Jedda: WASHUP?? Dis ish dah almightly Jedda, the writer of dis special
likke fic. Ok, I know the first chapter is short and kinda stupid, but this
is mah first fic, so go easy on the flames! I'll try to make the following
chapters better, ok? So, um...R&R!!
Disclaimer: I only own Jedda. Everyone else is owned by my friends or J.K. Rowling, so don't sue me!
Jedda Riddle: The Son of Lord Voldemort
Chapter One - Meeting Their Father
"Jedda! Get up you damned prat! Someone is here to pick you up!" Yelled a gruff voice. Then the voice mumbled, "It's about time your leaving.." A 12 year old boy rolled over on his back. His name was Jedda, as told by the voice. What the hell? he thought. Someone to pick me up? He stood up and got dressed, then picked up his trunk and walked out the door. I wonder if Kate is coming, also...Kate was his sister. She was the sane age as him. She had shoulder length black hair and grey eyes. I hope shes coming along since shes my only friend.. He walks downstairs and saw Kate standing at the door with a tall man with messy black hair and black eyes. When he thought about it, the man looked like an older version of him.The man looked at Jedda, an unusual glint in his eyes. Kate was grinning, so she obviously knew who the man was. Suddenly, a thought occured to him. Could he..? No, he couldn't be him..Well, theres a large possibilty that he could be him..could he be our father?? Jedda sent a confused look to Kate, who continued grinning. Jedda turned to the man and didn't know if he could trust him, so he reached for his wand. If he was his father, then he wouldn't stand a chance. He father was Lord Voldemort, the Dark Wizard who is responsible for many Witch, Wizard, and Muggle deaths. "Jedda don't! He's our father!!" Kate suddenly yelled. Jedda looked to Kate then to thier 'father, and knew no more...he passed out.
Disclaimer: I only own Jedda. Everyone else is owned by my friends or J.K. Rowling, so don't sue me!
Jedda Riddle: The Son of Lord Voldemort
Chapter One - Meeting Their Father
"Jedda! Get up you damned prat! Someone is here to pick you up!" Yelled a gruff voice. Then the voice mumbled, "It's about time your leaving.." A 12 year old boy rolled over on his back. His name was Jedda, as told by the voice. What the hell? he thought. Someone to pick me up? He stood up and got dressed, then picked up his trunk and walked out the door. I wonder if Kate is coming, also...Kate was his sister. She was the sane age as him. She had shoulder length black hair and grey eyes. I hope shes coming along since shes my only friend.. He walks downstairs and saw Kate standing at the door with a tall man with messy black hair and black eyes. When he thought about it, the man looked like an older version of him.The man looked at Jedda, an unusual glint in his eyes. Kate was grinning, so she obviously knew who the man was. Suddenly, a thought occured to him. Could he..? No, he couldn't be him..Well, theres a large possibilty that he could be him..could he be our father?? Jedda sent a confused look to Kate, who continued grinning. Jedda turned to the man and didn't know if he could trust him, so he reached for his wand. If he was his father, then he wouldn't stand a chance. He father was Lord Voldemort, the Dark Wizard who is responsible for many Witch, Wizard, and Muggle deaths. "Jedda don't! He's our father!!" Kate suddenly yelled. Jedda looked to Kate then to thier 'father, and knew no more...he passed out.