Hey eveyrone! This is my first fan fic and i hope you guys all like it.

So what is this story about ? Well Voldemort ends up having a kid who comes and finds him 17 years later the night that her mother died. Candice Riddle runs into Draco Malfoy who finds himslef caught up with the Devil's Daughter when she is assigned a mission that involves her attending Hogwats School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where he was hoping to avoid going back to school. They love each other but, the Devil may has no soul. Why would he allow his own child to be happy when he can never be happy? Drama, Action, and Suspense all cram-packed in, The Devil's Daughter.

Any characters that you happen to know all belonf to J.K Rowling. That amazing wrighter that gave us 'Harry Potter.' The plot and charachters you don't know all belong to me ! muahahah.

Chapter One: Wand Point.

My hands begin to become shaky as I make my way up the driveway to the infamous Manor of the Lestrange's. It was to this location that my mother sent me well on my way while she lay dying in a muggle hospital known as Saint Michaels' in America. As my thoughts race back to my mother I have to force myself to close my eyes and will the tears away. There is absolutely no possibility that my father will see my like this, like a weak little girl. Feeling the mask on my face begin to form as one of indifference, I feel comfort. For reasons unknown, I was born with a talent of being able to rid all emotions and expressions that may portray what kind of mood I may actually be in. My mother always used to tell me that it was a talent that my father had been known for. Another talent that I had made it self known when my mother would attempt to use legitimacy on me, and she would not be able to see any memories or thought I was having. Apparently I already had a blocked mind from some type of cure known as occlumency. My mother claimed that she was very skilled in this particular area of magic and told me on countless occasions that I had been born with it because 'that's just how good I was.'

There had to be something more though. Something I was missing. Something I was not told about.

When my mother lay on her death bed she finally told me the truth about everything. Everything. It was quite a lot to take in seeing as how I never knew there was a part of my life she was hiding from me.

"Your father and I did not love each other." Her words were so cruel the way she said them. Like a bitter ex wife would be after years and years of a forced marriage gone horribly wrong.

"Of course you did!" I insisted, "You guys were married nearly 4 years." I stated unnecessarily. She knew the years, so why was I pointing out the obvious? She reached up to stroke my cheek with her thumb and looked at me like I was an image of the god's, like she would never want to forget my face and wanted an internal photograph. She waited a few moments to reply and just simply shook her head at me with a smile no longer playing at the corners of her lips.

"No, sweetie, we were not married. Ever." My breathing stopped if only for a minute. If this was the only thing she had to tell me than I would be able to handle it. A lie is a lie that can not be undone with the seeds of time, and it was something I would never hold against her anyways. "We never even dated." She stated lamely and shook her head once more before she dropped her hand from my face and looked out the window. The corners of her mouth turned up once again until she had a full smile on her face. She seemed younger when she smiled, even now while she is dying.

She laughed to herself and I couldn't help but think that she was probably reliving a memory that has to do with the conversation that was are having now. "We met in London while we were 18 and had just graduated from Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry," she said the last part quietly and looked around making sure that no muggles in the hospital were capable of hearing us. "Just barley a year older than you are now." She gave me a small smile and placed her hand on mine while tracing patterns on it like she used to do while I was a child. "We were happy together if only for a few moments before…" she trailed off and raised her eyebrows at me, "No glory details for your sake my darling. Though we tried to go out a couple of more times after that, we found that we were just not compatible for each other." She shrugged her shoulders and I felt a belt go around my heart and squeeze it as I watched her wince at the small movement. "I told him about you of course, and he did a serious of spells and jinx's on me to ensure my…well your safety."

I felt as if though my mind was not working right at that the women before me must be a liar of some sorts. That she was telling me a loud of rubbish as her last prank on me before she leaves my side forever.

"Spells and jinx's as in forever occlumented?" I asked in a bored tone. She nodded and the smile once again left her lips as she saw my facial expression change from interested to a bored look. "So is he even dead?" I asked while looking down at my finger nails like I had no interest in her reply. The truth was that I was very curious in what she would say and found myself clinging to every word that she did say.

"Yes." My mother stated while trying to prop herself into a sitting position on the bed. The belt on my heart tightened a few more notches watching all the effort that was put into such a small task. "I want you to go see him. Though, darling, I want you to know that I kept you away from him for your own good. That he is the reason that we moved to muggle Massachusetts in the first place. He is not a bad man but probably not the most idealistic father figure that I wanted you to have." She started breathing quickly and the heart monitor on the other side of her bed began to make a beeping noise continuously.

I tore my gaze from my mother to look at the monitor not really knowing what to do. My body became rigid and my thoughts were frozen to one thing only 'someone help me, someone help me.'

I looked back down at my mother as she touched my face, "Let your guard down, pumpkin." With the childish nickname she always used to call me, all my defenses came down. Tears poured down my face as a clung to her body willing her to stay with me. The door burst open then with six people rushing in with blue face mask and gloves on. They continuously told me to move aside but, I could not will myself to move.

"642 Brookpoint Rd." My mother said faintly, "Tell him I said hello." She smiled as she saw a tear slip though my closed eyes. She had finally seen all my defenses down and was happy about that. As long as I could make her happy, I would be forever pleased.

Her eyes fluttered shut and her body went limp as the people around her worked furiously to try and save her. All together at once, as if it were synchronized, they all stopped and looked at my mother than looked at me. Pulling their face mask down and seeing their frowns showed that they hated to be the one to have to tell me the news of my mother's condition. Why would you need to tell me if I am standing in the room? I can obviously see for myself what has happened and what needs to happen.

