We Are Connected By Only A Name
Authors Note This is a story of Voldemort's relationship with his daughter. It is completely AU as in this the prophecy wasn't heard so Voldemort didn't meet his downfall in Godric's Hollow. This means that Harry's parents are also still alive and he is just a normal boy with no scar and nothing to make him famous. Please read and review. Thank you and enjoy.
Disclaimer The plot, Amina, her wand and not much else belongs to me. Most is of J.K Rowling's amazing imagination. This is not plagiarism.
Chapter One - Childhood
A knock on the door. I sigh in frustration. 'What?' I call out.
'Your father calls for you,' Lucius Malfoy drawls, ' he is in the drawing room.'
I know that I have to go whether I like it or not. He never called for me if it wasn't important. I open my oak door using the serpentine handle that was meant to remind me of my heritage. Just as I suspected, Lucius Malfoy is waiting for me with a slightly forced smile on his pale and pointed face. I have never thought him an ugly man and his smile gives me butterflies as usual. I am glad I am a skilled occlumens; nobody knows my secret.
'May I accompany you?' the blonde asks. When I decline his offer he actually looks vaguely disappointed and I am surprised. But I care not at this present moment as I am curious as to what my father wants. I walk down the halls I know so well - I have lived here my entire life.
My entire life… what life? Who can enjoy life with him in the world?
Walking to some unknown destiny, I cannot help but relive my childhood. At least now I am old enough to fight back a bit. It was not always so…
'Amina Riddle come to me at once!' A four year old raven haired child was terrified at the thought of being confronted by her angry father. He was the only family she had - she knew not where her mother was; she had gone before Amina was old enough to recall things properly. She knew she was in trouble.
'Yes daddy?' she barely whispered, scared as she was.
'I told you not to call me that! A pathetic term. You may call me father or sir. Understood?'
'Yes sir,' she replied monotonously.
'Back to the matter at hand. You took my wand again Amina.' his tone was deadly and she had no doubts that she was going to regret her thieving.'
'I'm sorry, really I am! I just want to be like you.' Her sapphire blue eyes welled up with tears on queue. Although she was really still a toddler, Amina had learnt how to fake cry and act to protect herself from terrible punishment.
'One day you shall be like me Amina.' he started almost gently. 'But until then you will do well to keep your hands off of my property!' he hissed. She solemnly nodded. 'Your punishment Miss Riddle,' the man of many voices she used to think of him; his tone would always change - this time it was dripping with sarcasm, ' will be to remain in your room until morning. No lunch, no dinner. I hope you learn your lesson Miss Riddle.' She nodded again and when he dismissed her she left the room running only when the door shut behind her. She slammed her bedroom door with force not of a 4 year old but of a full grown woman. She sobbed her heart out when she lay upon her bed.
'One day you shall be like me Amina.' he had said. She never wanted to be like that man.
I knock once swiftly and confidently although I do not feel it. 'Enter' comes the soft voice of my father. His voice is often soft but never in a gentle, caring way. It is sinister and daunting. I obey and find him sitting at the head of a long table. His usual seat to show everybody that he is above all. He smiles at me as I come in making me very uneasy. 'Amina my child come, sit at my left hand.' I feel it is necessary to explain that the left is my father's equivalent to the right side. All his slaves wish to sit on his left. I don't. I sit anyway completely confused. He was never this nice to me.
'Amina you once said you wanted to be like me. Here is your chance to prove yourself. Make me…' he pauses as though it pains him to say it, 'proud.'
I shake my head. 'Whatever you have planned for me, forget it. I will never be like you, I would rather die!'
He is angered. 'Crucio!' he bellows. I am to quick for him for I knew what was coming and prepared myself. He screams as his own curse hits him. The doors are flung open and the Malfoy family along with Bellatrix Lestrange enter trying to find the source of the commotion. However I lifted the curse almost as soon as it hit him; I have no desire to be like Lord Voldemort. He disregards the onlookers. 'You lied when you declared that you wanted to follow in my footsteps? You lied to me?'
I've never in all my 16 years seen him so livid. Truly I am terrified. 'Yes father I lied to you. I often lied to you.' My temper was rising. 'You think I am a fool? You think I would willingly let you punish me all my life? You have made my life a misery since I was born and I resent you. You are my only family and yet I do not love you. I wish…' I falter. 'I wish you were no parent of mine!'
