A/N: Okay, don't expect the updating to be regular whatsoever, because this fic is taking a backseat to my like . . .five other ones, k? I will update, so do check, but just not as often as my other fics. Hope you liked the beginning tho. r/r