AN: This is the rewrite of Tom Riddle's daughter, which in all honesty, I think was Cr**
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognise. I am doing this for fun and for nothing else.

Chapter 1

In a dark dingy room sat a girl. Nothing out of the ordinary, considering that orphanage's reputation. Yet, at the same time, the girl shouldn't have existed. Her father was dead and so was her mother.

Well, that's what people presumed.

The girl herself was rarely bothered, which was just how she liked it. Her reputation was one that people would question, unless they'd actually met her. The darkness that surrounded her was palpable; her eyes were chips of ice that had a permanent crimson tint. Expression and emotion was rare to see, and those who did see and/or cause it rarely stayed sane.

-oo00oo-

This day started the same as any other. But it was fated to go differently.

Around eleven o'clock, the girl was curled up on the lumpy bed, reading an old, thick tome with yellowing pages. People had tried to get their hands on it, curious as to what forgotten information it held, but every person had failed.

A knock on the door signified the first change in the daily pattern. No-one knocked on her door. It was an unspoken rule. Not as though anyone ever wanted to, anyway. The second change was the fact that the door opened to reveal the harried matron.

"Headmistress McGonagall to speak to you Beth," her voice held volumes of fear as she quickly relayed the message and left, revealing the stern headmistress of Hogwarts. More than a little annoyed, Beth (for that was the girls' name) closed the book and gently placed it under her bed.

"I've come to offer you a place at my school"

"I highly doubt that normally the headtecher personally comes to the students' place of residence to offer them a place at their school" Beth stated, completely ignoring McGonagall's question

"I'm afraid that your surname has some rather evil connotations at Hogwarts"

"I fail to see how that means you have to see me personally"

"I was at school with the person who was the cause of the connotations, so I understand the situation better than many of the members of staff"

"Okay… So what are these connotations and why do they exist?"

"In our world, there are three main branches of magic. Dark, Neutral and Light."

"Wait magic?"

"Didn't I mention magic before?" Beth shook her head, feigning ignorance "Sorry. Magic exists, and the school I was talking about is called Hogwarts. It's a school that teachers young wizards and witches various branches of magic"

"Oh. Right. Please continue"

"Anyway, Dark magic is illegal as it is evil in nature and corrupts people. Well, in Hogwarts there are four houses, I was in Gryffindor, but the person I'm talking about was in Slytherin. He was called Tom Marvolo Riddle, and created an alias of Lord V-V-Voldemort" she stumbled slightly over the last word "it was an anagram of his name, you see, as he hated the connection it gave him to his muggle father."

"Muggle?"

"What we call non–magical people. The point is that he went as bad as you can, strayed into magic's so old and forgotten that they were classed as Black magic. That kind of magic is ten times worse than Dark magic. He spread fear and destruction throughout our world. We were without hope, loosing hopelessly at the war, scrambling for an advantage when there was none. We were doomed.

"But then an old student of mine came back after disappearing for the majority of the year. A wanted man. Yet he was only wanted because he was the only one powerful enough to stop Tom. An epic battle ensured, and Tom was finally killed by his own rebounding curse.

"Unfortunately his legacy lives on, and so does the fear of his alias and not quite to the same extent, but still there, the fear of the surname Riddle"

"So I'm going to be hated?" Beth asked, making her voice wobble a little at the end. McGonagall looked thoughtful for a moment

"Not necessarily. You aren't from the same branch as Tom because his line is dead, and your name is muggle enough that you shouldn't get any fear. Unfortunately, you would probably gain a fair bit of suspicion."

"Suspicion I can handle. I'll go"

"That's good. You'll need to buy-"

"Sorry to interrupt, but I don't have any money"

"Hogwarts has some funds for orphaned children with no money" She pulled put a fat bag and handed it to Beth

"Thanks"

"Anyway, we'll be travelling to Diagon Ally – the magical ally – to get your supplies. This is the list" McGonagall pulled out a piece of parchment and handed it to Beth "And I'm ready to go when you are"

"No offence Headmistress, but I'm used to doing things independently and having an adult will be a little unnecessary. Also, I don't want to eat up any more of your time" McGonagall critically studied Beth before nodding

"If that's what you wish." She paused "Do you know how to get to Charring cross-road?"

"Yes"

"There's a pub that only magical folk can see called the Leaky Cauldron there. Enter it and ask for Tom the barman. He'll open the Ally for you" Beth smiled

"Thank you Headmistress McGonagall"

"You're welcome. Do you have any other questions before I go?"

"Yes, just one. How do I travel there?"

"A train will leave at eleven O'Clock from platform 9 3/4 from kings cross station on September 1st. To get onto the platform just run into the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Anything else?"

"No thank you Headmistress McGonagall. Goodbye"

"Goodbye" and with that McGonagall left

-oo00oo-

The second Beth saw her disappear round the corner; the naïve mask was dropped and replaced with her usual cold, emotionless one.

She reached under her bed and pulled out an old, tattered rucksack and carefully placed the money bag and the old tome in it, before closing it and putting on her jacket. She left the room and snuck out the orphanage, making her way to the leaky cauldron.

The second she entered the dingy pub, Beth moved over to the counter, putting back on the innocent mask

"Are you Tom?"

"Aye"

"Can you get me into the ally?" He blinked and nodded

"Follow me than"

They left the pub in favour for the bright daylight in the back courtyard.

"Take careful note of this sequence" he ordered before tapping out the entrance code, causing the bricks to shift and reveal the bustling alleyway. Tom paused and watched Beth's face consort into excitement before leaving

"Thank you!" Beth called after him, annoyed that the wonder that momentarily showed on her face wasn't all an act. Replacing the innocent mask she wandered aimlessly down the ally, popping into each shop and buying what she needed from it as she passed them. Finally she reached Olivanders.

Beth gingerly pushed open the door, more nervous than she would like. After all, it was just a wand!

"Miss Riddle, I was wondering when you would turn up" Only hours of training prevented Beth from jumping

"Mr Olivander"

"I sold your father his wand, yew and phoenix feather, 13 inches" He murmured "He did terrible things with that wand,"
"Mr Olivander?" Beth quickly interrupted his monologue, not wanting to tread any further into treacherous waters

"Wand, yes wands… What's your wand arm?"

"Left" He snapped his fingers at the tape measure, which quickly jumped into the air and started measuring, whilst he wandered through the row of boxes, muttering to himself.

"Vine and dragon heartstring. 12 inches" Beth grasped the wand and waved it, but nothing happed. Olivander took it back and began searching the shelves again. "Walnut and dragon heartstring, 12 inches" The same thing happened. The process repeated for the next five wands until; "Ebony and dragon heartstring, 13 inches" When Beth grasped the wand a cold magic flooded up her arm, but it didn't feel unwelcoming. A short wave of the wand caused a few black sparks shoot out of the end, proving its new allegiance to her. "Seven galleons please" Beth handed the worried man the money and left the shop.

-oo00oo-

Her return to the orphanage was noticed. Thankfully, the money covered the cost for a trunk that shrunk at the tap of her wand and was feather light, meaning that she could store all of her purchases in one place (her backpack) and her return suggested a long walk rather than a shopping spree. Even so, she was still severely disliked, and the fact she got away without anyone noticing was not welcome. As a result she had to dodge a few well aimed punches from some of the angry residents who'd forgotten what happens to people who try to harm her. They'd also forgotten that there was a trip coming up. A trip to the same place that Beth's father had tortured a few of the people who'd gotten on his bad side whilst he still resided at Wolls Orphanage.