Okay readers welcome to my newest story. Now in the past I've struggled with Harry Potter fan-fics so please BE NICE! I have had some pretty mean things come off this site and some almost made me stop writing all together. Now if you like my story REVIEW! If you don't exit, and don't say a thing to me by giving me a bad review that tells me everything wrong with my story. Also one more thing that a lot of people don't like I but I do all the time is use songs. In fact I got this idea from a song Deliver Us from Prince of Egypt. Look up Harry Potter Deliver Us on YouTube and you'll see several people made music videos with that song. I used a few lines in this story and they are a bit different because of something important. I also used Hallelujah in this chapter. Anyway (my favorite word right now is anyway) the beginning of this is a bit rushed but it's just to let you know what happened. And Seria is pronounced: Sir-a-yah. Voldermort may be a bit OOC here for a while but that will not be an issue the whole time.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything JK came up with, though I wish I did. Only Seria is my own invention.
Harry and Hermione were at the Burrow with the Weasley's for the remainder of the summer. It was only day's before the Hogwarts express was to leave for their sixth year when the wards around the Burrow were attacked. They were asleep when silently outside the wards the Death Eaters and Voldemort appeared and began a silent attack on the wards bring them down silently one by one inching closer and closer to the house. Bringing the wards down quietly was a long and hard process limiting the spell they could use without waking the Weasley's and their guests. Finally they reached the Weasley's door. Silently they entered they only wanted one occupant, Harry when they found him he wasn't asleep like they hoped he was talking with his two friends Ron and Hermione. Still they weren't going anywhere without the boy who lived. They stunned the three teenagers without them being able to raise the alarm. Voldemort decide they should take all three of them. So that is where our story begins.
My name is Seria, Seria Victoria Riddle, Voldemort's only child, his daughter. I never knew my mother she died giving birth to me my father says. He doesn't talk about here much. I think he finds it too painful to speak of her. Strangely I think I remember her a little but that couldn't be possible. Most important I remember words she sang to me the last time I saw her. I'm sure of it. I hum it when I feel lonely and I feel lonely a lot. I have no friends. My father thinks I do. He wants me to fall in love and marry Draco Malfoy when I get older. I know that because he has Draco over all the time when he's not a school. One problem with my father's dream scenario: I hate Draco. Darco's favorite past time is hunting me down where ever I'm hiding and beating me with Carbbe and Goyle on look out but blames someone else when he's found with me usually on the ground in pain.
In fact that's what I'm doing now, hiding from Malfoy who was visiting since my father was having a meeting with the inner circle which his father was part of. I was in a broom closet reading by the light of my wand. It was Redwood with a unicorn hair as its core. I loved to study and my father had taught me every defensive spell by the time I was six and offence spells I had done before I was ten. He still kept me in the grounds. I was never allowed to go on raids, missions, or anything with the Death Eaters. My father said I was to be a good girl and stay home. A girl, that's the reason why I think. My father would let me go if I was a boy I bet.
I heard someone coming toward the broom closet. "Nox," I whispered and as my wand flickered out I covered myself with a blanket I had hoping no one would notice me laying on the floor of the closet under a blanket and if they did, wouldn't bother with me.
Someone opened the door and walked in. I held my breath praying I wouldn't be found. The person didn't speak, I heard him shifting things. I peeked out to see who it was. It was one of the new slaves, Harry was his name, was in my hiding place, my closet. I wasn't allowed to talk to the new slaves. I watched from under my blanket. He was looking for something. He found it, a small tin box. He ran out the door with it. Curiosity made me sneak out and follow him. Thankfully I saw no one other than him. I got to a corner and found him and the two other new ones. I peek around the corner watching them. The girl was sitting on the ground clutching her arm, it was clearly hurting and it looked like it was possibly broken. I watched as he opened the box and pulled out a small vial.
"Here Hermione, drink this," He handed her the vial she opened it and drank it. After a minute her arm looked fine
"Thanks Harry." She said handing him back the vial.
"Great, that was the last one." He sighed.
"What are we going to do if some breaks another bone?" The red haired boy said.
"Let's hope we don't." Harry said sighing. "This is not going to be easy. Why hasn't the Order done something?"
"Maybe they don't know where we were taken or maybe they think we're dead." Hermione said standing up. "Maybe we're on our own in this, this time."
"Well we're going to need to find a way to steal some more of this or make some of our own." Harry said thinking, "But how when we don't have potion ingredients or a cauldron?"
"And we don't know how to do it." Hermione said "It's a very complex potion and it could be disastrous if we do it wrong."
"We've got to think of something and stick together. Friends stick together." He said holding out his hand the other two put their hand on his.
