Hello everyone. So this is my first attempt at a Harry Potter fanfic. I hope you enjoy it, it won't be anywhere near as good as the original! I'm currently rewriting my first two chapters and then will be adding more later on. IMPORTANT: This story takes place after Book 5 and after Harry gets to the Weasley house.

A long, dark corridor lay ahead of him as he made his way quickly down the hall, not even bothering to keep his hurried footsteps quiet. He lifted his wand to shed some light on his path as he made a sharp turn to his left. His anticipation rose as he realized he was in the correct hall now. He had been given a mission, one that he did not fully understand, but one that he planned to complete for his master. He lifted his wand even higher as he came upon a door. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was yet another enchantment that he had to get past. He cautiously grabbed the handle and turned it to the left, only to discover that the door had been locked.

" Alohomora." He said with a flurry of his wand.

The lock sprung open and revealed a small, dark room. This was it. What he had been sent to retrieve should be in this very room. He entered the small, damp room and lifted his wand even higher, expecting something to catch his eye. There were no windows on any of the four walls. A revolting smell filled his nostrils as he took a step further into the small room. The only furnishings to be seen were a small blanket in the corner and a rusty toilet fitted against the wall. The place looked as if it hadn't been lived in for a while. The man searched the room for a little while longer, determined that he would find some type of disillusionment charm or other enchantment hiding what his master wanted to badly. When he could find nothing, he cursed lowly to himself before going out the door he had entered. He looked up and in the wand light read the engraving above the door: ' E.J.R. High Security'. Beneath that was a silvery 'A' that looked as though it had been carved there recently.

Taking one last look in the room, the man cursed once again before making his way out of the room, and through the corridors and enchantments that had blocked his entrance. Once he reached the door, he placed a disillusionment charm on himself, making sure he couldn't be seen. He exited the dark corridor and hurried to a nearby elevator, which took him up to the main floor. He rushed out of the open elevator doors before the cool female voice even had a chance to announce the name of the floor he had reached.

Without stopping, the man turned mid-step, disappearing from the empty lobby with a loud crack. Moments later, he reappeared in front of the gates to a large, white manor some fifty miles away from his departure point. With a wave of his wand, he walked directly through the solid gate. After he passed through, the metal hardened yet again. He walked up a staircase and ended up in a family room. The room was dimly lit by a low fire in the fireplace.

"Well? Where is it?" A cold, high voice asked from an armchair facing the fire.

"M-M-my Lord, I...I checked everywhere...Did every counter charms and spells I could think of...b-b-b-but..." He stammered, afraid of the wrath of his lord and master.

"But what?" The same cold voice asked, in an angry whisper, his hands clenching.

"The room was empty...my Lord." The man whispered, cringing as though he expected a blow.

"WHAT?" His lord shot out of his chair, his red, snake-like eyes flashing as he took quick angry strides towards his servant, who was now bowing down to him as he shook in fear.

"T-there was nothing, my Lord. I tried. I looked everywhere...all that was there was a blanket a-a-" The man stammered but was cut off.

"I don't care about the furniture in that room! You have failed me!" Voldemort yelled as he pulled out his wand.

" M-M-My Lord. I tried, but there was nothing. Someone must have taken her or-" The man tried to redeem himself.

"Oh, yes. Obviously." Voldemort spat as he looked at the quivering man before him with disgust, "I hope you have more to report to me, or this may very well be the last time you will ever even think about breathing."

The man searched him memory for anything, anything that would spare him his life. Suddenly his eyes widened, "T-There was something engraved beneath the identification plate above the door, my Lord."

Voldemort stared down at his servant unimpressed as he waited for him to continue. Deciding that the man needed some encouragement, Voldemort raised his wand and said forcefully, "Crucio." The man at his feet writhed in pain, yelling out in an attempt to stop the pain. Almost as soon as it had started, the pain stopped.

" I-I-It was a letter 'A', my Lord. It looked as though it had been carved recently and looked silvery." The man said hurriedly, not wanting to anger his master any further with his hesitation.

Voldemort's eyes widened and his face contorted into a look of pure rage, "You let Dumbledore get to it before you did?"

"M-My Lord, I didn't-"

"You let that filth get his hands on it? Do you realize what this means? Do you realize what you have done?" Voldemort hissed, pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace.

"My Lord, I-"

"ENOUGH! You have failed me. I asked you to do one thing!" Voldemort came to a stop in front of the trembling on the floor. He raised his wand and pointed it at the trembling wizard at his feet, " Avada Kedavra!"

