Summary: Ignoring parts of the fourth book and all of the fith,sixth,seventh fem!harry doesen't have glasses

Disclaimer: i don't own any of these characters there J.K. Rowlings

A Snakes Daughter

Anastasia Lillian rose potter swore as she ducked yet another incoming curse this really wasn't turning out to be her night she hissed as a cutting curse glanced her shoulder on her way to the

triwizard cup if she could just get to the bloody cup everything would be ok . Looking back on it while she was currently running through a hail of deadly curses mocking the Dark Lords proposal

probably hadn't been that clever.

*Flashback earlier that night*

She stared in horror as a look alike but only older version of the Tom Riddle from the chamber slowly rose out of the steaming cauldron. Oh god she'd really hoped that it wouldn't work and we'd end up with one drowned

Dark Lord. As soon as he'd been robed he turned a terrifying smile on her before he pressed his forefinger to wormtails mark. Uh how could that snivelling creature use to be a friend of her parents she'd never know. A

second later the resounding crack of numerous people apperating filled the air."Welcome, Death Eaters', said Voldemort quietly. Thirteen years .... thirteen years since last we met. Yet you answer my calls as though it

was yesterday ... we are still united under the Dark Mark, then! Or are we?" Voldemort continued on in this vein for a while welcoming back and torturing his deatheaters , till the moment id dreaded came he turned back

to me. "Yes how awful of me I've yet to introduce the guest of honour who's without her willing help I wouldn't be here tonight. I glared at him while the deatheaters laughed . He smirked at me mockingly, yes he mused

you really have grown up pretty he eyed my body appreciatively. So once again my young Anastasia I ask will you join me and become my consort? "Never I scowled at him fuck you ", he frowned at me "now now that's

not very becoming of a lady is it? Crucio " , he hissed at me . Oh god the pain it felt like I was on fire like every inch of me was being stabbed by burning knives , I screamed for what felt like eternity, everything was silent

it seemed like the deatheaters didn't have the balls to see if it was allright to laugh. When it finally ended he cut the ropes holding me to the tombstone and threw me my wand I collapsed on the floor before shakily

getting to my feet. "Now we duel he said coldly if you win (he said this part mockingly) ill think about letting you go free, when I win you'll become my consort". "Because that's sooo fair I quipped sarcastically yes you'll

really think about it I said rolling my eyes. The next second I was dodging a crucio , "Reducto, impedimienta, stupefy I yelled in quick succession he batted them all aside. The next second I was back under the

excruciating affects of the cruciatus curse this time I refused to scream . "Just give up little girl the dark lord hissed at me, everything will be allright them he soothed voice softer this time." I smirked at him through the

haze my mind had become "uh sorry to disappoint you oh great and merciful one but bastards like you just aren't my type ," I told him all this in the most sweetly venomous voice I could muster before surging to my

feet and running for the cup. The sound of Lord Voldemort's "Don't kill her but deadly force is allowed echoing in my ears".

*End Flashback*

So that's how I got where I am come to think of it I wasn't that insulting i'll have to improve on that for the next time we talk "Accio cup", I yelled finally just as I caught the cup a cutting curse , crucio

and strange unidentified curse hit me . The last thing I saw before unconsciousness took me was voldemort staring at me.

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