Hanna's Tale
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or his posse-that pleasure belongs to Mrs. J. K. Rowling. I do own Hanna. So ha on you.
A/N- this is my first fanfic, so be gentle. Rating may change in later chapters.
Summery- Voldermort has a daughter. What happens when she runs away from home?
Chapter 1- New Life
Hanna Riddle sat on her bed. She was tired, but she couldn't sleep. Her father was having a meeting upstairs. She knew what they were talking about, even if she couldn't hear them. They were planning to kill Harry Potter again. Hanna was doubtful that this plan would be any better then the last ones, but she wouldn't tell her dad that.
"Hanna, get up here!" she heard her father yell.
Hanna sighed and got up from her bed. She hated her.well.what she called a room. She slept in the basement and her bed was so uncomfortable, she was sure that the ones at Azkaban were better.
She slowly walked up the stairs and through the door to the kitchen, where her father and his friends, the death eaters, were.
"Yes father?" she asked, looking around.
"Hanna, kindly get us some Firewhisky, this is a time for celebration." he said happily.
"Yes sir," she said.
Hanna walked to the kitchen to get the drinks. As Hanna reached to the cabinet to get the glasses, she thought about her life. I hate my life. I hate my father, and his friends. I hate this house and the world, I hate everyone and everything. I wish I would just die, she thought bitterly.
After she had gotten the drinks and glasses, she looked around the room at all the death eaters. Bellatrix Lestrange (sp?), whom her father favored; Peter Pettigrew, who was a spy, and then to her father. He was the leader of the death eaters. They called him the Dark Lord, but his real name was Tom Riddle. He was the most feared wizard in the world, and Hanna hated it, hated him. He thought that she was his slave, and he killed her mother. At some points, he was physically abusive to her. Hanna didn't want to live here. She wanted another family, another life, and she was going to get it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or his posse-that pleasure belongs to Mrs. J. K. Rowling. I do own Hanna. So ha on you.
A/N- this is my first fanfic, so be gentle. Rating may change in later chapters.
Summery- Voldermort has a daughter. What happens when she runs away from home?
Chapter 1- New Life
Hanna Riddle sat on her bed. She was tired, but she couldn't sleep. Her father was having a meeting upstairs. She knew what they were talking about, even if she couldn't hear them. They were planning to kill Harry Potter again. Hanna was doubtful that this plan would be any better then the last ones, but she wouldn't tell her dad that.
"Hanna, get up here!" she heard her father yell.
Hanna sighed and got up from her bed. She hated her.well.what she called a room. She slept in the basement and her bed was so uncomfortable, she was sure that the ones at Azkaban were better.
She slowly walked up the stairs and through the door to the kitchen, where her father and his friends, the death eaters, were.
"Yes father?" she asked, looking around.
"Hanna, kindly get us some Firewhisky, this is a time for celebration." he said happily.
"Yes sir," she said.
Hanna walked to the kitchen to get the drinks. As Hanna reached to the cabinet to get the glasses, she thought about her life. I hate my life. I hate my father, and his friends. I hate this house and the world, I hate everyone and everything. I wish I would just die, she thought bitterly.
After she had gotten the drinks and glasses, she looked around the room at all the death eaters. Bellatrix Lestrange (sp?), whom her father favored; Peter Pettigrew, who was a spy, and then to her father. He was the leader of the death eaters. They called him the Dark Lord, but his real name was Tom Riddle. He was the most feared wizard in the world, and Hanna hated it, hated him. He thought that she was his slave, and he killed her mother. At some points, he was physically abusive to her. Hanna didn't want to live here. She wanted another family, another life, and she was going to get it.