His scarlet eyes narrow. A mirthless laugh. 'Touching, child. Do you honestly believe that I have wanted you - a burden for sixteen years - in my life at any point? You provide little entertainment to make up for your abysmal life. I have gained nothing from keeping you but I did not turn you away. Sometimes I wish I did, sometimes I walk to your room intent on murdering you.' He smiles sardonically. ' I wish you were no child of mine but still, such things cannot be helped. If that is how you feel you will return to your room receiving no food for a week. Your wand if you will.' I try to retaliate but he is too quick. I watch helplessly as my one source of protection is taken away and I am dragged by my hair into my room. I hear him lock the door. It's just like my childhood…
Amina Riddle had always known she was a witch. Even if she had never been told she could easily have guessed. When she was upset or angry (as she often was) she could make things happen. It was unnatural. But it felt natural. As a child she often stole her father's wand and tried to do magic in the confines of her bedroom. He was always so angry when she did for he was a powerful and important wizard.
When she was 11 her father took her into London so she could finally get a wand of her own. He was glad because it meant she would stop stealing his - which made him so angry - but he didn't very much like the thought of her having a weapon. They were in muggle London ready to go to Diagon Alley when a boy of the same age as her stopped in front of her and kissed her hand. She blushed as she had never had contact with boys apart from Draco - a greasy haired boy she was forced by her father to befriend. She paled almost immediately though as her father hit the boy so hard that he flew backwards several feet. Many people cried out and advanced but her father merely took his daughter by her wrist and pulled her into the Leaky Cauldron.
The wizarding world was incredible and she felt such power when she got her wand. It was thirteen and a half inches and phoenix feather like her fathers. Cherry - a very unusual wood for wands. Not many wizards and witches had cherry wands. This made her father uneasy. Cherry wandowners were more often than not exceedingly powerful. Amina on the other hand was ecstatic. She was special.
When they left the wandmaker's her father did the nicest thing he'd ever done for her. He took her to Fortescue's for ice cream. He let her have whatever she wanted even though the ice cream she wanted was more expensive than most others. As they sat down to their treats ( the parlour had mysteriously emptied upon their arrival) her father told her that the boy they had encountered could not do magic and was therefore unworthy. She listened to her father but silently disagreed with all that he said. The boy was kind and people deserved to be equal regardless of whether they were magic or not.
When they got home she spent hours in her room with all her new spell books reading them and practising every piece of magic in them. She loved her wand. What would her life be without magic?
A long week later I enter the drawing room as I discovered my door was unlocked minutes before. I find my father there contemplating in his usual seat, wand ready. It is pointed at my wand which lies on the table in front of him. He must have heard the door open for when I'm over the threshold his red eyes move from my wand to me instead.
'I am glad you are here Amina.' His soft voice that I haven't heard in a week. 'For you see, I have your wand here in front of me and I simply cannot find a reason not to destroy it. Can you give me a reason daughter?'
I am so shocked and horrified. He cannot destroy my wand - I love it! It means more to me than any person in this forsaken world. I know his plan and I have no choice but to take the bait. 'If I prove myself to you by doing what you wish of me will you grant me my wand?'
His smile is as true as it will ever be and shows his uncharacteristically even, white teeth. 'I will.'
He says no more. Silence for a minute. He is waiting for me to ask and I must. 'What would you have me do father?'
A minute longer he is silent then he finally replies. 'Recently I heard a prophecy. It seems a mediocre wizard boy of your own age will rise up against me. I must eliminate him.' He looks up.
'You want me to find out who he is?' I ask sure, this could not be my task.
'Oh I know who the boy is.' He pauses for effect his eyes never leaving mine. 'Harry Potter' I gasp and my father chuckles. 'You have heard of him I take it?'
'Snape always moans about him. He's the son of that woman Snape loves… Lily I think her name is.'
'That is correct Amina. I want you to find this boy and I want you to bring him here. If you fail you will answer to me.' The task seems impossible but I must accept. I cannot risk losing my wand. 'Good' he murmurs. He chucks my wand back to me and I instinctively hold it tighter. 'He breaks up from Hogwarts in two days. You will meet him from Kings Cross. Your name isn't Amina else he knows you are my daughter. Your guise is your own options but don't make it obvious. Don't contact me and I expect you back before 1st September. You will not be alone.'
'Yes Sir'
'Now leave my sight.'
'I hate you no less even if you have given my wand back.' I let my feelings be known.
'I've never intended you to like me Miss Riddle, your feelings are mutual rest assured.' I leave the room wanting nothing more than to scream and hurt him.
