Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters except my created characted Elizabeth Riddle. All others belong to J.K. Rowling... even if I switch up her stories a bit.
Authors note: Alright. So... this story takes place after the 5th book. My character is a 7th year and is Head Girl at the time. I warn you I am going to switch a few things so that it fits my story. And I don't want to hear any "Voldemort doesn't have children that's stupid" Those form of idiotic comments will be deleted immedietly. Keep it kind, children. So... my character is Voldemort's daughter... if you wish to read a profile and see a picture go to http://profiles. Thank you. And this is just an introduction. I'll try and have more up soon. If you have any questions feel free to send me an e-mail at
The Slytherin head girl stood in the deserted room. She was a beautiful girl who had long black hair, piercing emerald green eyes and a 5'5 slender figure. He had he back leaned up against the wall, her brain was delving into her own thoughts and the past events that had happened so suddenly it seemed even though it wasn't all that sudden. The return to power by her father wasn't all that surprising. She had felt his presence all her life and knew it was only a matter of time before he found a way to live again. And he had done just that two year ago. And the dark mark that was placed on her arm when she was just a baby lit up and burned worse than it had in 13 years. She had found herself pleading with Dumbledore to let her do was Snape was doing and become a spy for him. He had told her it was too dangerous and all she would do was get herself killed but she didn't care. She hated her father... she hated Lucius even more. She felt a slight satisfaction at the thought of helping bring down her father... the man that had cold heartedly murdered her mother before her eyes. She also took satisfaction in putting away Lucius... the man that had made her life a living hell.
Soon a voice brought her back to reality and that deserted froom, "Elizabeth?" the voice said. Elizabeth looked up from her position against the wall to see a friend... and a very good friend of hers... Hermione Granger. "Hey, Hermione." she asked as she pushed herself away from the wall and moved swiftly over to the muggle born girl, the soft tap of her shoes echoing across the room. Hermione sighed at the sight of her friend. Elizabeth was always gorgeous but at the moment she had dark circles under her eyes. Hermione knew exactly why Elizabeth didn't sleep at night... she just chose never to bring it up... as most people do. "You know..." Hermione began, "If you don't sleep you're not going to be able to do the occulmency efficiently. It's dangerous for you to not get sleep, Liz." she said. Hermione shuddered at the thought of something happening to Elizabeth... and it was very possible that everytime Elizabeth went to answer her father's call he would kill her. Elizabeth just gave her a look... a look that said, 'I have to do this'. Hermione heaved a sigh and nodded, "Dumbledore wants to see you." The muggle born girl raised a hand and placed it on her friend's shoulder before departing from the room. Elizabeth cast one last smile in her friend's direction before waiting for the door to close and sinking into a chair and rubbing her temples another sigh escaping her lips.