Chapter One-Secret Being

I am Anna Christine Silverstone. I am Voldermort's one and only daughter. I am a secret, hidden from the wizarding world. I have a task, and it must be done.

"Bring me my daughter, now." he hissed menacingly. Pettigrew nodded quickly and scurried off in search. He returned a few moments later.

"Your… your... Daughter, my lord…" Pettigrew stuttered. Voldermort sat in a high, black leather chair, similar to a throne. His face was hidden by dark shadows, his daughter stepped forward. She was wearing a long black cape with a hood; shadowing her face. Her long, black, heeled boots clicked onto the cold stone floor.

"Father?" she asked innocently. Nagini, Voldermort's snake, slithered around her feet slyly, hissing slightly.

"I have a favour to ask of you." he spoke solemnly. His daughter chose not to say anything, knowing it wasn't a favour. She slowly pulled back her hood to reveal rosy red lips and a perfected face.

"You will join Hogwarts. I have some accomplices there who will guide you. You are to befriend Potter and his stupid friends; bring them to me. Alive." he informed her sternly.

"Well I'm hardly going to kill them, am I?" she retorted impatiently.

"Do not speak to me like that, Anna." Voldermort answered calmly. Anna sighed. Her black hair shined in the moonlight coming through a window, a black Raven pecked around at the window. Anna watched it absently whilst it foraged for a crack to enter from the cold.

"Do you understand?" Voldermort muttered carelessly, his long white fingers twisted an emerald green ring on his bony finger as Nagini slithered up around his chair. Anna took a deep breath.

"Yes, Father. When do I leave?"

"Tonight, the term started today, so they will hold a late sorting ceremony. I have told Lucius Malfoy to charm the hat so that you will be placed into Gryffindor. You'll know who Potter is when you get there." She grimaced, already knowing who the bloody hell Harry Potter was but didn't say anything. You never want to piss off a lord, even if he is your Father. Anna understood what she had to do and nodded in acknowledgment, and left the cold room. Her cloak billowed out behind her, and her heeled shoes echoed off into the distance with an attitude of its own.

I'm outside Hogwarts now. It is a beautiful castle; the windows were lit up warmly with glowing candles. The rain is pouring down hard on the roof of my carriage. I can see a figure at the entrance door, this must be Dumbledore. The carriage comes to a halt and I step out onto the muddy ground. I am wearing my cloak, so I pull my hood up to save my hair. I still have my boots on, why bother to change?

I hurry over to Dumbledore who shuts the door firmly behind me. He smiles welcomingly down at me, his blue eyes twinkling. I smiled back up at him politely already deciding that I hated this man. I knew this task was going to be hard, to be nice to all of the people I loath. I may as well start with him.

"Ahh, Ms Silverstone. I welcome you to Hogwarts, the school awaits you." he said swiftly and wisely. I nodded in response and followed him towards another set of double oak doors. He opened them and inside were four tables, each crowded with students and all decorated in separate colours. The roof was an image of the sky, black with the stars twinkling. I realised this would be one of my favourite places at Hogwarts, as I love the night sky. The hall fell silent once they realised I had entered. Dumbledore continued along the wide passage straight up towards another table where the professors sat. I followed reluctantly, considering what happened if I wasn't sorted into Gryffindor. How trustworthy was Lucius Malfoy? I am only acquainted with him; I have never had a deep, friendly conversation with him. Though he gave me all my orders from my father, little details I could have already known, but that's between you and me. I do know, very well however, Draco Malfoy. I'm assuming he will be my 'guide'. I've known Draco since I was young; he is my best friend, as I am forbidden from the world with my true identity.

I search the hall for him, and found his ice-cold blue eyes on me. I smiled discreetly and he winked in response. His girlfriend Pansy glared at me as I walked by. Ha, the first person that now had me on their hate/hit list, score. I reach the head table and the teachers are looking down on me firmly and warmly. A stool is positioned at the front; I guess they want me to sit on it. Once I've sat down, another teacher appears with a ragged old hat. She's stern faced and grouchy looking. My kind of a friend, I knew that I would enjoy her company as a teacher. She places it on my head and steps back.

