DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything of Harry Potter, if I did I'd be incredibly rich. No, everything belongs to J.K. Rowling except for my character, a few added on characters and my plot line.
It doesn't follow Deathly Hallows somewhat, seeing as the entire gang goes back to Hogwarts.
Chapter One:
"Reaching The Manor"
"Ryleigh Marie Riddle, wake up right now", my father told me, pulling the blankets off of me.
I groaned. I knew exactly what today was. Today was the day that I went to the Malfoy's. School was out and I couldn't be happier. Oh, but it's not just any ordinary school that I go to. I go to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That's right, I said it. I'm a witch. I have magical powers, I fly on broomsticks and I mix potions.
As you already know, my name's Ryleigh, I'm seventeen years old, in Slytherin and I live with my father. His name? Tom Riddle. But these days, he goes by Lord Voldemort. Don't judge me just because my father is who he is. Now I know what you're thinking; "You-Know-Who has a daughter?!" Why yes, he does. When he first began terrorizing the wizarding world, he fell in love with a young woman by the name of Anabelle Silver – otherwise known as my mother.
My mother was obviously on his side – being a Slytherin herself - and fought alongside him. In the middle of the war, there was a massive duel one night. My parents refused to let me come along, seeing as I was only a few months old, and left me with Narcissa Malfoy. A member of the Order of the Pheonix killed my mother that night. Guess who it was? Mr. James Potter.
Well, you can imagine how furious my father was, and the night that he went to go kill the Potters, I was once again left in the hands of the Malfoy's. They were loyal to my father, so I guess you could call them close family friends.
The night that my father lost his powers was an odd night for a baby that was only a year old, like myself, so I stayed in the care of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy for a few years. Until my father regained strength, that is. But that is the past, and as I like to say; people who live in the past die quicker.
"Ryleigh", my father said again, shaking my shoulder. "You're going to be late for the meeting".
"What time is it?" I muttered.
"Eleven thirty. We have to be there by one".
Oh yeah, We'll be so late. I sighed and rolled out of bed then stood up, looking into the warm brown eyes that he only wore around me because I refused to talk to him in his Voldemort form. Thankfully he had thirty years worth of Polyjuice potion to transform him into Tom Riddle just to please his little girl. What can I say? I was spoiled.
"It's not like they can start without you", I added tiredly.
After my father chuckled then walked out of my room, I made my way into my bathroom and closed the door behind me. Taking off my pajamas, I stepped onto the cold tiled floor of the shower and turned on the faucet. As I let the warm water run over my body, I thought about all the people I would see at the meeting.
There was Blaise Zambini – who was practically my brother, Adrian Pucey – who I was also close with, and Matthew and Roxanne Valentine – the twins, who were two good friends. Notice how most of my close friends are guys? Yeah, well that's because I'm a catty bitch who girls idolize, fear, or are jealous of. Except Roxy, of course.
Once my shower was over, I quickly changed into my Muggle clothes; lightwash skinny jeans, a peach baby doll skinny strapped top and my black ballet flats. Just because I'm not non-magic folk doesn't mean I can't dress like one.
I magically straightened my hair – it was simple, applied some makeup and then made my way downstairs.
"I've already flooed our trunks to the Malfoy's", Daddy told me, smiling at me. Yes, I had to stay at their mansion for the entire Summer. But at least I had my father with me.
"Side-along?" I asked, referring to apparating. I hadn't really accustomed to doing it on my own yet, so going with somebody else made me feel better.
My father nodded and smiled, offering his arm to me. After I grasped it, I felt the annoying sensation that signaled we were apparating. Only seconds later, I opened my eyes and found myself in the beautiful front entrance of the Malfoy Manor.
Narcissa must have heard the CRACK announcing our arrival, because she came running a moment later, smiling. I could tell she was a bit uncomfortable around my father, but she was smiling, nonetheless.
"My Lord", she greeted, bowing her head slightly. "Ryleigh".
I think me and Daddy could both tell she wanted to hug me, so he stepped back. "By all means, Narcissa", he said.
