A Dreadful Mistake

"Leave Tom, just leave and don't come back!" a woman yelled at her husband, as she clutched her baby daughter, holding her to her chest so she wouldn't drop her. The kitchen lights were dim, for they were going to go out soon. The cold England night was very clear and was full of stars, and the moon was clearer than ever.

Tom sighed, all of a sudden, two men burst through the door.

"Lord Voldemort, are you ready to travel to the Potter's?" one asked, his long white hair shinned in the moonlight.

"Malfoy, Snape, wait outside, don't go until I give the signal!" Tom/Voldemort ordered, they nodded and left.

"See what I mean?" Carrie demanded, once the men left. "You're killing innocent people, just to gain power! We are so getting a divorce!" she screamed

Then something snapped inside of Tom, he looked fiercely at his wife in an evil rage. "GOOD! Cause my life was easier without an annoying bitch to drag along with me!" he shouted at her. Her mouth dropped but she snapped it together quickly.

"I'm keeping Samantha," she told him grimly.

"I don't care…" he told her slowly, "I hate you… and I hate Samantha, I wish you were both dead," after that, there was an awkward silence.

"I thought you loved me," she whispered silently.

"I never loved you," he told her sternly. Carrie looked at him with horrified expression then left the room with daughter. She sat down on rocking chair holding her baby softly.

"Are you ready to leave to Potter's, my lord?" she heard a voice ask when Tom opened the door.

"Yes, Lucius, make sure the others are ready and then we'll leave," the door closed behind him as he stepped outside.

She then went back into the baby's room and put in her pink crib. The woman looked around the room and sighed. Her small house was nice cozy and remote in the outskirts of a medium-sized English town but she knew that her was dying to her to the country she grew up in… America. And with the circumstances of her ex-husband, she thought that would be best for her and the baby.

Carrie moved to England with her family after she received her letter to go to the finest magic school in all of England, Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. That's where Carrie, meet her ex-husband, Tom Riddle, at that exact school. Carrie was placed in Ravenclaw, one of the four houses there, even though Tom was in Slytherin, they both fell in love. But now, all she wanted was for her husband to get a life and stop being this evil man and be the sweet, kind, man she thought she knew when they were teenagers.

The now ex-wife of Tom Riddle, walked into her bedroom and threw herself into her bed. She listened to the crickets that chirped through the open window by her dresser. Carrie closed her eyes and fell fast asleep.

When she awoke in the morning, the first thing she heard was the sound of Samantha crying from her bedroom down the hall. The mother ran in the pink and purple room to find, her one-year-old fast asleep again. Carrie rolled her eyes.

Only a baby like Samantha would do something like that, she thought. Once she left she heard crying again, she sighed and went back in to get her baby.

"Hello Sami!" she welcomed the baby softly once she was back in the room. The crying stopped and Carrie came face-to-face with her daughter. The mom picked her up, and carried her into the kitchen where she found a chestnut owl perched on the kitchen window, that had a newspaper in it's beak.

"What happened today in the world?" Carrie asked herself, she untied the newspaper that read, The Daily Prophet, on the top of the front page.

"Her you go, little guy." As she put 3 bronze Knuts in the small purple bag tied to its leg. It flew away and Carrie got Sami some baby food for her breakfast then sat down at the table and started reading.

Couple killed by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named

Last night around midnight, Lily and James Potter were killed

by, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Their one-year-old boy, Harry Potter was about to be killed by the Killing Curse (one of the unforgivable curses). But, it didn't work, it seemed to have backfired, and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named fled. The Potter house was destroyed when aurours showed up at the scene. Now the boy has inherited their fortune and will now be living with his muggle aunt and uncle.

Carrie leaned back in her chair in shock; The Potter's were the nicest people she ever meet! Why them? She asked herself as she poured herself a bowl of Coco Puffs. What also amazed her that such a young child could not be affected by such a powerful curse, not even Albus Dumbledore could do that! Then four different owls with letters swooped in from the open window, onto the kitchen table in front of her.

She took a letter from one owl that was a dark brown color; this one was the biggest one of all of them. She opened the letter and read:

Dear Carrie Riddle,

I assume that you heard the news about the Potter's? Well I hope you are well and you are probably busy partying about the fall of Lord Voldemort. I'm saying this because I need to talk to you this morning around 9:30am, because I have an important question to ask you. I couldn't ask you in writing in case this letter was intercepted; it is concerning your daughter Samantha. Well, I hope you two are well and please be ready for me around 9:30.

Albus Dumbledore

She looked at the grandfather clock that stood tall in the corner by the hallway. It read 9:15, Carrie looked down to see she was still wearing the same outfit from yesterday. She ran into her bedroom and changed into some clean clothes and walked back into the kitchen. The mother looked over at her daughter that had applesauce all over her small face. Carrie sighed, and grabbed her daughter and grabbed a washcloth. She then wet it and cleaned up Samantha's face. A loud crack was heard from outside, after ten minutes of looking through her mail that was filled with party invitations.

There was a knock at the door and Carrie casually walked over to get it.

"Hello, Caroline, good day today isn't it?" Dumbledore asked after she opened it. She told him to come in and sit down; so he did.

"What's this all about? Do you think Tom's really gone, or is he still out there?" she asked excitedly. Carrie pulled out her wand for the first time that day, and pointed it to the cupboard then the stove. All of a sudden two teacups, a teapot, a pot, and tea mix soared out of the cupboard. The pot flew onto the hot stove, and the tea mix poured itself into the pot. The teacups and teapot flew onto the table.

"Sadly to say, I think he's still out there, trying to stay alive." He paused, sighing. "Anyway, my visit is concerning Samantha as you read in my letter, it's about what you're going to do about her school choice. I wanted to know if you were truly going to go back to America." The tea was done it poured itself into the teapot, which poured it into the two teacups for them.

"Yes, I am moving back to America; but I want to ask you something. Can you please not tell anyone that I was married to Lord Voldemort, and please don't tell that he lived here and that his real name is Tom Riddle?" she took a sip of her tea and so did the Professor.

"You can count on me to keep your secret. But where are deciding to send Samantha for school?" He asked seriously, looking into her dark green eyes. Carrie starred down at her tea; she didn't want to hurt his feelings.

"New Bruntsworth Academy," she looked up at him, he didn't seem very sad but he did look surprised, "I'm sorry I just really miss America!" she explained with a full heart.

"It's alright but I half thought you would chose Hogwarts since that's where you went." He sighed, and got up; she copied. "Well your daughter is still on the list if you change your mind. If you do, please contact me so I can get it straitened out with my staff." Carrie nodded as Dumbledore headed for the door.

She sighed and opened it for him.

"Hope you have a good day, Professor!" she smiled.

"Same hope to you, Caroline." He walked outside, then there was a loud crack and then he vanished.

She sighed then remembered that she had a daughter. Carrie ran over to her and picked her up and brought her back into her crib. She leaned on the wooden rim of it and sighed again.

"You are going to have a very complicated life, now aren't you?" the child looked up at her and smiled then whispered to herself. "That's such a shame." And Carrie knew that someday she would have to tell her that her father was an evil criminal that wanted everyone to follow him. That is what she least wanted to do.

But then the thought crossed her mind

Maybe I won't even have to tell her at all!

A/N: Hello. I decided that I want to continue with my Harry Potter fan fiction as you can see. I decided this b/c I started re-reading the series and then I was like "wow! I love these series!" And so many ideas just came to me that it would be shame to ignore the creative juices so here I am. Updating. And hopefully I'll keep up with it since it's Winter Vacation.

Hope you had a merry Christmas,

HANNAH