Life isn't easy, even a little girl like me knows this full well. For all those who aren't Muggles, my heritage would surely shock them into very nasty diseases. My father is Tom Marvolo Riddle. What, you don't know him?! Oh well, maybe you know him as You-Know-Who then. 'hears gasps' Or perhaps... Lord Voldemort? 'hears screams' Yes, that's right, I'm the daughter of the Dark Lord. I must also add that my story is not like the hundreds of imaginary ones out there written by other day dreamers. I do not like to defy my father, and I certainly don't agree that he is evil in anyway. After all, 'there is no good or evil, there is only power... And those too weak to seek it.' In other words, he is my biggest idol. A pity, because I don't remember him much, but judging by his photos, he was very, very, very handsome, and I resemble him a great deal. Our hair is the same midnight colour, and our faces are almost exactly alike, both with pale skin and high, proud cheekbones. Our main difference is the eye colour. His eyes were dark, while mine is of a cold sapphire blue, enough to freeze anyone on the spot. Uncle Lucius said... Right, did I mention that I live with the Malfoys (sadly)? After my father's so called 'fall', they are taking good care of me. I was only one then. You may think me emotionless with a heart made of ice, but I truly love my father a great deal. I just don't show my grief and rage, showing emotions is a weakness, and I hate being weak. But there isn't one single night that I don't pray for the day my father would return, and for the death of the boy that ruined my life. I don't even want to say that filthy name. Anyway, Lucius and Narcissa often say that I have that 'air' of my father's around me. I always beam with proudness at this compliment.
I can't believe I didn't tell you my name yet! I have two names. One is my real name, Serafina (serpent, burning one)
Riddle. And my disguise name is Sapphira Malfoy. It is the only way I can be protected from the Aurors, or worse, Dumbledore. In these eleven years, the two treated me like royalty, which is only suitable. Draco absolutely adores me, I like him alright, but sometimes he speak too much, and I hate his boasting. There he is, again, as we are dining in the luxurious dining hall of the Malfoy Manor. Aaah, how he is going to wipe out all the mudbloods in the entire world. I try to tolerate him but when he is going on and on, for a rare time, I can't keep my cool anymore. So all at once my eyes turn to slits red as blood.
And I say to him in a frightening cold hiss,' Do you honestly think that you can achieve something that even my father didn't manage to do yet?' I watch as the faces of the three real Malfoys turn ashen as ghosts.
'Of...of course not, Sap... Serafina. What Draco means is that he shares the Dark Lord's noble aim, nothing more! Please, forgive my son's foolish talking!'
I don't really need Lucius' apology. I shouldn't have lost control of myself! So I simply smile coldly in return,' I would hope.'
Narcissa assures me hurriedly,'Of course, you have my word.' Your word, of course I can have that! Inspite of myself, I laugh sincerely,'I have your word?!' Unfortunately, my effort to ease the atmosphere backfires, and the others look more nervous than ever. When can they ever understand my dry, sarcastic sense of humour? I give up on this matter, and we finish our meal in utter silence, which is perfectly OK with me, but Draco can't seem to have the nerve to meet my eyes. In fact, none of them do. I inwardly smirk, my biggest hobby is to intimidate other people. Fear is respect, respect is obedience, and obedience is, well, power.
The next day, the school letters finally arrives on my birthday. Every year my birthday is the same so I don't feel like describing it if you don't mind. What can the Malfoys do besides spoiling children anyway? And yes, they are quite...Slippery. Lucius forsook my father to avoid entering Azkaban! He will be punished one day. But I don't intend to press him on the matter because if it was me, I'm not sure what I would do. The Lestranges are loyal, yes, but also blindly foolish. I'm so glad that at least the Malfoys can give me a good material life. I open the letter and almost cough at the phrase 'Dear Ms. Malfoy...'. I prefer 'Riddle' by far. I toss the letter away silently, it's not as if I don't know what's it about. Then Cissy comes in and asks me if I would like to go to Diagon Alley right now to buy my school things. Truthfully I am only interested in my wand, since basically I know most of the fifth year spells already! Those witless first year books would be a piece of cake. Draco is being annoying again, talking about how good his broomstick is and complaining loudly about not being allowed to take one to school. I normally just ignore him when he does this as a sort of tolerance. After all, he is just being childish, and I'm not going to let anyone have the suspicion of who my father his, or I would just Crucio him. So it comes as a relief when Cissy Apparats us to Diagon Alley. I, as usual, am wearing an exquisite dress of velvet, the colour dark. This time it is black, together with my hair, it makes me look like a dark princess. Which I am. I chuckle silently at my own little joke. Every time I do this Cissy and Lucius would shudder, saying I remind them too much of my dad. They all think he is dead, but I refuse to believe that. We don't need to visit Gringotts, for we have enough gold in our pockets for a lifetime. So Cissy goes to Flourish and Blotts to buy me and Draco's books, while us two head to Madam Malkin's for our school robes.
'You know, it would be a pity.' Draco smirked at me,'Having to hide such beautiful curves of yours under these ugly baggy robes.' I narrowed my eyes but the end of my lips still fight the urge to smile a little. 'Someone is in a very daring mood today.' The blond boy nods proudly, and I roll my eyes and turn away to look further inside the shop when Malkins is fussing over us. My eyes rest on one boy. You won't believe who I find in there.