A jet of green light shot out of the end of the wand and headed straight for the man at his feet. He instantly fell dead as Voldemort's anger filled roar ripped through the night air.

Harry awoke with a start and sat straight up in his bed, his scar searing. Voldemort was angry, no pissed. He had lost something, something important. Something that seemed obviously more important than the prophecy in which he had attempted to retrieve months earlier.

Harry frowned in thought. He was sure he had heard Voldemort say Dumbledore at taken whoever 'it' was. Harry groped about on the nightstand for his glasses and then pushed them onto his nose. He looked down at the shabby watch that rested next to where his glasses had previously been. It read 9:30.

"9:30? Surely Mrs Weasley would have woken us up by now?" Harry thought out loud to himself.

As if answering his question, Mrs. Weasley burst into the room, pulling out her wand to draw the curtains from the windows, flooding the room with sunshine.

"Up and at 'em boys! Oh, Harry. You're already awake. Good. Dumbledore's just sent word that he'll be here shortly. It's pretty important. Up, Ron. Now!" Mrs. Weasly pointed her wand at the twin bed across from Harry's and the blankets that had previously been covering Ron snapped off of him, revealing his mismatched pajamas, the pants not quite long enough to cover his legs completely.

Ron grumbled something that sounded like a foreign language before groggily looking up at his mother, "Mum, it can't be past ten. Give a man some rest, would you?"

"Man? What man?" Said another female voice as the figure of Hermione stepped into the room as well, smirking.

"Bloody hell! What are you doing in here?" Ron shot up as he hurried to cover himself with the pillow beneath his head, the blankets out of reach.

"Oh, honestly Ron. Get up. You heard your mum. Dumbledore's on his way! He should be here any minute." Hermione smiled brightly then went to leave the room, but quickly stuck her head in once more, "Morning Harry!"

"Morning." Harry mumbled as he got out of bed, only half listening to Ron as he grumbled something about having no privacy what-so-ever.

"I mean honestly, Harry." Ron continued to complain as the two made their way down the stairs to get some breakfast fifteen minutes late, "What if one of us had been changing?"

"Well I'd hope you wouldn't change with your mum in the room, or me for that matter." Harry joked but Ron simply ignored him and continued on his rant.

"She just charged right into the room like she was the bloody Queen of England. Not even a warning, or a knock on the door. I tell you, there's no privacy at all in this house." Ron finished his rant as they stepped into the kitchen to see a familiar face.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry greeted with a smile as his mentor looked back at him with a friendly smile, his blue eyes twinkling, yet somewhat troubled.

"Hello, Harry. Ron. I was just about to begin. Sit, sit." Dumbledore motioned for them to join the rest of the people at the table.

Harry sat down and looked around the table. Mr. and Mrs Weasley next to him followed by Ginny, Hermione, Fred, George, Lupin, Bill, Charlie, Dumbledore himself, then Ron. Leaning against the counter was Kingsley and standing near the door was Mad-Eye Moody, his enchanted eye looking back through his head, never once moving, as though he was watching something.

Dumbledore sighed and pushed his half-moon spectacles up higher onto his nose, then clasped his hands together on the table in front of him, "As you know, I have recently been off doing some...er...research on my own as of late...Oh, I don't know where to even begin."

"Start from the beginning, Professor." Hermione suggested timidly.

"But it is such a long story." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with amusement.

"Fine by me, sir." Harry spoke up, and nods of agreement were seen around the table.

"Very well." Dumbledore sighed, "After, well, everything that had went on at the Ministry of Magic recently, I have been back and forth many times, helping repair some damage-" Dumbledore winked slightly at Harry, then continued "-and talking with the Minister, Cornelius at the time. While I spoke with the Fudge, I learned something very disturbing. He told me of a young girl, your age actually Harry, whom they were keeping prisoner in the ministry. I asked to see the girl, naturally, and they took me through a series of enchantments and corridors that I couldn't even begin to tell you about, seeing as there were so many. Finally, we came to a door. A door marked 'E.J.R. High Security'. Fudge opened the door and what I saw was, well it was shocking...and repulsing."

Dumbledore paused for a moment, sadness dimming his bright eyes.

"Please...continue, Professor." Ginny encouraged in a small voice, shy about speaking in front of the Headmaster.

