Seeing Double:

A fan-fiction By: Taylor Rosalie.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter, nor will I at any point claim to.

A/N: Hey everyone : ) this is a repost of a story I deleted earlier this after noon, I wasn't happy with the original product so I changed it and I prey to merlin that its better than before. So let me know what you think by dropping me a Review! Enjoy!

Prologue:

It happened on a chilly night in the middle of August. The wind was rushing through the vibrant green leaves of the trees, causing a soft rustling noise to arise in the midst of Little Hangleton. It was late, already past one, and all of the town's people were curled up in their warm soft beds; none of them had even the slightest clue that anything was amiss.

It had been many years since the citizens of Little Hangleton had seen anything out of the ordinary; fifty years to be exact. That had been when the Riddle's had turned up inexplicably dead in their mansion. The event had shaken the town into a chaos while the culprit had calmly went through his days, completely unsuspected.

On the northern border of the village 'said' mansion sat nestled into the side of a tall lush mountain. It had once been a very fine and sought after estate, back in the days of its glory, but now no one so much as wanted to look at it. It was on this mid-August night, that the very man who had caused the houses downfall, was there sitting in wait.

The house had long since been abandoned by its grounds keepers, and it rarely saw any sort of visitor. The windows had long ago all been boarded up with large planks of wood that had begun to rot from the inside out. These barriers allowed little to no light to enter the house. Not only that, but thick vines of Ivy curled, snaked and spread across the crumbling bricks and broke mercilessly into the very mortar that held them in place, causing the foundation to become highly unstable. Over the years the shingles had fallen from the roof, leaving gaping holes leading into the attic causing the room to be damp, cold and moldy.

Outside of this house stood a young girl who couldn't have been any older than fourteen years of age. Despite the appearance of confidence and sureness that she projected around herself, she was terrified. There were things about this house that she would rather not think about, and it was the last place she wanted to be.

She took in a deep breath as she smoothly walked up the winding path that lead up to the daunting Mansion. Her hands shaking as she pushed open the door, a door that was already hanging from its hinges. She took in another deep breath as she steeped over the threshold, her pulse quickening. Despite her own knowledge she somehow managed to walk swiftly through the entrance hall, all the while maintaining an air of confidence. In a way, it was almost as if she owned the place, almost as if she belonged. It had taken her years to perfect her ability to act in control, she had Nagini to fool.

As she climbed up the tall winding stairs, she let her fingers run across the peeling floral wall paper that hung loosely from the walls. She figured that they had once been elegant; with pictures that had once hung in the most prestigious of manor, now they just hung haphazardly from their nails. When she reached the top of the rickety stairs she was met by a cold breeze that ruffled through her long black Hair, causing chills to run up her spine.

She continued to walk carefully through the halls without making even the slightest of sounds, her breathing had begun to slow to a calm rate he. Soon she reached the entrance to the large master bedroom; it was lit only by a radiating green light. She raised her hand and knocked on the door. "My Lord, I ask permission to enter." She requested, her voice not shaking in the least bit.

"Ah, Delila, my lovely daughter… Do come in." A high pitched, male voice answered from inside of the room. If there was anything she hated, it was that he preferred to call her his daughter. She wasn't his daughter, and she never would be.

"You called me?" She asked, her eyes never leaving Nagini, who was slithering across the floor towards her.

"Hello Delllilaaa," the snake hissed, "How are you on this fine evening?"

"Hello, Miss Nagini, I am doing quite well; and you?" Delila hissed back in the snake's native tongue, something that had always come naturally to her.

"That'sss wonderful my dear, and I am doing quite well, thank you." The snake said slithering back to its owner and curling up at the foot of his chair.

"Yes, I did indeed. I wish to speak to you on behalf of your parents" her 'father' said in his cold lifeless voice. Delila froze as the words echoed through her mind; all she could think about was how they had ruined her life, how they had destroyed her.

"Which Parents do you wish to speak of, Dimitria and Alexander or Lily and James?" Her heart sank when the reality of her words sank in; she also knew the answer to her question. "They have volunteered you to perform a task for me. I want you to spy on Dumbledore while you are at Hogwarts." Delila's heart sank once more.