She ran forward and hugged me tightly, reminding my just how bone-crushing her embraces were.
I heard two pairs of footsteps but couldn't see past the woman who was crushing me and her blonde hair. But I did hear familiar voices greeting my father, and my father saying hello back.
"Stop smothering her, Narcissa", a voice said, but I knew that voice anywhere. As Narcissa let go, I found myself grinning at the face of my godfather.
"Lucius!" I exclaimed, running into his open arms. He chuckled and hugged me back.
Yes, I know it's strange to see Lucius Malfoy chuckle, but I was his Goddaughter; he simply adored me. When he let go, I was still smiling at him, happy to see my second home again.
"Draco, say hello", Lucius scolded, hitting his son over the head.
For the first time, I realized the boy I absolutely repulsed was in the room. Of course, I had to be polite and keep up my image around Pureblood society, so I forced a smile.
"Hello Riddle", Draco sneered, earning another whack from his father. "Ryleigh", he corrected himself.
I kept my fake smile plastered and said sweetly, "Hi Draco".
"Well?" Narcissa insisted, "Hug her!"
At that point, my eyes went wide and Draco was staring at his mother skeptically while I looked at my father with a look that clearly said 'Do something!'
"Now, now, Narcissa", Daddy said smoothly, "If the boy doesn't want to, he shouldn't have to. Plus, shouldn't we be beginning the meeting?"
"Yes, of course, my Lord", she replied, shocked.
Thank Merlin, I thought.
As the adults walked ahead of us into the hall that meetings were usually held in, Draco shoved me in the shoulder as he passed me. I scoffed and followed behind him, glaring daggers into his back.
When I walked into the hall with Draco, I noticed my father had changed back into his Voldemort form. I rolled my eyes at his appearance and glanced around the hall. There had to be about fifty of them in here; maybe more. All there to listen to my Daddy.
Lined up against the wall, were the kids of the Death Eaters, most of them thirteen or older. Finally, I found my group, and nudged Draco's shoulder. He looked at me and then followed my gaze, smirking. Blaise, Adrian, Matthew, Roxanne, Montague, Crabbe, and Goyle were all there.
I ran as quickly as I could towards them and I saw Roxy turn around before she said, "Ryleigh!"
I laughed and hugged her tightly, spinning around in circles as we normally did. I gushed to her about how amazing her new hair looked. She was gorgeous as a brunette! Besides her, I was the only other girl in our group so we were pretty close. Soon enough, I was being passed around to all of the guys for hugs while Draco and each just did some weird guy handshake thing. It was the usual greeting.
"Can we all be seated?" my dad said and all the adults quickly walked to the table. Our group – and the rest of the kids – walked over and sat at the end of the extremely long table like we were instructed to at every meeting.
I sat at the very end chair at the opposite head of the table from where my father was sitting, right in between Blaise and Roxy – next to Roxy was Matthew, next to Matthew was Adrian, next to Adrian was Monty; next to Blaise was Draco, next to Draco was Crabbe, next to Crabbe was Goyle.
"Loyal followers", my father began, speaking clearly, "As you know, I am growing old and I think it is time that –"
Everybody at the table wondered what had made the great Lord Voldemort stop speaking, but I quickly realized it as I heard a familiar hissing.
"Ah, Nagini", Daddy said and watched his snake with fascination. Actually, we all watched as she slithered up the fireplace and spread herself out on the ledge.
"Ryleigh, how good to see you", she hissed at me.
"Nice to see you too, Nagini", I hissed back and everybody stopped to stare at me as I spoke in Parseltongue.
"No matter how many times you talk to snakes, Ry, it always freaks me out", Blaise whispered in my ear and I smirked.
"Back to business", my father started again. "I think it is time, that I pick a rightful heir to my throne. Obviously, I would pick my daughter, but it is in a prophecy that a Dark Lord must rule with the Dark Queen beside him".
I already knew about this, but it's not like it was my life long dream to follow in my father's footsteps. However, I know he was disappointed when he heard the prophecy. He had wanted me to be the Dark Queen for so long.
