Your name is Darcie Riddle. Your mother had died giving birth to you and you never knew your father. You are of cores a pureblood witch. You have long brown hair and cold brown eyes. The people who raised you say you look like your father but the never mention him or talk about him, so you know nothing about him. You assume that he is dead because no one told you if he was alive or not, du! They never talk about him!! You have no living relatives so you are moved around a lot so moving to England is no big deal, it's not like you have any friends. Sorry. It will change, Promises!! Oh and you can speak parsletong. (God, my spelling is bad today!!) You have always been independent, strong, and smart.

"Darcie, You got a letter from your headmaster at Dumstung." (Sp?)

You sigh and finish pulling your long brown hair into a ponytail. Then you read the letter. "I guess it's final, I'm transferring to Hogwarts this year."

"Well, I hope the family over in England will take care of you."
Skip to on The Hogwarts Express you walk down the corridor looking for a compartment; you don't see one empty so you are forced to choose a compartment with three people in it. "Um, Do you mind if I sit with you?"

"Go ahead. You the new transfer student?"

"Ya."

"I'm Harry Potter, that's Ron Wesley and Hermione Granger."

"Nice to meat you. Wait, Harry Potter? The Famous one?"

"There's only one of me that I know of so yes."

"And, you are?"

"Oh, sorry, I'm Darcie, Darcie Riddle." When hearing your name Harry flinched. "Harry, are you okay?"

"Ya, It's just chilly that's all."

"He's right, it is cold for this time of year."

"That your wand?" Ron asked in aw, pointing to your wand you have fastened in your belt. (One of the people you had stayed with had made you a belt with a special loop for your wand when you joined a dueling class/club.)

"Yes, Black Birch, Dragon heart sting and a Basilisk scale." You said taking it out and handing it to him.

"Wow, you must be loaded!!"

"No, I worked for a year to pay for it. I barley have two knuts to rub together."

"But all your stuff looks…"

"Yes, either I work, make it myself or the family I happen to be living with at the time gets it for me."

"The family you are living with at the time?"

"All my family is dead, and the orphanage didn't want me."

"So you move around a lot?"

"Yes."

"What about friends?"

"Never had any to miss."

"Well, now you do!"

The train pulled to a stop and you get off with Harry, Ron and Hermione. You're about to step into a coach when you hear your name being called. You turn to see a stern looking woman in green robs. "I am Professor McGonigle. Follow me please." You follow her to the castle and into an office. "Wait hear please, Professor Dumbledore will be with you." She said leaving.

Dumbledore stepped into his office, "Ah, Miss Riddle. Welcome. You are to be in Gryffindor house."

"I thought we were sorted by a hat or something?"

"Usually, yes. But you are a different matter."

"Why?"

"Because this is your sixth year. And your father,"

"What about him?"

"Nothing."

"Why won't anyone tell me about him!!"

"You will learn about him soon enough." At that moment, the door swung open…

"Ah, Lucius Malfoy, to what may I owe the pleaser?"

"I need to talk to you. Alone."

"Fine. Darcie, could you step outside a moment?"

you nod and step out. After ten minutes, Lucius stepped out and looked at you. You meat his cold, blue eyes, and hold his gaze. "You look me in the eye with out looking away. That's refreshing."

A wave of odd feelings swept over you and you glance at his arm. "Dose the Ministry know you have that mark?"

"What?" he asked startled.

"The mark of a Death eater. You have it hidden on your arm."

Lucius stooped down and placed his hand on your cheek. "And tell me girl, Darcie was it? What makes you think I have such a mark?" his voice was cold, sending shivers up and down your back but you never looked away from his cold eyes.

"I just know. I always know when a Death eater is present."

A thin sneer-like smile crept along his lips. "Now tell me this, If your so sure I am what you say, how can you keep eye contact so easily?"

"I just can."

"What is your name, girl?"

"Darcie Riddle."

A look of shock came a crossed his face, but he quickly hid it. "Well Miss Riddle, I suggest you go back in to Dumbledor's office." He said walking away.

You turn and walk back into Dumbledor's office. "So, you finally decide to come back in?"

"Sorry sir, I-"

"Now where were we? Ah, yes, Gryffindor. I'm sorry to say that you will miss the feast."

"That's okay sir, I'm not that hungry."

"Oh, and your mother, Carissa, had in trusted in me this box. I don't know what is in it, but you should have it." He said placing a descent sized chest on the desk before you and handed you a key.