It was a quite unusual day. Not unusual in the sense that all had changed, but somehow,
just remotely different. Erika had waken to the sound of her son, 14-year-old Tom, tossing books
around his room. Her mind drifted off the her memories of being 14. The year had been quite
significant in her life. She had killed her mother, step-father, and brother before moving in with
Lucius Malfoy. Once there, she met 14-year-old Draco, who she later married. Then she
transferred to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In her time at Hogwarts, she had
killed 2 people, went back in time, and defeated the most powerful wizard of all time, her father.
Her father was the evil Lord Voldemort, and defeating him, she guessed, made her the most
powerful wizard of all time, yet she felt she still paled in comparison to the mere memory most
people had of Voldemort.
She now turned to look at her lovely, blonde husband. At the age of 33, he looked more
to be in his late forties, a trait characteristic to his family. She, on the other hand, still looked to
be 20. She wondered if Tom would be blessed with his father's ability to grow old, and
eventually die, or was cursed with her immortality. He looked just as Draco had when he was his
age, and Draco looked just as Lucius had at his age, except for his hair. While Draco and Lucius
had almost white hair, Tom had dark hair, like she did. Not a Slytherin was born who didn't have
dark hair. Yes, it's true that Draca was born to a Slytherin, but she was her mother's child.
This thought was interrupted by a sound heard so rarely at the Riddle Mansion, it was
almost not recognized when it did occur. This time, however, Erika knew what it was. She
walked over to the window and opened it. Almost immediately, a white owl had entered. She
recognized this owl as Harry Potter's owl, Hedwig. Hedwig dropped a letter and quickly flew
away. No animal, or human for that matter, wanted to stay at the Riddle Mansion too long.
Perhaps it was th gloomy appearance of the house, or maybe it was just the occupants.
Erika carefully unfolded the parchment that was recently dropped by the departed owl.
She could make out the sweet smell of chocolate that still lingered on the paper. The maroon
writing was distinctly that of Harry Potter. It read:
Dear Erika,
I'm very sorry to hear of the recent passing of your father. If anyone could have changed
him though, it was you. I know it's been a long time since we've last spoken, 15 years I believe,
but my daughter, Stephanie, is going to be a first year at Hogwarts this year. We're having a
small get together, and we'd love it if you could join us. We'd be delighted to meet your son, and
it would be nice to see Draco again as well. The Weasley's and the Granger's will be there. We
will be gathering at my house a week before the children leave for Hogwarts.
Sincerely,
Harry Potter
just remotely different. Erika had waken to the sound of her son, 14-year-old Tom, tossing books
around his room. Her mind drifted off the her memories of being 14. The year had been quite
significant in her life. She had killed her mother, step-father, and brother before moving in with
Lucius Malfoy. Once there, she met 14-year-old Draco, who she later married. Then she
transferred to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In her time at Hogwarts, she had
killed 2 people, went back in time, and defeated the most powerful wizard of all time, her father.
Her father was the evil Lord Voldemort, and defeating him, she guessed, made her the most
powerful wizard of all time, yet she felt she still paled in comparison to the mere memory most
people had of Voldemort.
She now turned to look at her lovely, blonde husband. At the age of 33, he looked more
to be in his late forties, a trait characteristic to his family. She, on the other hand, still looked to
be 20. She wondered if Tom would be blessed with his father's ability to grow old, and
eventually die, or was cursed with her immortality. He looked just as Draco had when he was his
age, and Draco looked just as Lucius had at his age, except for his hair. While Draco and Lucius
had almost white hair, Tom had dark hair, like she did. Not a Slytherin was born who didn't have
dark hair. Yes, it's true that Draca was born to a Slytherin, but she was her mother's child.
This thought was interrupted by a sound heard so rarely at the Riddle Mansion, it was
almost not recognized when it did occur. This time, however, Erika knew what it was. She
walked over to the window and opened it. Almost immediately, a white owl had entered. She
recognized this owl as Harry Potter's owl, Hedwig. Hedwig dropped a letter and quickly flew
away. No animal, or human for that matter, wanted to stay at the Riddle Mansion too long.
Perhaps it was th gloomy appearance of the house, or maybe it was just the occupants.
Erika carefully unfolded the parchment that was recently dropped by the departed owl.
She could make out the sweet smell of chocolate that still lingered on the paper. The maroon
writing was distinctly that of Harry Potter. It read:
Dear Erika,
I'm very sorry to hear of the recent passing of your father. If anyone could have changed
him though, it was you. I know it's been a long time since we've last spoken, 15 years I believe,
but my daughter, Stephanie, is going to be a first year at Hogwarts this year. We're having a
small get together, and we'd love it if you could join us. We'd be delighted to meet your son, and
it would be nice to see Draco again as well. The Weasley's and the Granger's will be there. We
will be gathering at my house a week before the children leave for Hogwarts.
Sincerely,
Harry Potter