"My Lord", Blaise's father interrupted, "Are you saying that you want a young heir?"
"Of course I want a young heir", Daddy spat, "He must have a long time to live after I am gone, to follow in my footsteps".
"Oh", was all that Mr. Zambini could say after my father had spoken to him. If you were a Death Eater, there was no room for moronic questions.
"As I was saying before I was interrupted", he started again, glaring slightly at the man, "In a year, I would like my heir to take over".
At these words, everybody began talking, amazed at how short of a time period they had before their Lord was replaced.
"My Lord, do you really think the war would be over by then?" Yaxley's voice rose above the rest.
"Yes, I think it will be over by then!" roared my father and the hall went silent, "Are you denying my assumptions?!"
"N-No, my Lord. Of course not", he stuttered.
"Good".
The hall was still silent, and even I was a little scared. When he used his Voldemort voice, it was very uh – frightening.
My dad looked around the hall and sighed, sitting down in his seat. "Shall we feast then? Lucius!"
"Yes, my Lord", Lucius said and snapped his fingers. A couple dozen house elves appeared, bearing many plates of food.
The hall burst into chatter at this point and I turned to talk to all of my friends.
"I hate these meetings", Roxy sighed.
Adrian laughed. "I can't believe you're not used to them by now".
"I'm used to them, I just don't like them", she replied then looked at me. "I can't believe it. You were this close to being his heir!"
I shrugged and opened my mouth to speak, but Draco bet me to it.
"Oh, please. Like she has the makings of being the Dark Queen", he scoffed, putting a roasted potato on his fork.
"And you do?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
"Of course", he replied simply and put the potato into his mouth, shrugging. He acted as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Git", I muttered, taking a sip of my drink.
At that point, Monty laughed, which didn't surprise me much. "I swear, sometimes you guys act like a married couple", he commented.
I glared at him and was oh so tempted to throw my fork at him. "As if I'd ever marry him".
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Draco asked, smirking.
"Oh yeah, because it's my dream", I responded sarcastically.
"You know, Riddle, you must be crazy seeing as you're the only girl that hasn't fallen for me".
"I guess that means I'm the sane one, doesn't it?"
"Ouch", Blaise said as he put his finger on me and made a sound like it was getting burned. "That one might sting".
I laughed and continued to eat the delicious food in front of me while Draco grunted. I'll admit, he's attractive but I would never marry him.
"Guys", Matthew whispered. "You see that man over there?"
We all looked over at a rather pudgy man who was diving into the pile of chicken. We then looked back at Matt and nodded.
"His outfit – green shirt, red pants – makes him look atrocious! I feel like yelling out 'Happy Christmas'!" he told us.
At this, we all burst out laughing. Matthew was gay, obviously, but he was just a great guy to be around.
After lunch, all of the Death Eaters left one by one, and soon it was just the Malfoy's, me and my father, Matthew and Roxy, Crabbe, Goyle, Monty, Adrian, and Blaise. We were all staying here for summer break apparently. This was going to be a good summer.
Draco took us all to our rooms which each door had our names on a gold plaque. This is what I loved about the Malfoy Manor. It was like being at a five star hotel.
So Roxy's room was next to mine, Matthew was next to her, Monty was next to him, then it was Adrian who was across the hall from Blaise, who was next to Crabbe, who was next to Goyle. Oh, and who was on the other side of me? Surprise, surprise! Mr. Draco Malfoy.
Hooray. Please note sarcasm.
My father would be spending a lot of time on the floor above us – which was where his room was – with Lucius, planning things out. So that basically meant it was just us kids!
We had all agreed to change into more comfortable clothing to play Quidditch. So I had thrown on a pair of teal short shorts, paired it up with a white camisole and some white low-cut converse. After touching up my makeup and pulling my hair into a cute low side ponytail, I was ready.
Grabbing my broom, I walked towards to back of the manor where the extravagant backyard was. Except it was a bit too big to be a backyard, but oh well. I made my way through the green lawns to find everybody else already at the Quidditch pitch.
Hopping onto my Firebolt, I kicked off the ground and flew up next to Blaise.
