Harry Potter And Voldermort's Daughter Chapter 1, a harry potter fanfic

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 attack. 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 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. 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. I know that because he has Draco over all the time when he's not a school. I hate Draco. Darco's favorite past time is hunting me down where ever I'm hiding and beating me with Carbbe and Goyle but blames someone else when he's found with me usually on the ground.

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. 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 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 and if they did wouldn't bother with it.

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 servants, Harry was his name, was in my hiding place, my closet. I wasn't allowed to talk to the new servants. 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.

"That was the last one." He sighed.

"What are we going to do if some breaks another bone?" The Red head said.

"Let's hope we don't." Harry said sighing. "This is not easy. "Why hasn't the Order done something?"

"Maybe they don't know we were taken." Hermione said standing up. "Maybe we're on our own in this."

"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 we don't have potion ingredients or a cauldron."

"And we don't know how." 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 friend 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 vial 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 by heart. I could do them perfectly without a recipe and instructions. My father made me memorize them and practice until I could do it from memory without mistakes. Severus had helped me learn ticks to make them better then the books taught. He taught potions at a school but had enjoyed teaching me at my home and I was a good student better than most at the school.

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 beauty you bear
Do you know somewhere
we can live forever
Please someone, take me 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.

"I've heard there was a secret chord.
That David played, and it pleased the Lord.
And she really loves his music, doesn't she?
It goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth,
the minor fall, the major lift,
the baffled king, composing Hallelujah.