Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns it, I don't. I only own the story.
Stepfather
Chapter 1
At 1353 Greb Street there came a flash of green light. A wailing occurred just after it's parents lay dead. "Master? What of the child?" The tallest man answered. "Bring her. She might become useful in the future. Leave no evidence." They wanted to oppose their master seeing no use of the muggle child.
"Yes, my lord." And they went on with the work. Done with the work they apparated back to the Riddle House. There he ordered them away. He looked at the thing in his arms, and he suddenly smiled gruesomely making the baby quiet down.
13 Years Later
"Hey Dad! What's up?" 14 year-old Darla said to her father. Her father was one of the richest people in the world, but they acted as though they were normal average people. In truth they only use so much of the money, maybe 50%. Or less.
Her father's name is Tom Riddle, more known as Lord Voldemort in the Wizarding World. She does not know this information so I ask you to not tell her. She falls on top of her bed, as Tom Riddle enters the highly decorated room and sits next to her. "Darla, you know that you can tell me anything right?" His expensive Kawasaki glasses slipping down his nose, making him even cuter, as he leaned down. Darla rolled her eyes. "Of course."
Her father in turn rolled his eyes. "Yeah, uh huh. Seriously though."
"Like what?"
"Boys?"
"With you?"
"You have anyone else to talk to?"
"No."
"So does this mean you have people crushing on you?"
"…"
"Your silent and your blushing."
Tom grinned. "Ah. My daughter is so predictable!" "I am not."
"But you're blushing."
"Dad…"
"Yes?"
"Out."
"Why?"
"Because… OUT! We'll talk later."
Darla took his hand and dragged him out. "Bye!"
A/n: Another story! Any way this is so important. Tell me during anywhere in the story if Darla is or becoming a Mary-Sue. Thank You. And I hope you all enjoyed this first piece. Please review.