The Dark Lord's Heir
(A Harry Potter Fanfiction)
By
Fantasy Writer
No one truly knows how or when it all started but one thing we know for sure is where it happened.
Somewhere in Northern England lays the small village of Little Hangleton. A modest little place but like everywhere else in the world:
Full of gossip.
Many of these tales you hear amongst whispers at the local Pub.
I'm here to tell of one such tale,
a rarity in the Wizarding World while nonexistent in the Muggle one but true none the less.
I know.
I was there, baring witness to all that took place…
Like I said nobody knows exactly when but the closest estimation to date is about three days after the murder of the muggle caretaker, Frank Bryce.
The vast majority of the town was in a tizzy over the news, trying to solve what had happened.
While a large muggle foster family from London chose this specific location to vacation for the Summer.
Amongst the children was a skinny thirteen-year-old girl with pale skin and long straight ebony locks covering over half her face whilst her visible eye glowed green like powerful ember in the fireplace.
It was because of this trait the others called her "Witch" but what they didn't know was how bizarrely correct they were.
She really was indeed a witch who regularly attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry every fall.
Her name?
None of the teachers really like to speak on account of her parentage but those closet to her (which was very far and in between) dubbed her "Midnight Black."
A name that suited her just fine, nighttime itself was full of the dark unknowing.
The older kids liked to misuse and abuse her from when they were young due to her "freakishly" nature.
But Midnight never struck back, biding her time.
Then unfortunately for them on this trip, with one more single act of brutality:
Their time… ran… out!
It all began with a simple game of baseball in the graveyard.
(Crash!)"Now you've done it!"
"Me?!"
"It was your fault!"
"Was not!"
were the shouts that came from the kids when the ball bounced off the bat and went soaring through the air right into the attic window of the Riddle House.
"Well… SOMEBODY needs to go and retrieve it!"
"It's not going to be me!"
"Of course not you idiot, send in the Witch Freak. She'll handle the ghosts, if not… no loss" said the leader as he shoved Midnight in its direction.
Grumbling, she complied while swearing vengeance against those muggles.
Once out of sight she shifted, transforming into her animagus form of a python.
Using nonverbal magic to open the door, she quickly and quietly slithered her way in only to be stopped by the scent of another snake who'd already discovered her presence.
"What are you doing here?" it hissed warningly from somewhere out of the dark.
"S -ssorry to bother you but one of Manss cubss losst one of their playthingss and it ended up here. I've been ssent to bring it back…The sssooner you help me find it, the fasster I'll be out of here?" She purposed to it.
If this snake was anything like the others she'd met, The sooner she was out of its territory the better.
Silence and then movement was heard as the other snake slithered into view...