Heiress of Slytherin

by kitkatb493

"Don't you think it's a bit odd that people think there is only good and evil?" "I don't think it's odd at all." What if Tom Riddle, Voldemort, had a daughter? One that was almost exactly like him. Except, she attends Hogwarts with The Boy Who Lived. Well, that changes the course of events, doesn't it? Follow her as she experiences her Hogwarts years, and goes on an epic adventure.

1. Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own anything by JK Rowling, like the characters, setting, story, etc.

Also, pretend Cursed Child never existed. The story will make way more sense.

Heiress of Slytherin

Prologue

October 31st, 1980

"Nathara Aries Riddle."

Cassiopeia Shafiq-Riddle held the girl in her gentle hands. Nathara had gleaming silver eyes, just like her mother, but she had dark hair, and a face like her father, Tom Marvolo Riddle. It would surprise most people who knew Tom that he would be here. But, this was different. Cassie was his only true friend, and Nathara was his heir. Someone to take over when he died…

Tom shivered at the thought. He wouldn't die. How could he die? He, Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Voldemort, the greatest wizard of all time could not die! He would take over the Wizarding World with his loyal Death Eaters, and little Nathara would become one too. He would not die.

Tom gazed into Nathara's silver eyes and noticed small flecks of green in them. Slytherin. Something larger in those eyes, he noticed, was an urge for power.

October 31st, 1981

"Avada kedavra."

James Potter dropped dead. Lord Voldemort made his way to the room where Lily Potter and her son were in.

"Please, don't kill Harry!" she begged.

"Get out of the way," Voldemort snarled.

This foolish woman, thinking she could defy Lord Voldemort.

"Avada kedavra."

The curse was intended for the Potter boy, but the woman stepped in the way. Without a care, Lord Voldemort proceeded to kill Harry.

"Avada kedavra!"

And everything went black.

The same day

"Mummy! Mum!" One year old Nathara called. Nathara was exceedingly bright, and well beyond most one year olds. She moved very swiftly and gracefully, and could understand most of the Death Eater meetings her father held. She wasn't allowed to join them, but secretly listened. She even showed signs of accidental magic. Just like her father.

"Nathara, sweetie," Cassie rushed into the room. "The Ministry are coming. Hurry get Bitsy. Mrs. Malfoy will be there soon." Cassie pulled her daughter into a tight embrace and whispered,"I love you."

Confused of the sudden worriedness in her mother's voice, Nathara didn't respond. Cassie rushed out of the room. Nathara obeyed her order. She found Bitsy, the house elf. Bitsy apparated as soon as Nathara got hold of Bitsy. Nathara felt the sick, nauseating sensation of being pulled through a small rubber tube, and arrived at Malfoy Manor.

"Oh, Bitsy is so sorry! Bitsy should have warned Mistress Nathara of apparating! What can Bitsy do to help?" the elf squeaked.

"Where's Mrs. Malfoy?" Nathara mumbled, still dizzy from the apparition.

"Right here," Mrs. Malfoy said as she approached Nathara. She took Nathara's hand and lead her inside the elegant manor.

"Where's Mummy?"

By that time, Lucius and little Draco were in the same room as Mrs. Malfoy and Nathara.

"Narcissa, what are you doing?" Lucius hissed.

Ignoring her husband, Narcissa carefully spoke to Nathara, "Nathara, sweetie, your Mum is in Azkaban."

All the glass in the room shattered, literally.

A/N: Hello! This is my first story. Please tell me what you think in the reviews section. I will appreciate that. The next chapters will be longer. I will also probably update as often as I can, because I have loads of free time until school starts again. I also like chocolate chip cookies. :)

-Kat