Dumbledore looked up and smiled, "Yes, of course...There was a young girl inside the room. She looked strangely familiar, although I could not place her. The room was horrible, only a toilet and a blanket for the young woman. Then, four wizards pushed past us and started performing the Cruciatus Curse on her, right there in front of our eyes!"

Mrs. Weasley gasped, her hand flying to cover her mouth as she looked at Dumbledore with wide eyes, "The Ministry? Using the Cruciatus Curse on the girl? You never told me this before, Albus."

"Molly, please." Arthur murmured, eager to hear the end of Dumbledore's account.

"My thoughts exactly, Molly." Dumbledore shook his head slowly, "I was outraged, threatened to spill the ministry's secret punishment of this prisoner right then and there...but Fudge only laughed. He said that if I came through with my threat, he would receive the support of over half the wizarding world for what he was doing. They were still torturing her too, asking all sorts of questions. Mostly 'where is he' although I am not sure how they would expect her to know that, after all…" Dumbledore shook his head, "Well anyways, on with my story. I asked Fudge how long this had been going on and it's been happening for years, years! Since she was 7, so I'd say it's been about nine years of nonstop torture, almost ten."

"But how could they do that to her?" Molly asked as her face contorted into a mixture of rage and disgust. Even Fred and George looked about ready to hurl.

"That's what I asked. I asked Fudge how they could torture a young, innocent girl and get away with it. He locked up his own son for using said curse, and yet he turned around and ordered it performed on the girl. When he gave me her name...I realized why...why he justified his form of torture." Dumbledore paused and looked at no one in particular, "Her name is Evelyn, Evelyn Jade Riddle."

Time seemed to stop as everyone processed the information. Charlie was the first to recover from it, "Riddle? So... so you mean to say that she's a...she's a relative of You-Know-Who?"

"Not just any relative." Dumbledore continued, "She's his daughter."

The reaction was instantaneous. Everyone, excluding Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, stood and shouted about the impossibilities, about how Fudge had gone looney. Kingsley and Moody simply look at each other, shaking their heads slowly as they winced at the loud yells. When Dumbledore made no attempt to tell the people around the table that they were correct, and that Fudge had gone nuts the yells changed into outraged yells, wondering how this bit of information had slipped unnoticed throughout the years.

"Silence!" Dumbledore commanded and everyone who was standing sat down at once, "I know this may come as a shock to you but it has indeed been proven. One look at her alone would tell you that she is, indeed, the daughter of Voldemort, although the identity of her mother remains unknown for now."

"Well I hope you left that slimey git where she belongs. Let her rot, she deserves it after what her father's done." George yelled, followed by a yell of agreement from all his brothers and a slight nod in agreement from his sister. Mrs. Weasley looked about ready to strangle him.

"Now, that's what I expected you to say. But first, let me plead her case." Dumbledore looked slightly irritated at George's rash decision, "Evelyn has never known her father. When she was born, my guess, which much of the evidence I have found supports, is that Voldemort killed her mother on the spot once she introduced him to his child. Voldemort then sent Evelyn to be raised by one of his servants as a way to cut himself off from her. My guess as to why he did not kill her immediately is to see if she had any extraordinary powers, being a child of his own. When she was one, however, Voldemort met his downfall. His servant, in a panic, decided to keep her hidden, locked away in the cellar. When she was seven however, her keeper couldn't stand the risk anymore. To be found with Voldemort's heir would be like openly admitting his allegiance to Voldemort. Instead, he turned her over to the Ministry anonymously. He dropped her off in the lobby and left before anyone could see him and she has been there ever since."

"Who cares? She's the daughter of the enemy! Who knows what she can do? And what she'll tell You-Know-Who when he finally does break her out." Fred said, crossing his arms over his chest as he tried to prove her point.

"Ahh, but that is where he might have a problem. You see, I, with the help of Alastor here and Hagrid, have already gotten her out of the cell. With Cornelius's approval, however forced it might have been." Dumbledore's announcement was met with furious yells of disagreement.

"QUIET, YOU LOT!" Mrs. Weasley yelled, glaring down at the children as she stood out of her chair, "Do you realize who it is you're yelling at right now?"

"Yea, I do. And to be honest Dumbledore, I think you've lost your marbles letting her free. What do you plan to do with her, eh? Send her to Hogwarts?" Fred laughed, but his laughter died as he saw Dumbledore made no move to deny it. "Oh, you can't be serious?"

"Oh I'm quite serious, actually. The girl is very bright, a little shy but charming, and will undoubtedly make a fine addition to our school." Dumbledore smiled.