I have felt like this before…
Amina Riddle received her Hogwarts acceptance letter a few days after she got her beloved wand. Her father told her she couldn't go straight away. It wasn't fair in her eyes, she didn't see why. It was then that her father told her about who he really was and that was why she couldn't go to Hogwarts. He couldn't risk her being interrogated.'Although,' said he with an evil grin, 'if they held you hostage we wouldn't have a problem. They could keep you.' he laughed but she cried. 'Grow up you pathetic little baby'.
Pathetic. Always she was pathetic in his eyes. She was sick of it. 'You're so horrible to me all the time! It's because of you that I cannot go to Hogwarts and it's not fair. I will go whether you like it or not!' she exclaimed with the tears still pouring down her face.
'Life isn't fair Amina. Deal with it.' he turned on his heel and left the room. They both knew she would never go to the school without consent. She resented the fact.
On the night of 31st August she returned to her father once more, praying to God that he would miraculously have changed his mind. He looked up from his book as she entered his study.
'How touching. My daughter has come to say goodnight to me…' he smirked. He knew why she was there and he wanted nothing more than to upset her in the way that only he could.
'Please, please father can I go to Hogwarts. I'd carry my wand with me at all times and if somebody tried to get me I'd curse them I swear!' she pleaded earnestly.
'I care to much for your welfare to take such a risk my daughter.' His reply was an outright lie and it angered her.
'You don't care about me, you wouldn't even care if I died!' she exclaimed.
The wizard known as Lord Voldemort held her gaze with a serious expression on his unnaturally pale face. ' Au contraire ma fille. Unfortunately you are now Slytherin's heir and I would not wish the line to be diminished. I want you alive but not because I care for you.'
Her eyes filled with tears as usual. 'I have no reason to care for you either and don't worry - I do not. I couldn't care less if you died.'
He smirked at this. 'you really are my daughter. You're very much like me' he didn't think it was possible for her to look even more upset and angered. Her usually beautiful face was blotchy red and ugly. He wanted no more with her. 'Be gone from my sight at once. We will speak no more on the subject of Hogwarts.'
'Goodbye father.' she marched out of the room with her head held high. That episode had certainly made him happy.
I know he's happy. Although he has to depend on me for this he is happy. Not only did I give in to him, but he now knows my weakness. Which is not good for me. Draco told me before about these twins who own a joke shop and their joke wands look incredibly real. I may buy one to fool my father with when he disarms me. He often disarms me. I think he feels I can be a threat. Even more so now that I actually managed to put him under the cruciatus curse. Nobody has ever put him under that curse… nobody would dare.
I'm in my bedroom now staring at a bare emerald green wall thinking of how I can achieve what seems the impossible. Maybe, just maybe, if I bring Potter to my father he won't be as mean to me. I can always hope. I am still staring at the wall lost in thought when I hear it.
A knock on the door. I sigh in frustration. 'What?' I call out.
'May I come in?' Lucius Malfoy drawls.
'Of course,' I say opening the door with the serpentine handle that was meant to remind me of my heritage. He enters my refuge and sits himself on my green arm chair without asking. I close the door and sit on my four poster bed, facing him. 'can I help you…?' I prompt.
'I heard about your father's plan. I want to help you, nobody else will.'
I narrow my eyes suspiciously. 'Why would you want to help me Malfoy?'
'You're different - quite unlike your father and you deserve a chance. I can help you if you accept, I know I can.' his beautiful and mysterious grey eyes are fixed upon my own deep blue ones.
'What do you wish in return? I have nothing that would interest you.'
He laughs scornfully. 'Is that all you think of me Amina? I am a rich man you must know this. I wish only for your friendship.'
Butterflies as usual. 'Then you shall have my friendship….Lucius. Now, what can help?'
'Potter has a girlfriend; Ginevra Weasley and you will have more of a chance if you befriend her as well. Don't make it act like you fancy Potter, she wouldn't appreciate the competition and he would back off also. Don't seem over keen and don't rush into anything. You cannot apparate so to get here when you have him you must take a train from Marylebone Station all the way here to Oakley Station. When you get out of the station walk for 10 minutes up the main road and take the path left when it comes up. You know the way from there. Good luck.'
I stand up thanking him and embrace him tightly. He embraces me back and I feel (although it may only be wishful thinking) that it is more than a friendly hug. He takes his leave and I get ready for bed and quickly fall asleep.
Authors Note - I hope people enjoy this I tried to make it quite long and I tried really hard to keep Voldemort in character. If anybody thinks that he would not treat his daughter so horribly I want to point out that he is incapable of loving - I doubt even his own flesh and blood are an exception and I truly feel he would act towards her as he would anybody else. The name Amina is Latin for soul which is meant to be irony as his own soul is shattered and she is completely whole whether he likes it or not.
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