Hmmm… This is interesting…. I can't seem to read anything… I. I can't choose. This has never happened… I have to put you in Sly… Slyth…Slyther-

"GRYFFINDOR!"

I took a deep breath in relief; I honestly thought that was going to go wrong. I walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down towards the end. I had to admit that I was slightly intimidated by all of this. I couldn't help but think they'd figure me out, I mean, I have all of my father's powers. They were passed down to me through him, so it would be obvious. I scanned the table for Potter. I've never seen him in real life, only glimpses. I was never allowed to go out when my father and the rest of the death eaters did. I stayed at home like a good little girl. I hated it.

I spotted him a few seats down from me. He has raven black hair and amazing green eyes. How could someone so beautiful be so dangerous? He sat with a red haired boy with freckles and a girl with brown curly hair and buck teeth. I needed to talk to them. I would probably be in the girl's dormitory so I could speak to her then… Somebody tapped me on the shoulder. I spun round, alerted, only to see Draco Malfoy. I sighed in relief and relaxed slightly, thinking at first that a teacher was going to tell me I had to be sorted again. No matter. He leaned down and whispered into my ear.

"I can't speak to you much whilst we're in classes; Slytherin and Gryffindor both hate each other, naturally. I'm guessing the lord told you who Potter is? Well, he's sitting about three seats away from you. Be careful around him, Anna. I don't want you getting hurt. If you ever need anything, I'll be here to help. Okay?" His eyes searched me in kind of sexy way. He was concerned for me, it was all over his face. This is why I love him so much. I smiled softly.

"Thank you Draco. What would I do without you?" I whispered in return. I kissed his cheek near his ear. He smirked and walked off down the aisle to his table. I watched him go and looked back to the food laid out around me. I noticed a few scattered stares at me. I was going to have to think fast…

"I know him, is that alright?" I said impatiently. I knew this wasn't really a good move for the long run, as people would see me as being irritable. Luckily, Harry and his friends didn't see what happened. I watched Harry eat and laugh with his friends. He had so much to carry, the same as me. I cannot understand why it is him that my father must kill. I cannot understand how the fate of the wizarding world lies on his breath. He is only 16 years old. He is only a boy. I can tell he is troubled; he looks slightly secluded, as if he isn't telling his friends something.

I know he lost his Godfather to Bellatrix. I feel sympathy to him, his whole family destroyed by mine. I look up to Bellatrix; she is like a mother to me since I never knew my real mother. Especially when I was young, I used to want to be her, to fight like her, to look like her. I don't as much now; it is hard for me to grasp how you can physically cause someone so much pain. I don't think I'll ever grasp it. I hate to hurt things, I know, it sounds stupid. Me, Voldermort's daughter, is scared of killing. It is such a cruel heartless thing to do; I cannot force myself to comprehend it.

I strolled up to Gryffindor Tower behind Potter and his two friends. The woman that had placed the hat on my head, as I now know her as Professor McGonagall, stopped them and motioned for me to come over to them. She was talking to the girl in particular when she spoke.

"This is Miss Silverstone, Miss Granger. She will be in your dormitory and your classes. I will expect you to be kind and be her guide. Miss Silverstone," I looked up at my own name. It sounded so unfamiliar, so formal when she said it, so full of respect that wasn't out of fear. "Ask Miss Granger any questions you might have. I will see you both in class tomorrow. Good night." And she walked off with a curt nod.

"Im Hermione Granger. I guess im your guide till you get the hang of the school on your own." She held out her hand.

"Anna Silverstone, but you already knew that." I said with a fake laugh, taking her hand in a firm but gentle handshake. Hermione Granger was supposed to be the smartest and brightest witch in the wizarding world by what Lucius Malfoy told me on our way here. He also said that she was a Mudblood and that she acts like a blood witch. I thought she would be a geek from what he was saying but oh how I am wrong. And the other one must be Ronald Weasley. Pure blooded, his whole family is. Five brothers and one sister, two brothers work with dragons, one brother at the Ministry and the other three are still here at school. When your best friends with Draco Malfoy, practically family, you know a lot of things about a lot of people, things that make your hair curl.

"And this is Harry Potter and Ron Weasley." Hermione continued as we shook hands. "I hope that we all get along just fine." So do I Hermione. So do I. But for a completely different reason I can assure you.