Prologue
If there were ever a day that Hermione Granger wished she didn't have magic, today would be it. Not that she did of course, but if she did it would most likely be this day. The reason being, that today the documents would be signed and she would no longer be Hermione Jean Granger, but Lilith Avery Riddle. The mudblood princess of Slytherin. The Dark Lord's daughter. The chosen ones twin.
Oddly, for Lilith, that never had been and never would be the scary part. No, for her the scary part was that she enjoyed it. She enjoyed being evil. She enjoyed torturing her enemies. She enjoyed destroying those who opposed her. But most of all, she enjoyed being insane.
She was glad that the bullying would stop. The shoves as she went down the stairs. The name calling as she walked around school. 'Smart Arse.' 'Attention Whore.' 'Mudblood.'
But then again, she reasoned, she had never really been a mudblood. It was all just a ploy by Dumbledore to save her from her true heritage. She smiled softly as she thought of her mother. Lilith Mary Evans, the mudblood queen of her time. And surprisingly, as Hermione-no, Lilith, found out, a direct descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw.
She thought of her father next. The poor man who thought he had lost everything. But now he had Lilith and Harry. And they had their father, Severus Snape.
Lastly, she thought of her other father, Tom Riddle. Who, despite everything, took them in and raised them as his own when he realised the abuse they were suffering at the hands of muggles. The lies spread by Albus Dumbledore, saying that Harry had been born to destroy him had no effect on Tom. He would protect these children as he wished somebody had him when he was but a child.
And that was why, Lilith thought with a smile as she got out of bed, she would kill Albus Dumbledore and enjoy every second of it.
And with that, she pulled on her dress, grabbed her wand off of her nightstand, and headed down to the breakfast room ready to face the day.
Daphne Greengrass was no ordinary girl. To the outside world, she was the heir to the Greengrass family of the Sacred 28, who had lost her mother in recent years. What they didn't know, was that Nathaniel Greengrass, a drunk, regularly beat his eldest daughter bloody whilst in a drunken rage. She slowly got out of bed, being careful not to move her badly sprained ankle in the process, and looked at the outfit her personal maid had laid out for the day. Her father didn't approve of the human servants, he would have much preferred house-elves, but kept them as a tribute to his wife who didn't approve of house-elves.
There was a knock on her door.
"Lady Greengrass, your father wants you downstairs in ten minutes."
Daphne didn't respond as she listened to footsteps scurrying away. She pulled on the cotton skirt and silk blouse, and padded down to the dining room not at all ready for the day.
Ginevra 'Ginny' Wesasley woke up at the same time she always did. 05:44. One minute before her mother woke her up. She counted down the seconds, sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven… She hated this life, hated her family, her 'friends', but most of all the side of the light. She longed to be evil and carefree, she wanted to meet the Dark Lord in person to explain how she felt and ask for help on what to do. But either she didn't have the guts or she thought he would kill her the second he saw her for being a blood traitor. Both probably. It would be a suicide mission. She still wanted to do it. Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.
"Ginny wake up! You have fifteen minutes to be downstairs." Her mother, Molly, snapped. She scowled at the closed door and got up. It was the same every day. Make Molly breakfast. Clean. Help Molly with the finances. Make breakfast for everyone else. Tidy their rooms while they ate. Have breakfast herself. Do whatever chores her mother set her. She pulled on a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt and went downstairs to once again face her mother.