Dad's Out There

by readwritemm

Sadie Baldock grew up in the wizarding world hearing stories of the terrible Dark wizard, You-Know-Who, just like any other witch. She went to Hogwarts, leaving behind her family of Gryffindors. It started to get strange when Sadie was Sorted into Slytherin. Why would a good, brave, kind witch join Slytherin? Because she's a descendant of the original Slytherin...and Lord Voldemort

1. Prologue

A/N:

Hi, everyone! Thanks so much for reading this story! I started it because there are ton of "Harry is Voldemort's son" but not very many good "Voldemort has a daughter in Harry's year" stories. Anyways, I'll try to update every week. Thanks!

-MM

Disclaimer: Do I own the Harry Potter books? No. Do I own the Harry Potter movies? No. So I don't own this story, not even Sadie Baldock—she was a character I found on a list of Slytherin characters. I don't own it.

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Prologue:

This is an unknown story that takes place within a story that virtually everyone in the world knows. This is the story that nobody wrote down. This is the story that I experienced, right alongside the main character of that other story. This is the story of me, Sadie Baldock: Slytherin, daughter of Lord Voldemort, and peer—and sort of friend—to Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived.

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I guess I should start this documentation when I was barely five months old. I don't remember it. I don't remember anything about that time. But the rest of the wizarding world does and to the Ministry of Magic, the only thing that matters is what they remember. Of course, they don't remember it the way I do—if I could remember it, that is.

My mum tells me about the horrid day that You-Know-Who came to the Potter's house in Godric Hallow. She tells me that he killed Lily and James Potter and when he tried to kill Harry, little Harry who was only a few months older than me, Harry survived and You-Know-Who didn't. Mum told me that because that's what Mum believed. That's what Mum believed and that's what Dad believed and that's what the "all-knowing" Ministry believed. So it must be true, right? He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named must be dead, right?

No.

I didn't know for sure back then, I guess. I listened to the stories like all of my other magical friends and believed myself safe from the Dark Lord. I didn't know who my real father was or that he was just waiting. I was completely normal...until the journal came.

I got it from a hooded figure and it was picked up by a hooded figure. There were two, short sentences scrawled inside of the little book: "The Dark Lord will return. Dad's out there." And while most people would've thought it a cruel, practical joke for a girl who was adopted by half-bloods and didn't know who her real parents were, I was horrified. I believed it. I knew He was coming back. I knew that I was in for a terrible revelation when he did.

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