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JK Rowling. All rights belong to her and all the other harry potter people that own it.
Voldemorts Daughter:
The Beginning of an End
Wasn't it the shock of my life that day, precisely 16 years 3 months and 29 days 18 hours and 28 minutes old. Seems stupid that I know that. But this was no ordinary day for me, the day I found out I Anna White am Voldemorts daughter. Of course many would think that you know who can't have a daughter. He has no need of an heir, he believes he will live forever.
Well, those who say that. You're wrong.
After everything that has happened, I have this urge to write it all down, just to make sure the atrocities that I have witnessed and been part of doesn't ever. Ever. Happen to the wizarding community. Or any community really. I told professor Slughorn about it, and showed him the draft.
He just kind of looked at me funny and said "I think the editor will have to fix up a few things in this". Suppose he's right. I'm only 17, my English is alright, but you know can't do everything right. SO anyway, here's what happened... I... guess? Ha.
It was just sundown, no big storms rolling in, no full moon or anything like that, it'd fit. But this is a real life story. So no. There was a bit of smoke coming from the oven though? So I'm just at the table waiting for some chicken tonight, when there's a tapping at the window, I peer out of it and see the strangest thing, an owl, 'Holy Shit' I thought, all white and grey feathered, a real fricking owl knocking at the kitchen window. It turned its head and looked at me, then tapped again. I yelped and jumped back. Now it's not like I'd never seen an owl before, but its kind of the first time ones been polite enough to tap on my window before leaving a present on the house or car.
"What's that?" Mum asked.
"There's an owl at the window" I whispered to her, as if it could hear me.
"Oh don't be ridicu-" she stopped mid sentence and I was taken aback by the shocked look she had on her face as she turned. It was as if she recognized the owl.
"Maybe it's your Hogwarts letter" my little sister laughed.
See, in the world I was forced to grow up in, Harry Potter is a series of books and movies, Ron, Hermione, Draco, my father, all of them. They are all of fiction. Weird I know. Well now it seems weird.
"Tianne, go upstairs"
"But mu-"
"Go Upstairs Tianne!"
Mums not a yeller, when she yells, you know something's going down.
"Mum, what's going on?" I asked as she opened the window and let the owl in. Imagine my shock horror when tied to the birds leg was some letters and a small black box with an emerald green ribbon around it.
"There is... a lot we have to talk about. But first I need to make some calls, please don't read any of it until I come back" she left me standing there, having some sort of stare of with the owl as it stuck out its leg to me, tempting me to read its contents. This must be some big jokes. I was a big fan of the series; everyone knew that, probably Dywayne or Cassy making some prank on me.
I could hear her on the phone in the other room, talking quickly and quietly to the unknown person on the other end of the line, I heard bits and pieces, "its time" "it's open". What the bloody hell was going on. Is mum in on this joke? She cant talk she has a poster of Professor Snape in her Cupboard!
I was standing there for what felt for a lifetime staring at the owl; it was probably only a few minutes. But I was debating in my head if birds had emotions, when mum came back in looking pale like a ghost.
"Mind letting me in on the little prank you guys set up here? I'm not as dumb as I look you know" I launched at her surly as ever.
"Why don't you open them and... then we will talk, ill be upstairs putting your sister to bed."
So Now! I can open them? I walked warily towards the bird and slowly reached out my hand and untied it and ripped my hand back before it could peck me. Not that it went to. I'm not really a bird person.
There were two letters in my hand one addressed to me and one addressed to my mother. The box however just said 'For the stolen'. I laughed to myself as I looked at the letter for me, they really had gone all out with this hadn't they, parchment, Calligraphy in ink and all the like.
I opened it and read aloud
"Been accepted to Hogwarts, blah blah blah, Train, blah blah blah, equipment" it wasn't until I reached the third page that I stopped laughing, the letter claimed to be from my father. Now this was really cruel of them. My father had died when I was two years old and everyone knew that. This is just sadistic. It didn't exactly sound loving and long like a letter should be if my father had been raised from the dead and wanted to reunite with his long lost daughter.
Not to mention the fact it didn't make any sense.
'Anna, I have finally found a way to return you and the others to where you belong. In the box, your Mother shall know what to do with it. Do hurry as there is much to do before the school term starts.
Sincerely, you're Father.'
The others? Return to where? In the box? All these questions raced through my head as I tried to make sense of it all. No, with the way mum was acting this is no joke. What does this mean. The Harry Potter world isn't real! These people are lunatics! I called out for mum and held the letter out to her, the question and outrage evident on my face.
"What do you mean he's alive? And why's he sending fake Hogwarts letters with an OWl! Is he mental? Is that is? It is isn't it? Oh god I have a crazy father!"
"Let me explain Anna." as my mum's voice cut in my frantic rambling stopped. I could tell by her tone this was a lot more serious than I thought possible.
I just didn't know how serious.
Authors Note: This is my first fan fiction ever. So please review! Let me know what's good what's good what's bad.
Thank you and goodnight!
