Introduction to Destruction
My Story's Beginning
It was a cold night and I was born in a hospital in England from Tina Riddle. Tom Marvolo Riddle (aka Voldemort) was my father. That was the night they realized they were cousins, related to Salazar Slytherin.
I still remember when I was but a year old. My father was angry at my mother for letting James Potter try to kill me. The scab was shaped like a bolt of lightning. Father ran out the door and killed Lillian and James Potter, leaving Harry Potter with a lightning scar, with a few of the powers of Slytherin. He lost his own powers on that dreadful night.
Meanwhile, at the Riddle Manor, not far from the Malfoy Manor, I lay there crying as Tina was sobbing and talking to herself, when a little blonde boy crawled in through the window. He looked to be my age. He crawled up to me and said, "The names Mowfoy. Dwaco Mowfoy. And youwa?" "Who d'ya think? Oh well. The name'th Diana Thlytherin Riddle. You need to talk better." He started giggling and kissed my cheek. Then I fell asleep.
I was forced to live with the Weasleys when my parents went into in hiding. It wasn't the best, but I didn't hate it, either.
When I was 10 years old, I got my Hogwarts letter for my first year. "I thought you were supposed to be eleven." "Your eleven in December." "True," I said, as I went up to my room. I went up to Joseph(my serpent)'s cage. "We're going to Hogwarts in a few weeks. We can see the Chamber of Secrets my father's memory keeps telling me about. I bet it'll be fun..."
My Story's Beginning
It was a cold night and I was born in a hospital in England from Tina Riddle. Tom Marvolo Riddle (aka Voldemort) was my father. That was the night they realized they were cousins, related to Salazar Slytherin.
I still remember when I was but a year old. My father was angry at my mother for letting James Potter try to kill me. The scab was shaped like a bolt of lightning. Father ran out the door and killed Lillian and James Potter, leaving Harry Potter with a lightning scar, with a few of the powers of Slytherin. He lost his own powers on that dreadful night.
Meanwhile, at the Riddle Manor, not far from the Malfoy Manor, I lay there crying as Tina was sobbing and talking to herself, when a little blonde boy crawled in through the window. He looked to be my age. He crawled up to me and said, "The names Mowfoy. Dwaco Mowfoy. And youwa?" "Who d'ya think? Oh well. The name'th Diana Thlytherin Riddle. You need to talk better." He started giggling and kissed my cheek. Then I fell asleep.
I was forced to live with the Weasleys when my parents went into in hiding. It wasn't the best, but I didn't hate it, either.
When I was 10 years old, I got my Hogwarts letter for my first year. "I thought you were supposed to be eleven." "Your eleven in December." "True," I said, as I went up to my room. I went up to Joseph(my serpent)'s cage. "We're going to Hogwarts in a few weeks. We can see the Chamber of Secrets my father's memory keeps telling me about. I bet it'll be fun..."