Without spearing anyone in the room one last glace, I apperated to the gate of 642 Brookpoint Rd. That's where the gate told me that I have arrived at the Lestrange Manor.

Looking down at myself now I could tell that I was no doubt dressed completely wrong. I wore muggle clothes that I acquired over the years because I had to attend a muggle high school. My mom had to be the one to tutor me in my magic studies when we left London, telling me that I was never to attend Hogwarts just as she had. My Jeans were ripped for no reason in particular; they were just ripped for the heck of it. My shirt was long sleeved and a bright green that made my crystal blue eyes and artificially red hair stand out. When I took the last step that would put me face to face with the door, I could not quite will my self to wrap my knuckles against it. I was nervous.

Before I did anything I drew in a long breath from the warm air of the summers night and composed my face to once of innocence. When I finally conjured up the courage to knock on the door I made sure that my wand was in a place where I could quickly grab it if necessary. The thought alone almost made me pause with my fist in mid-air. Why would I need to hex anyone that has any relation to my own flesh and blood? I dismissed my stupid thoughts and pounded my knuckles on the door waiting for it to open.

There was a strange tingly feeling in the pit of my stomach that was caused surely by the thought of seeing my father for the first time. The huge oak door was slowly opened by someone with silvery eyes and a wand pointed in my direction. I was taken aback momentarily at the sight of the wand trained on my heart and was contemplating whether or not I should mimic the movements.

"What are you doing here?" The voice was male and had acid attached to every word he said. I opened my mouth then closed it not sure what my reply should be.

"I'm hear to see my father." I said sweetly, trying to match my voice to the look I wanted to portray in my eyes and on my face.

The boy hesitated for a minute before opening the door further and letting the light of the night show who he was completely. He had platinum blonde hair that stopped at his ears with a few wisp of it falling just above his silvery eyes. He was tall, much taller than my pathetic 5'0; he looked like he was at least 6'0 or 6'4 at the very least. He was wearing a black suite with a green and black tie with a dark cloak that clipped at his neck. He gave me an incredulous look as if showing his thoughts in an expression that read 'are you crazy?' I wanted to ask why he was looking at me like that but before I could voice my thoughts, I was pushed into the wall right next to the door with my arms behind my back. There was something pushing at my neck with a dull edge which I could only presume was the wand of my captor.

"What do you want?" It wasn't the voice I thought it would be and most certainly not to greeting I thought I would be getting. The voice was a female and her hair was brushing up against the nape of my neck which gave me the urge to itch it.

"I want to see my father." I half demanded and half stated, "According to my mother, my father currently occupies this manner. So…" I trailed off while trying to shove myself off the wall. It didn't work and she only pushed my harder against the wall while her wand poked at another place on my neck. "So…" I stated again, "I was hoping that I could see him-"

"Let's take her to the Dark Lord." The voice of the boy that answered the door for me said. "I could use some enjoyment sometime today." 'Enjoyment?' I was confused by his words but was relieved when the women's wand was no longer on my throat and she loosened her grip on my arms.

"Yes, it has been a tad bit dull, hasn't it?" She laughed to herself before spinning me around to face the blonde boy and herself. The women looked like she was just about my moms age and had a full head of curly black hair that was half up half down. She turned to face the blonde boy and fiddled with her wand in her hands. "I will go tell him what is going on and then hopefully we can have some fun!" She exclaimed, "Be a doll and bring her down in a few minutes." She didn't wait for a reply but instead bolted down the hallway and to the left.

I stood there with my back up against the wall still trying to figure out what was going on. Surely London had not had greetings like this when you go to someone's when I had last lived here when I was 11? There was a voice in the back of my head that was demanding to be paid attention to and telling me that this is not a safe thing to do. That I should run right now while the crazy lady is away.

My mom told me to come here. I will stand my ground and put up with all this rubbish on her behalf and on mine. I will stay and meet my father, than I can be on my merry way.

"You are not muggle, are you?" The voice came from behind me and I whirled around, scared that I would be pushed up to the wall with a wand at my throat again.

"No."

"Mud blood?"

"Mud-muggle born? Oh, no."

"Half blood?"

"No."

"Ah, a pureblood." He appraised me and shook his head while doing so. The significance of the statement was unclear so I waited a moment to wait and see if he would explain. While I waited for blonde boy to get the message that I didn't understand what he was talking about I took up looking at the pictures that were in the entrance hall. There was nothing interesting or pretty to look at, just a bunch of dark colors that seemed to have been splattered onto the canvas. I looked back at the boy and put my innocent face once again.

"I'm sorry, what do you mean?" the sickly sweet voice grossed me out but it tended to help in situations like these. Blonde boy just smirked at me and raised an eyebrow.

"Drop the act." He said demandingly while still holding the smirk on his pale face.

"What act?" I looked at him straight in the eye and raised my eye brow also as if daring him to answer. He seemed to have gotten the point and put his palms up towards me as a sign of surrendering. "So why is it so important that I am a pureblood?"

"Because if you are anything but, they will kill you on the spot." He shrugged his shoulders then looked past me to the other side of the hallway.

Turning around to peer at what was behind me, I immediately wanted to turn and run for the door. The crazy woman was back and her wand was being pulled out of her pocket while she walked towards me. I turned back to look at the blonde boy but he had his wand out to and I knew that I was trapped. He looked into my eyes then back down at his wand as if making a quick decision then pointed his wand directly at my chest.

"Stupefy." He said loudly. There was black gathering around my eyes and before I could completely hit the ground I felt a pair of warm, strong, and protective arms around me.

Then there was darkness.