Ok this is going to be a really weird but cool and satisfying fanfic. But first: the disclaimer:

All things Harry Potter is owned by Mrs. Rowling:-)

So now without further ado, Voldemort's First Daughter. Please R&R!

Voldemort's 1st Daughter

"Wake up, Amber! Wake up, NOW!" yelled a silky, snake-like voice from the bottom of the steps. Voldemort (Tom Riddle) was waking up his daughter, who looked like the girl version of him when he was in his 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She woke up, her heart pounding, and ran downstairs. She knew that if she didn't wake up, he would either kill her using the Killing Curse, or use the Cruciatus Curse to get her out of bed.

Amber remembered when she was 5 years old, and she had yelled "NO!" at her father. Then she let out a scream, since he had come into her room, and used the Cruciatus Curse on her. And then she remembered when she was 7 or 8, when she had lied to her father. He knew, because he is a highly skilled Legilimens, meaning he could tell if someone was lying. He had used the Imperius Curse on her.

She was now 15, and she would be in her 5th year at Hogwarts, if it wasn't for Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, to be the wizard Voldemort feared the most.

She was being taught to be the best Death Eater ever. And Bellatrix Lestrange was highly jealous. When Voldemort gave her a job, she would skip off doing it, and return with good news. When he said "Thank you," or "I am so proud of you, Lestrange," or any comment, she would smile so sweetly, and glare at Amber.

"Good morning, Father." Amber said as soon as she reached the bottom step. Today was the day that he would put the Dark Mark on her left forearm. She looked at her father, who was holding a tatoo needle in his hnd, and then looked at her arm, as though it was going to be cut off.

"Good morning, Amber. Thank you for waking up. Hold out your left arm, so I can put the Dark Mark there." he said. She did as she was told. She was holding back tears when it was finished. It was so painful. She look at her arm. There was blood. Voldemort cleaned up the blood, and had said an incantation to make the pain go away. He then stuck a bandage on it.

"Keep this bandage on for three days. Then you may take it off. When you walk down the streets or anywhere that there is a witch or wizard, hide the top of your forearm. Or we will both be caught and sent to Azkaban." he ordered.

"Yes, sir." she said.

"If only I had friends. Or at least one friend! Then I could have fun times, and tell jokes, and get on the phone. And have sleepovers!" she thought. She had no friends. She had to stay inside the house. That's why she was so pale. She couldn't even ask if she could go out and buy a soda. Her life was a miserable wreck. She had always broken down in her bed, crying herself to sleep, wishing, praying to Merlin her father would just go to hell, die, and burn up to pieces, the she could go out to the pool and get a tan, get some friends, and have sleepovers. But it just won't happen. "Well, I'm hoping He has a plan to make my father go to hell. Or maybe have someone to do the Killing Curse on him. Oh what now!" she was thinking, then getting interupted by her father saying, "Amber. Amber. Amber. AMBER!"

"Yes, father?" she asked, trying not to make it sound as if she was frightened, afraid, scared.

"Please go make breakfast for yourself. I must go meet Snape, Malfoy, Lestrange, and the others. Stay here. No touching the phone, you can only watch the television. Only cook when you get really hungry, but you may have only 3 bags of chips. And one more thing. When you get thirsty check in the refridgerator." he ordered.

"Yes, sir." she said. Voldemort left the house, wearing a cloak, and having his hood hiding his face. Once he was long gone, she had looked in the fridge, then gasped.

"Soda! But father would never do something nice not even for me!" she thought. She took a can out, opened it, and swalled all of the sugary liquid in one big slurp.

"Yes! It tastes oh so good!" she said to herself. She looked around the house, wondering where her father hid the watch-cams. She checked every inch of the house. There weren't any!

"Father is being weird today."

Meanwhile, while Voldemort is on his journey:

Cough, cough, cough. He couldn't take it anymore. He would have to tell his daughter he was sick. He wanted her to be happy, so he could die seeing a smile on her face. He had noticed that Harry Potter had destroyed all 6 of his Horcruxes. Meaning he was now mortal. He still had the disgusting facial features as he did when he had returned.

"I just hope that she is happy now. I hope she noticed I haven't put any watch-cams around the house. She has to have noticed that I bought her sodas. After I have died-" he was thinking, but then he had fallen to the ground.

"AH! NO! I CAN'T DIE NOW. NO!" were his last words.

Just that minute, Harry Potter was coming up the street and saw Voldemort's body.

"Voldemort. Is. Dead! VOLDEMORT IS DEAD! YES YES! NOW HE WON'T TRY TO KILL ME! VOLDEMORT IS DEAD!" Harry sang, cheerfully. And ran home.

Now back to Amber:

Tap, tap, tap. she heard on the window. She withdrew the curtains, and saw an owl, holding the wizard newspaper the Daily Prophet.

"What! But it's only 10:30. The Prophet doesn't come until 11. Wow, there must be something important!" she thought as she opened the window and gave the owl a Knut. She gasped as she read the front page:

HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED FOUND DEAD ON THE STREETS NEAR NUMBER 4, PRIVETT DRIVE

Finally, the moment we have all been waiting for. The Dark Lord, dead.

"I was walking down the street, taking a walk, and all of a sudden my scar started hurting." says Harry Potter, a witness, 15 year old, living in Number 4, Privett Drive."Then I saw a body on the ground, and turned to have a look at its face. I saw him. Then I ran back home to owl my friends, and I'm guessing Hermione owled you people."

We have been waiting for this moment for 14 years now. And it has happend!

Amber scanned the front page, rereading the article over and over again.

"YES! MY DAD IS DEAD! I CAN DO WHAT EVER I WANT! STARTING OUT WITH MAKING THIS THING GO AWAY!" she bellowed, then muttered the incantation to make the Dark Mark dissolve. She grabbed some Muggle money and went to the mall shopping for a bathing suit.

So how you like? Good, Exciting, Awesome, Bad, Horrible? You tell me! Sorry, but I have to leave you with a cliffhanger for now. Keep checking in to make sure I update! Please read and review!