Voldemort's Daughter
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I am the daughter of Lord Voldemort and Lilly Potter. My name is Violet and I am 11 years old. My mother and father live together in our house in London. We hide. From what my parents have never told me but still, we hide. Ever since I was born my mother cared for me whilst my father was away on "business." I have no friends and I am rarely allowed to go out. I think my life is dull. Well it was.
Then I received my Hogwarts letter. Daddy said I could not go. Mummy said I could. I didn't get a say. So I ran away. To Hogwarts. It was a dull grey afternoon, the wind was high and there was a constant drizzle. Both my parents were out. So I packed my bags and left.
I wandered along the streets for ages, gawking at the muggles latest contraptions, giggling at the stupid things they and generally having fun. Darkness fell, but I was not afraid, I was brought up in darkness.
That night I stayed in the leaky cauldron, a wizard's pub. Then next day I went to Diagonally to buy my school supplies, I had enough money, I was not poor. Then I returned to the leaky cauldron and studied hard. Tomorrow I was to catch the train to Hogwarts!
Morning dawned, cold and bright. Excitedly I packed all my belongings and headed for the station. I was 10 minuets early but I was unsure of how to get onto the platform so I waited for someone to come along and help me. No one came. I was beginning to become board and so I leant against the pillar between platforms 9 and 10. I sank straight through it. Utterly surprised I looked around at my new surroundings to see a bright red train waiting. The platform was deserted. An eerie quiet settled over everything. So I waited.
The first people to arrive after me were a mother with two dark haired children who looked vaguely scruffy. Then came a large family of red heads with a girl who had frizzy brown hair and a boy with black scruffy hair and eyes which reminded me immensely of someone, but I could not think who. Gradually the platform filled up with people and many began to board the train. I followed suit and climbed onto the traditional red steam engine.
As I walked along the isle amidst a throng of people I realised I was the only person without someone to wave me off. This saddened me but I soon accepted that this was how it must be if I was even to go at all. Sadly I continued down the isle towards my destiny.