Eylia Riddle

It was a dark nigt in the middle of June. There was lightning and a woman was about to give the birth to a little baby girl. The father to the unborn child held the woman´s hand and talked to her in a smoothe voice and let his hand caress her hair. Afther three hours there was a new life on earth. The family sat there quiet and the new parents were looking at their adorable baby. The baby had chocolate brown eyes just like her mother but her hair was very dark brown, almost black, like her father´s.

Three days after the baby was born they were allowed to leave the hospital. They lived in a big mansion at the outside if a little town. They had a large garden with flowers in all colors of the rainbow. The garden even had a swing.

The father was very into the dark arts. In fact you could call him the devil himself. He was the most feared wizard in the whole wide world. Almost nobody even dared to say his name, everybody called him You-Know-Who or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. But there were a few who called him by the name he was famous for, Lord Voldemort. Voldemort had two identities, the normal man named Tom Riddle and the feared Dark Lord. The baby´s mother was a witch and she was a little like her husband. She had killed many children through her years and now she regretted it when she held her own child in her arms.

The years went by and the little girl grew up. Her mother and father taught her everything they knew. When she was five years old her father got her her first wand. Her father had done so that the Ministry wouldn´t know that she had done magic before she was off age. She had got to learn how to make a leaf fly with the spell Wingardium Leviosa and how to kill a rabbit with Avada Kedavra. She could brew any poison even if you woke her up in the middle of the night and asked her to brew the poison.

Eylia, as the girl was named, did get to know that her father was a dark wizard when she was ten years of age. She didn´t take it very well that they had kept it from her all these years. But soon she got over it and sometimes her father took her with him and when she was ten and a half years she had killed her first muggle. Her parents were so proud.

On her eleventh birthday she got her letter from the wizard school in England, Hogwarts and that´s where our story starts...