As my friends went outside to play Quidditch, I promised to be the seeker once I 'got back from the bathroom.'

What I, Melody Riddle, was really going to do was talk to the father of the house, my friend, Draco's, dad Lucius. I had a mission my dad had given me at the end of my first school a few weeks ago, of which no one but I, myself, knew about at the moment. Not even my own mother.

Dad happened to be the wizarding world renowned powerful villain, as one could put it, Lord Voldemort. Before this name, his regular name was Tom Riddle, whose last name my mom kept. The mission he had given me was to go talk to Lucius Malfoy about getting an old diary of his into the school. It had a surprise within that Mr. Malfoy didn't know about… that not even I knew about.

I found his office and knocked lightly.

"Come in" I heard him say.

I walked in. Draco had his features, including the pale blond hair.

"Melody!" he said with surprise, "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be out playing Quidditch?"

"I – uh – just have some business to discuss with you." I said, a little nervously.

He raised an eyebrow, putting the book he was holding down onto the table in front of him and gesturing to a seat.

I shook my head.

"My dad gave me a mission just recently, and I decided it was best to get it over with before the next time I came…"

Mr. Malfoy nodded, "Go on…"

"This is sort of awkward for me… you mustn't tell anyone I've told you to do this, or why you're doing it. No one knows my dad is still alive." I said.

He cleared his throat, slightly confused. So he didn't know my dad's true name, only his widely known name. "I give you my word that I won't tell anyone about this. Now, what is it?"

This was nerve-wrecking, that I was actually following through with what my dad asked me to do again. I didn't even know about what the surprise inside of the diary was supposed to do, and I hadn't cared at the time to ask dad before he disappeared. We wouldn't speak for a while, for which I am grateful, but I still had something to worry about. Will I ever have a regular year at Hogwarts? … As regular as it can be for wizarding school, anyway?

I used the name my dad had given me at a time when I had such time as to speak to him for days on end, to start off. "My dad, the Dark Lord, has asked an inquiry about the diary he entrusted you with."

His eyes widened. I had said that sentence with much more confidence than I did starting it off. I felt incredulous, myself, but I kept my emotions under control - as per usual - to begin the facade of daddy's evil little girl.

He stuttered a bit. "T-the Dark Lord's still alive? After what happened at the school with the Potter boy?"

"But of course," I said simplistically, "Now, the diary."

He quickly went into one of his drawers, rummaging through and taking it out. I could see it was old, about fifty years considering the slightly faded year on the cover.

"I don't know what he wants this for, it's all blank except for the inside which says T. M. Riddle… the Dark Lord's real name, I suppose?" Mr. Malfoy asked nervously. I was taken aback; he was scared of me now! I hadn't exactly expected that, he still knew more spells than I did.

I nodded.

"I guess I should've realized when I first saw you with Orele last year. I knew your face was familiar." Right, because I look just like dad before he was destroyed.

Orele is my mom. The previous year when I had gotten my schoolbooks it was the first time I had ever met Draco, in Madam Malkins' shop where I got my school robes. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy were there and interacted with my mom a short bit while Draco and I got fitted.

Mom's maiden name was Ollivander, so she was the daughter of the best wandmaker and seller in Diagon Alley where young wizards buy school supplies. We live with him now, as well as grandma and Uncle Gerald.

"I'm here to tell you what he wants you to do with it. Though you don't see anything in it, it holds a surprise he wants to be placed into the school… what he wants you to do is put it into the hands of a Hogwarts student. He didn't specify who." I said, watching the diary warily, wondering what secrets it held.

"All right…" he said, "Will do… did he tell you what is said to happen?"

I shook my head, "Never said a word."

"Well, he told me that something about it, when unleashed specifically at Hogwarts, would go after all the Mudblood filth within… and hopefully take them all out before the end of the year." Mr. Malfoy said to me in little more than a whisper, and with a smile on his face.

I smiled, too, with the best evil smile I could muster for him. "Perfect."

"If that is all, you can go to your friends now, Melody." Mr. Malfoy said. But, just as I was going out the door, he had to ask a question. "Wait – when you say I can't tell anyone about this, or even talk about this… that means I can't tell any fellow death eaters, my wife, my son, or anyone?"

"No one close, and no one you're not close to." I said decisively. "Not even my mom knows about this. Just you, me, and my dad."

Mr. Malfoy paled.

"He trusts you Mr. Malfoy, best to follow instructions as they are." I said.

