DMLS FANFIC #2
" I'm not what you would call a nice person" I said to Judge Barty Crouch during my trial. " I'm not going to talk or say anything either so you might as well give up at your effortless attempts to win me over Mr. Crouch" I continued on in my undying Italian veela accent. " Okay then how about the simple questions then?" Barty asked " Fine then" I told him not at all happy with doing this for the fourth time. " State your name" " Ciara Natalie Marvolo Riddle" "State your age and if or if not you are or will be attending a wizarding school" "Age 14 And I will soon be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." "So your underage to be using magic outside of school?" he pressed on trying to once again win me over and try and coax me to spill me deep dark truth. "YES I am but if you will stop trying to coax me into talking Barty because you know it will not work so just send me back to jail you old shriveled up prune I will not Be Won over like Igor Kargortoh was I will no give you evidence or names to research so you can try and try and try again and again and again but all will fail so send me back to jail" I said growing angry will everything he asked me. "Fine seems as though you have won this round miss riddle guards take her to her cell."Barty hollered to the guards. I had been to azkaban numerous times heck I even had my own cell decorated to my liking and I had roommates as well.
If you hadn't already figured out by now who my father is then I might as well tell you now. My Father is Tom Marvolo Riddle, over the years he has obtained multiple names He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, by his followers or Death Eaters The Dark Lord, and to those who dare speak it Voldemort. However I do have a personal favorite Moldy-Wart, I came across that name in the window of Weasley's Wizards Wheezes at Diagon Alley.