"You- you know." It wasn't a question, "I haven't even told them I am attending Hogwarts this year, why would they allow it?" It didn't surprise her in the least bit that he knew of her plans. For as long as Delila could remember, she had wanted to attend the school, but the Wormwoods had told her that she couldn't, that she couldn't go because of Harry, because of what the world believed.

"Ah, but you see my dear, they believe it is my wish that you attend the school, they will agree to whatever I say." He paused, his eyes locked on mine. "You will agree." There was no question in his voice.

"Yes sir, whatever you wish." She swallowed hard as she tried to calm herself once more, her skin had grown clammy and pale.

"Good…" Delila watched as the Dark Lord froze in place; his small hands became stiff and rigid as Nagini's small voice spoke out.

"The muggle caretaker is outside of the door, He is eavesdropping on our conversation."

"Invite him in Wormtail." The Dark Lord commanded fiercely. Wormtail, a frail rat- like man with a scrunched up nose, scurried to the front of the room. Delila's breath hitched in her throat as she watched the man being pulled by the arm into the room. "So you heard everything, Muggle?" he said once the man was in the room.

The man spoke but Delila wasn't listening to what he or anyone else was saying, she already knew, already knew what was coming and then it did

"Delila, take care of it," In that moment her skin lost all of what little color remained, and her pulse began to sky-rocket.

"Y-y-yes, my lord." She said spinning on her heel to face the man. She glided towards him with her wand held ready, her hair obscuring her face to everyone but the old man. When she looked directly at him she noticed how normal he looked. He was a short balding man with tufts of graying hair on either side of his head; and his eyes were a warm shade of Chocolate brown. She knew that he was scared, but not of her.

She mouthed the words 'I'm sorry' as she raised her wand of Vinewood and Unicorn hair, A single tear ran down her cheek, a tear that the man somehow saw.

"No please, I can tell that you don't want too." He pleaded quickly as he fell to his knees before her, fear written across his face.

. "And what makes you say that, muggle?" Her voice didn't shake… It had sounded innocent and small. She smirked.

"I can tell, you are not a killer." he said

"You have no idea what I am." She lied flatly; she watched as his eyes grew wide as she gripped her wand tightly.

"But you are only a child." He said sadly.

"A very powerful child," another tear rolled down her cheek as she shouted "AVADA KEDAVERA" A flash of green erupted form the end of Delila's wand hitting the man square in the chest, a perfect shot. She watched as he fell over stiffly, dead, without a single scratch on his wrinkled body.

"Very good, Delila," She could hear the sickening satisfaction in his voice. "You are free to leave." He said approvingly.

She bowed, "Yes 'Father'," He failed to hear the strain in her voice. She turned away from him and swiftly made her way back the way she had come. By the time she had reached the front door, tears were spilling down her face, leaving a trail as she went. With each step she took, all of her quilt seemed to flood over her, a constant reminder that she had just murdered an innocent man; a man who didn't deserve to die. Her parents would be ashamed of her, she thought, her parents would hater her.

"Get a grip, Delila!' She shouted once she had reached the road, "You can't act like this!" She was doing her best to compose herself, and she did… But the moment she apparated that composure was lost…

"Delila!" A familiar voice called out as she let herself collapse onto the ground. More tears poured down her face as her best friends arms wound securely around her waist, he lifted her up into a standing position. "Delila, what's wrong?

"I-I…" Her voice broke as she buried her head in the crook of his neck, "I'm horrible, Draco," she muttered, her words barely audible against Draco's skin. "I-I" She gasped out as she tried to explain the situation, "I murdered him, a poor defenseless old man." She didn't have to say anymore.

"Delila, you're not a horrible person," He said as he rubbed his hand against her back, "You're far from it.

OoOo A/N: oOoO

Okay, so this first chapter is probably still a little rough; but bear with me… I have made a lot of changes to this story, one of them being Delila's name :P Since this was a complete story to start with, I had to go back and change her name throughout it, so if you happen to see the mention of a Melissa anywhere, let me know so I can correct the error. Please let me know what you think! Review!

~Taylor