I left the room and closed the office door behind me, accompanied by an "Eek!" from an unknown source. I looked down to see bulging green eyes staring back at me, the size of tennis balls. As well as large, bat-like ears, and wearing what seemed to be an old pillowcase… Malfoy Manor's house-elf, Dobby.

I had learned about house-elves just that day as I came to visit Draco for the first time. They were the slaves of the wizarding world.

The house-elf hit itself upside the head nonstop until it was satisfied that it had punished itself. This was something Draco said that they told the house elf to do whenever he did something wrong, so he would learn better without having to wait to be caught in act. I felt it was inhumane.

"Dobby didn't mean to eavesdrop on the conversation between his master and the Dark Lord's daughter! He couldn't help himself…"

I hushed him just as an idea popped into my mind. I quietly said, "Follow me."

Dobby the house elf followed obediently, though I was not one of his masters. I hid with him in one corner of the house where Draco said no one went. I whispered to Dobby quietly, and made sure he knew to be silent.

"Can you do something for me?" I asked.

"Anything missus wants!"

"I feel like it's not fair to ask this of you, considering your masters must not know I've asked you to do this. But, do you know of Harry Potter?"

"All house-elves know of him, young Master Malfoy hates him miserably, and everyone knows why he's famous in the wizarding world –" Dobby cut himself off, knowing who he was talking to.

"It's fine, yes, he's well known for the downfall of my dad… and I know that book is dangerous, the one I gave to Mr. Malfoy. Now, what I want you to do is do everything in your power to keep Harry Potter from going to school this year. If it's something from my dad, then whatever it is will also be going after him. It'll be too dangerous for him…" I said.

Dobby looked shocked. "It will be an honor to keep Harry Potter safe! Oh, the daughter of the Dark Lord has a kinder heart than Dobby thought!"

"I was there last year when Harry Potter was almost killed, and I believe that he shouldn't be. I want to be able to keep him safe even though I'm letting a danger enter the school." I said softly. And the Dark Lord's daughter, I thought sadly.

"Dobby will do it! Yes, yes, he will! He accepts!"

"Great!" I said excitedly. "All right, you can go now."

"Yes, daughter of the Dark Lord, I shall follow through with it!"

Dobby was ready to leave when I stopped him to say, "You can just call me Melody… 'daughter of the Dark Lord' is a little extreme, especially when I'm around my friends. They aren't supposed to know."

He vigorously nodded and left me.

I went out to Draco's small Quidditch field where all my friends were up in the air. I took a free broomstick, mounted it, and kicked off from the ground, soaring into the air with my friends.

Draco, Greg, Vincent, and Becky were there, now playing a game of trying to knock each other off of their broomsticks. I had two other friends… Addy, which I shared a friendship with these four, except she was a Hufflepuff and we were Slytherins. We hardly hung out with her. My secret friend was a Gryffindor, the House that was Slytherin's worst enemy. Her name was Hermione, and she was also what Draco would call a Mudblood, but what other good wizards would call a Muggle-born witch.

A Muggle was a term for a non-magical being, a basic human. Some people in school were Muggle-born, yet with magical powers, an amazing feat for them. But my dad's whole life was against them. He hated their guts especially when he found out his own dad was a Muggle.

Another thing about Hermione was that she was a close friend to Harry Potter. The previous year when my dad found out I was friends with her, I told him it was for more information on Harry Potter, which pleased him. But the truth was that I became friends with her because I liked her, and she had no friends in her own House at the time I did so. I was her first Hogwarts friend, though Slytherins and Gryffindors were sworn enemies hence the secrecy of our friendship.

"Hey, let's play hawks and sparrows!" Draco said. "I'll be the hawk!"

"No you will not!" Becky said defiantly. She had short, curly brown hair and a very large, Cheshire-like smile.

"Right," I agreed, "We won't be able to get past you even once, none of us."

Draco grinned.

Hawks and sparrows was a game I created based off of the game sharks and minnows, a regular Muggle game I played in school when I was little.

I'm not Muggle-born… well, obviously, I am the daughter of the Dark Lord, but I hadn't always known that. No one else could even guess that I already knew I was the Dark Lord's daughter. Only my close family members knew about it, though thinking I didn't know just yet.

I had once lived in the United States, now I lived in London and went to school in Scotland… hence why I was the only girl in school with an American accent. My step-dad was a Muggle and my mom had my half-brother, who didn't live with us but stayed with my step-dad, and left them both to help me work through school. He knows about us being wizards, but we'd never had contact with him since.

My friends and I played hawks and sparrows until our parents came to get us, and I felt proud with myself for getting done what I needed to get done and didn't worry about it anymore. Therefore, I forgot all about it.