"What? You're going to let her come into our school? When Voldemort could be anywhere?" Harry voiced his own opinion.

"Yes, yes I am. I thought you of all people should know what it's like to be prejudged because of something you had no control over. I thought you might understand her." Dumbledore frowned.

"Understand her? Oh, I understand her all right. Her Dad killed my bloody parents!" Harry shouted, his anger getting the better of him.

Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat and said quietly, "I have had quite enough of you lot. Before anyone says anything else I think I should mention something. She'll be staying with us for the remainder of the summer."

Mrs. Weasley's announcement was answered with even more disagreement than ever before. Mr. Weasley stood up, red in the face.

"ENOUGH!" He yelled, quieting all the children immediately, "Your mother, Albus, and I have all agreed that this is the best move. Evelyn needs to interact with witches and wizards who are the same age as her, and also to realize that not everyone is aimed at harming her. She has grown up an outcast her entire life. She will not be unwelcome her as well. You will be kind to her and respect the wishes of your mother and I. And Fred, George, will we will be alliwng you to go and stay at your joke shop, you are expected here for dinner. You belong with your family during times like these."

Everyone stared open-mouthed at Mr. Weasley, whom they had only heard raise his voice a handful of times. He looked around and nodded, then cleared his throat and sat back down, squeezing his wife's hand to show his support.

Dumbledore smiled, "Well, shall we meet her then?"

No one answered, but Dumbledore just stood anyways and called out the door to Hagrid. Moody and Kingsley exited the house, looking around for any signs of trouble before signaling to Hagrid. Everyone looked anxiously to the doorway to see Hagrid bounding to the door with a person in a cloak in his arms. Harry glanced at Moody and saw that his magical eye followed Hagrid's every move. As he reached the doorway and set the person down, a soft 'Thank you' drifted to their ears. Hagrid blushed and patted the girl's head, "S'no problem."

"Evelyn?" Dumbledore held out a hand, beckoning the cloaked girl forward.

Everyone watched her like a hawk as she timidly stepped into the room, taking off the hood of her cloak and shyly looking around the room, not meeting eyes with anyone. Her long black hair reached mid-back in soft, shiny waves and her skin was pale, almost sickly. She was very skinny, probably due to lack of food throughout her lifetime, and barely reached 5 foot 4. Her brown eyes seemed dull, almost lifeless. Harry was almost expecting to see the all-too-familiar red eyes peering down at him, but was surprised at her appearance. She was attractive, despite her sickly pale skin and being too thin. Harry was shocked at how similar she looked to the Tom Riddle he had seen in the Chamber Secrets. Her facial structures were similar, only softer than the sharp features of the young Tom Riddle. Harry knew now why there was no doubt about the identity of her father.

Mrs. Weasley was the first to stand and rush forward. She opened her arms and went to give Evelyn a hug, but Evelyn flinched and hid behind Dumbledore, peeking out from around his shoulder like a small, frightened child. Mrs. Weasley drew back immediately, placing a hand softly against her mouth, her eyes brimming with tears. Dumbledore looked down at Evelyn and smiled, "Don't worry, Evie, She won't harm you. You're staying here for the rest of the summer before you head to school."

Evelyn gulped and stepped out from behind Dumbledore, looking around nervously. She let a small smile find its way to her face as she looked at Mrs. Weasley, before it disappeared. Mrs. Weasley, obviously, noticed it however, because she immediately rushed forward and embraced Evelyn like she was an old friend.

George looked on in disgust at his mother's display of affection towards a stranger, the enemy's daughter no less. He scoffed and pushed his chair back noisily before storming from the room. He was soon followed by Fred, but the others dared not invoke the wrath of either Weasley parent so they stayed put.

Dumbledore stood and waved his wand. Two suitcases appeared out of thin air with a 'pop' and landed softly on the floor. With a smile and a pat on Evelyn's head, he left and joined Moony and Kingsley in the yard, Hagrid following behind as he waved at Evelyn, who waved back shyly. Mrs. Weasley picked up the suitcases and smiled, "Come along, dear. We have a room all set up for you. You can have it all to yourself, until you get used to everyone. Now, follow me dear."

Mrs. Weasley left the room, Evelyn following like a silent, scared puppy. The minute she left, those remaining shared a look. Staying silent they all stayed sitting around the table, no one talking, only thinking of the event which had just happened, and trying to predict what would come.