I have done some major editing on this story, so formatting will be bad. Thanks for being patient, xXxbrokenxXx.
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I have had many experiences in my lifetime, some deadly, some not. After the most recent of events, I have decided to write them all down, starting at the beginning. So this story that you sit here reading now, it's my story, told by me. These are my memories, written out and put here for you to read. Do with them what you will.
Sincerely, Gabriella
Voldemort stood looking down into the cradle, where the child rested. His long white fingers tightened around his wand as he looked downward. From the other
Side of the room, a young woman struggled against the ropes that bound her to the chair she was tied in.
"Don't harm the child! You don't know. She could do great things in the future!"
"She is filth! Just like you, you filthy mud blood," Voldemort spat at her.
"How can you say such things about your own child?"
"She is no child of mine!"
Red sparks flew from the end of his wand in his rage.
"No child of yours aye? Look at her! Just look!"
Reluctantly, Tom Riddle looked down at the girl and saw. The same dark hair, the same thin face, and when the child woke, he saw the same piercing stare.
"No!"
Voldemort was angry now.
"She is no child of mine I repeat! She and you are nothing but filth! I will kill you for your impudence,"
"No! You can't kill your own girlfriend. I am the only one who gave a shit about you in the first place," screamed the woman, tears coursing down her cheeks.
Suddenly, there was a crash from outside and a boy no older than eight came running into the room.
"Mama! Mama! Why are you tied in that chair?"
"Avada Cadavra!"
The boy never had a chance. A long wail came from the corner of the room and Voldemort smiled to himself. "This could be fun"
He turned his attention back to the child in the cradle, which had just begun to cry. He lifted her out, and with a flick of his wand, his mother was free
And sprinted to her child. Wrenching her from Voldemort's arms, she made a dash for the door and freedom.
"You will not escape me that easily! I will find you. You will never be safe, even if you manage to escape here!" Voldemort shouted after her, then gave
Pursuit.
They sprinted out into Diagon alley, where the woman tried to disaperate. Voldemort reached out and grabbed her robes, just as she disappeared with a loud
Crack.
"Dumbledore! Dumbledore! Help me! My child! My child!"
"Foolish girl, he can't here you!"
She turned around and froze. Jillian's worst nightmare had came true. Voldemort wasn't letting that child go without a fight.
"You will never kill my daughter!" she shouted in anger.
"Watch me. It was with such ease that I killed your only son. What's to stop me from killing her?" Voldemort enquired, genuine interest in his tone.
"I think we all know the answer to that one, tom," said Albus Dumbledore, stepping from the shadowed gate of Hogwarts.
"No! Dumbledore. Why must you always ruin my plans?"
The duel began. Curses and spells flew in all directions.
"Jillian. Get out of here. Take the girl and go," Dumbledore commanded, easily side stepping a well aimed curse.
"I'm not leaving you! You've done so much for me…"
"Sectum Sempra," The spell left Voldimort's lips easily, hitting Jillian directly in the chest.
Jillian fell backward, her long blonde hair spread out behind her head, slightly cutioning her fall. The screaming girl was clutched tightly to her chest.
Dumbledore knelt next to the woman, brushed her hair out of her eyes, and began to heal the wounds.
"She will die and the child with her," Voldemort told Dumbledore, his wand aimed toward Jillian.
"Neither will die, Tom. I am here,"
"Well, you can't save them both,"
"You underestimate me as usual, Tom."
"You are but a foolish old man. It is extremely easy for me to underestimate you, especially when you let that old emotion, what is it, love into your heart."
Voldemort spat the word "love" out like it was a particularly nasty every flavored bean. By this time, Dumbledore had the blood stopped and Jillian was
Back on her feet. Together they turned to face Voldemort.
"Stupify!" shouted Jillian.
Protego!" Voldemort replied.
Jillian dodged easily and more curses were fired back and forth. The two adults managing to keep the baby out of harms way. Jillian, her blonde hair flying,
Forgot her wand at one point and launched herself at Voldemort.
"Why the fuck can't you just leave us the hell alone!? I moved to Ireland to get away from you, you lying piece of shit!"
Her rage was uncontainable. She threw punches, kicks, and slammed his head against the pavement a couple of times. Finally after about five minutes, she
Was blasted backward by a strong burst of magic.
"You're fuckin dead!" Voldemort was back on his feet, wand out, pointed directly at her.
"I don't think so," Dumbledore locked eyes with Jillian. His oclumency communications trying to tell her to get out of there. She nodded that she had understood,
But he knew she wouldn't leave him.
Suddenly more people came out of the gates, death eaters.
"Master, the child isn't in there,"
"I know that, fool. She is right behind you. Now help me kill the mother!"
"You will not touch her, while I am here," Dumbledore muttered angrily.
"I already killed Gabriel. She will be next I tell you!"
"Do you even know what this child will one day be capable of?" Dumbledore was furious.
"I am well aware. She is my daughter. She is the air of Slytheren once I die, which will never happen!"
"Even you will one day be defeated, Tom," Dumbledore tried to reason.
"Never!"
And once again, the fighting began. Teachers from the school soon joined the fight. The Defense against the dark arts teacher went down first, with Avada
Cadavra, soon after her followed the Divination teacher and two death eaters. Soon it was just Dumbledore, Jillian, Voldemort, and the child left standing.
"Tom, you have killed many of my staff, destroyed the gates of my school, and still you do not have the child. Nor will you ever have the child," proclaimed
Dumbledore.
"She is my child and she will remain with…"
"Avada Cadavra!"
Voldemort knew it. It was the child, or the mother. Surely the woman would die for her child. Jillian dropped like a stone, blue eyes open and glassy. With
A triumphant cry, Voldemort lunged for the child, however when his hands touched the girl, he felt pain beyond imaginable and was flung backwards. Dumbledore
Didn't even have his wand aimed at him.
"It's the child. You shall never touch her," said Dumbledore in wander. He stepped forward, and gently lifted the little girl into his arms.
"Your name will be Gabriella."