This is my second story on this website so I hope you guys will enjoy this. I am still writing another story but I really wanted to share this one. Hope you guys enjoy!

Prologue

It was a cold night in England's countryside and it was raining heavily. No one was outside except one woman who was walking down the street with a hood over her face and an infant in her arms. The woman looked like she'd once been very beautiful but now her features were sunken in and her eyes shone with madness. The infant had been born a month earlier and it was wailing in the cold. The woman looked down at the baby, annoyed but continued to walk towards a house in the distance. She was going to give her daughter to a family she'd been watching, the Millers. They seemed like good enough people and Bellatrix knew that if anyone found out who the child's father was, she'd be doomed to a life of misery and rejection. Bellatrix may have been a merciless person but she loved the child's father dearly. Anything that was his was important so she wanted to ensure that the child had a good life.

As much as Bellatrix would like to keep the child for herself and raise her properly, she knew she couldn't. She was on the run from the ministry, she had been for years, and she knew she'd eventually get caught. Even the best criminals do and she didn't want ministry officials to get a hold of her child too. Eventually Bellatrix reached the Millers house and she laid her baby on the front doorstep and knocked. She waited until she heard footsteps before apparating away. The Millers opened the door and saw the beautiful baby on their doorstep. The couple had always wanted a child of their own but were never fortunate enough to have one. They took the baby inside and decided to name her, Emily.

17 Years Later

It was a warm day in June and the school was buzzing with the anticipation of summer break. I was wearing denim shorts and a striped crop top with sandals and I was walking next to my boyfriend, James. We were walking towards the lake, one of our favorite spots to go together.

"So what are you planning on doing over the summer?" I asked curiously.

"Hanging out with you of course." James said smiling and winking at me.

"No seriously, what are you doing?" I said, rolling my eyes.

"Well my only plans are playing quidditch with my family and hanging out with my friends."

"That sounds fun," I said. "We definitely need to practice quidditch over the summer, we're starting our seventh year and I really want to win next season."

"Yeah we would have won this season if it hadn't been for those cheating Slytherins."

This season Gryffindor lost to Slytherin in the final match because a Slytherin Beater took out our goalie, Alex Timmings. James had been talking about it ever since and vowed to win his last year. At my time at Hogwarts, I'd been on the team ever since second year and we'd won every season except this years season. James had been on the team since first year and they'd won every year up until now, that's why James was so pissed.

"Yeah but whatever, we'll beat them this season." I said and I pulled James towards me and kissed him lightly on the lips. He smiled against my lips and pulled me even closer to him.

"What am I going to do without you for two months?" He mumbled against my lips.

I pulled away and looked at him. "I don't know, it's not like we can apparate now or anything." I said sarcastically.

"Well I'll be frequently apparating to your house, just so you know." James said slyly and he pulled me down to the ground and started to kiss me, pulling me on top of him.

"Excuse me," A voice said suddenly. I shot off of James and looked up at the voice that had spoken. It was Professor Clearwater, the Transfiguration teacher. "The headmistress would like to speak to both of you." She turned around and motioned for James and I to follow her. I looked at James questioningly and he shrugged. I thought that maybe his dad came to say hi, James said he did that sometimes.

We followed Professor Clearwater to the passage leading up to the Headmistresses office and she mumbled the password and stairs appeared. When James and I reached the top landing I saw Jame's parents, as well as mine, standing there. James's parents waved at me and my parents came up to hug me.

"What's going on?" James and I said in unison. We looked at each other and laughed, that happened a lot.

"Oh you two spend too much time together." Ginny Potter said jokingly, shaking her head.

"We do too." Harry said looking at his wife with a knowing look. "Especially when we first started dating." She smiled back at him happily and I heard James make a retching noise. I slapped him playfully on the arm and looked at him.

"They're so cute." I whispered and he turned to glare at me.

"I hate it when people say that."

"But it's true." He just looked at me and rolled his eyes.

Just then the Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall came into the room with a grim expression. Her presence commanded silence and all the conversations in the room stopped.

She cleared her throat before speaking. "It has come to my attention that Voldemort had a daughter." McGonagall said rather bluntly and everyone looked at each other, dumbfounded.

"Headmistress, may I ask why we are here? None of us have anything to do with this and I don't want to drag my son into this." Ginny said.

"Mom-" James started, annoyed.

"Silence," Mcgonagall said and once again the room was silent. "Like I was saying he had a daughter and it is important your son knows because he knows her and I think he might be in danger, as well as all of you."

"That's preposterous!" Harry cried, full of disbelief. "There is no way Voldemort could have had a daughter."

"It's not so preposterous actually. The mother, Bellatrix Lestrange, has recently come forward to claim this daughter." McGonagall challenged. "And her daughter is sitting in this very room. Her daughter is you, Emily." McGonagall said, turning to look at me. I froze, unable to speak or even breathe. This can't be happening, I am not the daughter of a monster. "Isn't it true that you adopted Emily?" McGonagall asked, looking at my parents.

