And so it starts

I hear my alarm clock going off.

It's September 1st, and I'm in my London hotel getting reading for my 6th year of magical studies. I'm being transferred to Hogwarts in England, certain issues have rose up in my family and I've been called from America where I've lived since I was nearly an infant.

I get up slowly, looking around my small room. A picture of a flower hangs drearily on the wall, and other than that it's pretty barren. My trunk is closed tight and my cat lays lazily on top of it.

"C'mon, I can't be late for the station" I say pushing her off, even though I doubt she knows what's really going on.

I get dressed quickly and grab my things. I feel so utterly small in a big city like London, especially when I'm all alone.

Once at the station I make my way shyly down the long walkways until I reach platform nine, scanning for the wall I was told to go through. I see it quickly, watching some other girls run through, and then I do the same.

The Hogwarts Express stands gleaming like a giant ruby before my eyes. The steam pours out of it steadily, covering the platform in a spooky dusting of grayness. It's almsot unbelievable that all these people can fit onto one train platform, seeing as the platform isn't that large yet everywhere you look you can see hundreds and hundreds of heads. I leave my stuff with everything else, my cat with the other pets, and make my way onto the train. It's funny, this is where my parents met. So much has changed since then. Before we get any further I should probably explain some minor details about my situation.

I don't remember how old I was when my mother died, not much older than three I suppose. She was a pure blood witch, having been raised in America just as I have, but she was transferred to Hogwarts when she was around my age, that's where she met her husband, my father. They lived together in England and had me, but soon after I was born things began to get ugly. She fled England from her husband when she realized what he was becoming, her husband Tom Riddle. Yes, I Kady Gardner am the lone child of Lord Voldemort. Believe me when I say that just because he's my father it doesn't mean I support his cause in any way, I despise all the things he's done and despise the fact that I have to be related to a murderer. But he is my father and I have no choice other than to accept that fact. Though he's cold and cruel, sometimes he'll show some warmth towards me.

Those occasions are very rare though, my father is over protective and obsessed with the idea of having me as his right-hand "general". He constantly uses curses on me, mostly the Cruciatus. I have plenty of scars and bruises on me from all of my ordeals with him ever since he came back a few years ago. Oh well, there goes his nomination for father of the year award. I only really met him two years ago though, when he returned. He came and found me, told me everything. I've been seeing him sparaticallly ever since.

Time seems to slow down as I remember that night .. the night I first saw him ..

2 Years ago, Boston

"Kady, come over here" Aunt Rosa shouts, her sweet voice ringning through the door. She's not really my aunt though, rather an affectionate nickname.

"Yeah hold on"

I finish what I'm doing at walk annoyed over to the kitchen where she sits, expecting to be asked about some chore.

"Sweetheart sit down"

Her voice is shaking, and I realize now that she's white as a sheet, even though her Italian genes have given her dark skin.

"What's wrong?" I ask immediatley, slipping into a chair.

"There's something .. there's something I should have told you a while ago" She sputters, resisting my aggitated eyes.

"What?" I snap, impatient, my stomach twisted like a knot.

"Your father is here" She whimpers.

I can feel my own eyes grow wide as her words run through my head. Father? He's never cared about me, I don't even know his name, no one ever told me.

"Where?" I whisper, eyeing the empty kitchen.

At that instant a breeze of air flows through the room and I see Rosa's eyes roll back into her head, not from sickness but from ... fear.

"Katherine" A voice echoes out from behind me, a voice that sounds as if it could rattle the gates of hell.

I jump up at turn around, almost falling to my knees as I see the hooded figure that stands tall above me standing in the doorway.

"Wha...wha...what is this.." I whimper, terrified but strangely curious.

His red eyes pierce me as they look me up and down, studying me. Then, they lock with my own eyes.

"As you may well know, I haven't exactly been able to make contact with you in the past years"

"I was never told you couldn't, I was told you wouldn't"

He stares for a second, then it looks like something clicks.

"You mean .. you don't know who I am?"

I shake my head.

"My name is Tom Riddle, but the world better knows me as .. Lord Voldemort"

Time seems to slow down as I drop to me knee's .. as he hovers over me .. as I scream

King's Cross Station, London

I snap back into reality and rush into the first empty seat I see.

I'm alone for a few minutes, people don't really bother with me, but as I sit in my compartment I notice someone standing right outside my doorway. A tall figure, handsomely poised. His striking blonde hair almost takes me aback, it's almost to perfect, he must color it. The man looks around nervously, kind of like he's trying to hide from someone. I open the door slightly and with all the courage I posses I quietly tell him that if he has no where to sit he's welcome to sit with me. He stares down at me and for a second I see a glance of pure disbelief cross his face. He looks over his shoulder once more and then enters my compartment. Slowly he sits down across from me and places a small black bag on the seat.

"Don't feel obliged, it just looked liked you needed a place to sit" I say.

Before answering me he surveys me from bottom to top, I feel the heat of embarrassment rising.

"You're new" He finally says but not as a question form, rather as a statement he's already found the answer to.

"Yes, I'm going in as a 6th year"

"Well well, that makes the two of us"

I don't answer him, I can't seem to find the rights words. I'm officially taken aback by this man, he's got to be one of the most handsome men I've ever laid eyes on. My God, his eyes shine so brightly!

"Who are you?" I say in a tone a bit more forward than I meant it to come off as.

"My name is Draco" he says without any trace if amiability.

"Nice to meet you Draco, my name is Katherine Gardner but I prefer to be called Kady, pronounced like Katie but spelt with a D and a Y"

"Do I need to point out how how to spell my name? Or are you okay?" He says sarcastically while giving a slight smirk.

Oh joy, someone who shares my love of sarcasm.

I just roll my eyes and give a faint smile, just so he gets the idea I'm in on his sardonic tones.

"What's wrong? No sense of humor?" He snaps. I can't tell whether he's serious or just joking. God I hate those situations.

"My sense of humor is perfectly in tact, I just prefer not to answer those who mock me. It adds an air of mystery to my character. Wouldn't you agree?"

He doesn't answer, but he slowly surverys me from top to bottom.

What's he thinking?

"What's wrong, no sense of humor?" I smirk.

Again, he doesn't answer me but instead locks his eyes with mine. A deep shiver runs down my body.

"I think you and I could make great friends Kady, that is if you're in Slytherin" He says almost in a whisper with what I think is an evil undertone.

"You're very prejudiced against the other houses, aren't you?"

"I forgot you're new .. you'll learn how things at Hogwarts work sooner or later"

What's the big deal if I'm in Slytherin or not? All of a sudden I get irritated, why does Draco care so much about houses? Are all students like him? If I'm not in Slytherin will I not be able to talk to him?

"Well I'm not very patient so I think I'll go around and see what I can figure out" I snap, getting up and heading for the door.

But before I can get out, he speaks again. "And your seat? I can't promise you it won't be filled when you return"

"If I return" I say, laughing lightly.

I'm out the door before he can answer.

There was something unsettling about him. Anyways, who names their son Draco. I never got a chance to catch his last name, must be pretty bad if he didn't bother to tell me.