AN/ This is my first fanfic! Sorry about the chapter being so short, but rest assured the next chapter will be longer! Reviews welcome!
Chapter 1
I ran down the cold, dark, stone hallways, hallways too cold for July. I felt nothing but the overwhelming need to escape, heard nothing but the slap of my sneakers on the floor, the frantic beating of my heart. I turned corner after corner, ran up stairwell after stairwell, anything to get away from him.
I knew he was following closely, of course he was. He wouldn't let me slip right through his gnarled, horrible hands, hands that had taken away so many lives, young and old, beautiful and ugly; no one was safe from him while he still lived. Oh how I would love to be the one to stop his terrible reign of terror, if not for the rest of the wizarding world, but for the many years he had held me in that cage. Ah sweet revenge, he would die by my hand, I would make sure of that. But not today, today my main goal was to escape, to leave the horrible place where nightmares became reality, and where the shadow master ruled.
I was wrenched out of my inner ramblings by the oncoming floor. I had tripped on the one step that I always did, the one right in front of the left south-west stairs. I lay, sprawled out on the floor, hurting everywhere but not about to cry out. I cocked an ear, listening for any sound that he was still behind me, waiting for me to get up, just to bring me down again. Like he always did.
Hearing nothing, I swiftly jumped to my feet, and began to run again, ignoring the burning wave of pain that came crashing down on me with every step. But there he was, right around the corner.
I hit him full on, and was tossed to the floor from the impact. He sneered down at me just like he always did, when I tried to escape.
"I guess you don't remember how your last little escape mission ended, and the one before that and before that. When will it get into your thick skull that there is no way to escape me, daughter? I will always find you, even when you think you've finally free, I will be there. To wrench you out of your little dream world. Because it doesn't matter how hard you fight, I will always fight harder". And with that, he picked up his wand and pointed the tip at me. I knew what would happen next, could already feel the excruciating pain seeping through my bones, poisoning me from the inside out.
And just before I blacked out from the pain of the Crucio he was throwing at me, I saw his face, laughing at me. The face of the most feared wizard in the Wizarding World. The face of the most powerful sorcerer, second only to the great Albus Dumbledore. The face of Tom Marvolo Riddle, known to all who feared and respected him as Lord Voldemort. The face, unfortunately, of my father. And you thought your daddy problems were bad.
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