"Friends," They said in unison.
Tears filled my eyes hearing them say that. I'd always wanted friends but being stuck at home all the time with no one but Malfoy around I had none. I slowly walked away and back to my corner in the broom cupboard. I only hid when Harry came back and put the tin away. After he left I went I got the tin from its hiding place wondering what else could be in it. I opened it was full of vials but all of them were empty I picked each one up and found they were all labeled on was to heal any broken bones and a blood replenishing potion and other assortment to help with pain and other things. I felt sad for them. They were trying to survive! These empty vials had been their life line until now with them all empty. I was about to put the tin away then had an ironic thought. I knew how to make all those potions; I knew them all by heart. I could do them perfectly without a recipe and instructions. My father made me memorize them and practice making potions and spells until I could do it from memory without mistakes. Severus had helped me learn tricks to make them better then the books taught. He taught potions at a school but had enjoyed teaching me at my home. I was a good student better than most at the school he told me I had the gift and potion making and it was a rare and valuable gift but to always keep working and improving or I'd lose the gift.
I held the tin in my hands smiling. A secretive friendship was better than no friendship. I slipped the tin into my pocket and left the broom closet. I got to my room without meeting Malfoy and entered my wing locking the door. My father never let Malfoy enter my wing without severe punishment. And I wasn't supposed to spend the whole time he was visiting in my wing with nothing to do but study unless I was testing myself. I knew a lie I could tell my father that he wouldn't disagree with. Actually it was the truth I was making a potion. Good thing I was an accomplished in Occlumency. My father couldn't tell when I was lying.
I set to making the bone breaking potion first. My father loved to see me practicing. As I put the ingredients in and stirred I sang the words I remembered my mother singing to me.
"Hush now, my baby.
Be still, love, don't cry.
Sleep as you're rocked by my love.
Sleep and remember my loving lullaby.
So I'll be with you when you dream.
Little one, oh child,
Grow slowly for me.
Such precious innocence you bear.
Do you know somewhere,
we can live forever?
Please someone, guide us there."
At least that's how I thought it went but I wasn't sure. It seemed the words didn't feel right for some reason. I still sang it to myself. Then I sang a song my aunt, Bellatrix sang to me when I woke from a nightmare when I was two years old and she comforted me. Before she disappeared and I found out she was thrown into Azkaban. For what I don't know but I believe she was innocent and was wrongly accused and that was why she was released.
"I've heard there was a secret chord.
That David played, and it pleased the Lord.
And you really love his music, don't you?
It goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth,
the minor fall, the major lift,
the baffled king, composing Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
Your faith was strong but he needs proof.
He saw you dancing from the roof.
Your beauty in the moonlight overthrew him.
He sat with you in a soft chair.
He caressed your cheek, and he stroked your hair.
And from his lips you drew the Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
Little One, I have been there before.
I know the room, I've walked the floor.
We used to live in the dark before we knew you.
I've seen your love always flowing around us all.
Love is not a victory march.
It can be cold and it can be broken, Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
There was a time when you let me know.
What's really going on inside.
And now he'll never show it to you, will he?
And remember when I moved for you.
The holy dove was moving too.
And every breath you drew was Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
I know there's someone above.
But all I've ever learned from love,
Was how shoot at someone who outdrew you.
It's not a cry you can hear at night.
It's not somebody who has seen the light.
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
I heard my door opened bringing me from memories; it had to be my father since I had locked my door. I peeked out of my potions room into my sitting room.
My father looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Malfoy told me he couldn't find you and your door was locked. Were you in here the whole time?"
"No I was walking in the gardens, but I didn't see him either when I came back in." I smiled sheepishly knowing the next question was going to be why I was in my potions room so I answered before he asked. "When reciting the instructions for a potion, I wasn't sure if I had them right so I decided to try and make it to see if it is right. I haven't made it for a while now."
He came in a looked at it. "What is it?"
"Oh just The Bone Mending Potion," I shrugged. "I haven't made in such a long time besides it might be nice to have some on hand just in case someone needs it nad doesn't have a wand."
He smiled he always smiled when he was proud and pleased with me. "You're a smart intelligent, bright, young, beautiful, girl." He patted my shoulder then left my room.
I sighed over the first hurdle and was grateful. I knew my father's temper, it's hard not to when you can hear the screams of the tortured Death Eaters echoing down the hall, he kill me if he found out the real reason I was making it. He never tortured or hurt me before but he might if he thought I stepped over the line toward the light too far. As suddenly as that thought occurred another thought came "I'm no coward and no one deserves to have their bones broken and left to suffer. Besides, I want friends and first I need to gain their trust."