Okay, don't judge me before you know me.
Look, don't you ever wish, once in a while, your family were somebody else's family? If you were me, you would, every day. I mean, you don't get to choose who your parents are. I know, because if I'd had my way, my parents wouldn't have been Tom Riddle and Amalie Kirk. You think I actually wanted to be the daughter of the evil Lord Moldy-Voldy? Ya, you thought your relatives were bad, I'm sure. Till you met me.
If I'd have had it my way, y'know, if this were my perfect world, my very nice Uncle Sam would be my father and my mum wouldn't have died of cancer when I was two… and a lot of other stuff wouldn't have happened that did.
Instead, my Muggle mother somehow managed to sleep with Moldy-Voldy without dying and had me nine months later. The daughter of said Dark Lord. Emily Murray.
Actually, my real name was Amalie Lela Riddle. But when my mum died, naturally, I was shipped off to my only living relative, Sam Riddle. Except Samuel L. Riddle is dead, by a forged record, and Sam R. Murray is the same exact age with the same birth date the same looks and almost the same parents, by all records.
So when I moved in with him, he had mine changed, legally, to Emily Rose Murray, his estranged daughter. My mother is currently listed as unknown. Basically, the cover is that I was dropped on his doorstep when I was two with a note that told him I was his daughter, no signature, and my name.
Anyway, I still don't get what mum saw in the whole snake thing with Voldy. Apparently, he looks a lot like a snake. Oh, yeah, and that half of my family can talk to snakes as well. Unfortunately, it is dominant in me. At least I didn't get the whole snake looks from Voldy. Y'know, the fact that he looks like a snake. A fact that my mum seems to have overlooked.
I was born on September 13th, and roughly one year and one month later my dad was wiped out by Harry Potter. On Halloween. When Harry was only a year old. Seriously. A baby killed the worst Dark Wizard of the age. And one year later my mum died of cancer. When I was two years old.
So I grew up with my uncle taking care of me.
But now I'm going to be eleven on the 13th of September and tomorrow, I'll be heading to Hogwarts. Because today's the last day of August. And It'll seriously be the first time i've been away from home for longer than a week. and a whole school term is a long time to try to keep a secret like mine...
But I can try...