"Someone left her on our doorstep." My dad said. His words were the final blow to my disbelief. How could my parents not tell me I was adopted? I was angry but I was more hurt at the fact they didn't tell me. "There's no way our sweet Emma is the daughter of You Know Who though. She can't be."

"I'm afraid she is," McGonagall said gravely.

"Why didn't you guys tell me I wasn't yours?" I asked warily.

"You are ours Emily." My mom said bitterly. "This doesn't change anything. It doesn't matter who you came from, we raised you."

My mom walked over and hugged me but my dad just looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time.

"Honey, Emily can't live with us anymore," My dad said, looking at my mother.

I looked at my dad, confused.

"Why not?!" My mother asked angrily.

"Because she could be dangerous!" My dad said, refusing to make eye contact with me. At his words, I could almost feel my heart ripping in half. All the memories I had of him taking me to see movies or going out for ice cream came flooding back. I could feel tears rushing to my eyes but I refused to cry in front of all these people.

"Well then you can leave," My mother stated firmly. "Emily is my daughter and nothing can change that."

My heart lifted at my mother's words but I could still feel the tears in my eyes.

"Fine," my father said. "I'll be packed and gone before you even get home." Then my father stomped out of the room angrily. I had no idea where he was going but I had a feeling I wouldn't see him anytime soon. Part of me wondered if I'd ever see him again.

"Well what are you going to do?" I asked, looking at professor McGonagall gloomily.

"Well as you can imagine, I don't fancy having you here," Mcgonagall said. "But you haven't done anything wrong, yet, so I can't kick you out. The teachers will be keeping a close eye on you though and if you put one toe out of line, you are gone. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am," I said. "Thank you." I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from saying something snarky. This whole conversation was absurd, I had no idea I was Voldemort's daughter. Why are they so afraid of me, haven't I proven I'm different than him?

I looked to my left where James had been standing and saw that he wasn't there. He was standing next to his parents. James wasn't looking at me but Mr. and Mrs. Potter were glaring at me.

After an awkward pause, McGonagall spoke. "Well you two can get going," she said looking at James and I. "I'd like to say a few things to your parents."

Before we were out the door though, Ginny began to speak. "Son stay away from her, please. It's for your own good."

James stopped walking and turned around to face his mom. "Don't worry mom, I wont be going anywhere near her."

I stopped in my tracks, taken aback. Throughout this whole conversation I was sure James would stand by me. He hated people treating him like Harry Potter's son. He had always told me that it didn't matter where you came from, it just mattered where you go. Why was he suddenly judging me based on my parents?

James turned around and continued to walk quickly towards the door. I walked slower so that the Potter's wouldn't think I was following him. When I was out of sight though, I ran after him and caught up to him as he walked quickly down the corridors. It looked like he was headed outside. I called his name but he ignored me and walked even faster.

I sprinted towards him and grabbed his arm and I pulled him around to face me. "James please tell me that you don't care," I said desperately. "It isn't a big deal."

"You are the daughter of the monster who tried to kill my dad." James said angrily. "Your father caused my father a lot of grief and suffering. So yeah it is a big deal."

"I can't help who my parents are," I said just as angrily. "You used to always tell me that it didn't matter where you came from, it mattered where you go."

"But you're his daughter, who knows what you're capable of."

"I'm still the same Emily I've always been. We've dated since fifth year and we were best friends before that."

"Well not anymore. I would never be friends with or date Voldemort's daughter," He spat.

"James please-" I begged.

"Stay away from me," James said and he turned around and walked outside. I followed him and grabbed his arm again.

"James please, don't breakup with me. I-I love you."

I really did love James. He had been my best friend since second year, when I'd joined the quidditch team.

"You love me? Well that's a shame because I sure as hell don't love you."

His words made made any traces of sadness disappear and it was replaced with a new emotion. Anger. It boiled up inside me and just when I thought I was about to explode, a powerful wind started up. Realizing I'd caused the wind, I tried to calm down. Luckily I was able to after only a few seconds and the wind stopped.

"Wow you really are a freak." James said scornfully. "It's a real shame I've wasted so much time dating you."

The anger I'd had just a few seconds before disappeared and it was replaced with the same sadness I'd been feeling earlier. I could feel hot tears running down my face and smudging my perfectly applied makeup. I turned away from him and began to walk quickly towards the castle, shielding my face from onlookers. I hurried to Gryffindor tower and ran up the stairs to my dorm. Luckily none of my friends were there so I didn't have to explain what had happened. This had to have been the worst day of my life but something told me, it'd only get worse.

The next part of this story will pick up with Emily starting her seventh year. Thanks for reading! :)