"Took you long enough, love!" Monty said, making his way over.
"Well, I'm allowed to be late", I said and shrugged, smiling.
"So you say", Blaise laughed.
"Alright, ladies, enough chit chat. Let's play", Draco sneered, flying past us. It was four against four, seeing as Roxy didn't know how to play so she was refereeing.
On my team, it was Blaise, Adrian, Monty, and myself; we were facing Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and Matt.
Seeing as I was the smallest, I was going to be Keeper, Adrian and Monty were the Chasers and Blaise was our Beater. On the other team, Draco was a Chaser along with Matthew, Crabbe was the Beater and their Keeper was Goyle.
"Begin!" Rox shouted and threw the balls up into the air. I immediately began flying in small proportions in front of the middle ring.
Adrian got the Quaffle first, which was good for my team as Blaise began shooting Bludgers at Draco and Matt. Dodging the aimed objects perfectly, Draco raced for the Quaffle and got it out of Adrian's hands.
He then threw it to Matt who tried to score, and succeeded. I glared and threw the Quaffle back out to Monty. He caught it and passed it to Adrian and then he passed it back. It went on like this across the entire field until we scored. I whooped from the other edge of the pitch and stuck out my tongue at Draco.
He returned my gesture with a scoff.
Goyle threw the Quaffle back into the air and Draco got possession of it again. I watched as Blaise shot a Bludger at Crabbe but then turned my head to keep my eyes on the game. It was Crabbe, who then shot the Bludger at me.
"Ry!" Blaise shouted I looked in his direction. He was waving crazily at the large black ball coming towards me.
"Riddle, watch out!" Draco screamed and started flying before me.
But before he could reach me, I felt the sharp, shooting pain signaling I had been hit in the stomach by the Bludger and the last thing I remembered was me falling backwards off my broom.
I resisted letting out a groan of pain as I slowly regained consciousness. I kept my eyes shut though and listened the voices around me. I distinctly heard somebody somebody's fist colliding with another person's face. I was confused. Who was getting punched?
"Crabbe, you git!" I heard Roxy's voice say. Alright, so she must have been the one that punched him. It made sense. Dear Roxanne Valentine always had had anger issues.
"Stop hitting me!" Crabbe grunted.
"No, you deserve it", came Blaise's voice, "You pulled an arsehole move out there".
"Alright, I get it".
I groaned and opened my eyes slowly. "You guys really need to stop fighting. I'm getting a headache", I muttered.
"Ryleigh!" Adrian burst out and hugged me.
Monty chuckled and flashed a toothy grin at me. "You always put up a fight, don't you, love?"
"It was just a Bludger to the stomach", I shrugged and sat up slowly.
"Somebody's going to have to carry her back up to the house", Matt said. "Draco, you do it".
"Me?!"
"Yes, you. You can leave your broom here in the shed. We all have to carry ours. So, you carry her", he replied with a smirk and began to make his way back towards the house, carrying my broom aswell.
Everybody else but Draco and I followed, and he sighed before picking me up bridal style then walking behind everyone.
"Thanks, Malfoy … I guess", I sighed.
"Whatever".
I wanted to punch him so hard right then and there, but of course … I couldn't move without being in pain; therefore, it wasn't such a bright idea. Draco carried me through the house quickly and quietly before placing me on my bed. I then realized he sat on my bed next to me.
"Thanks again", I said, looking at the floor.
"No problem", he said so quietly I hardly heard it before getting up and leaving my room.
I sighed. Well, this certainly had been an interesting day.
"Ryleigh, darling!" Mattie sang, skipping into my room. I smiled and patted the seat on my bed that was previously occupied by Draco for him to sit down.
He sat down and grinned at me with a mischievous glint in his eye.
"What?" I asked defensively.
"Oh, nothing", he sang.
I rolled my eyes. "There is never a 'nothing' to you, Matt".
He smirked and said, "Draco certainly didn't seem entirely ticked off to be carrying you".
I sighed. "Well, Malfoy is Malfoy. I'm a girl – and a good looking one at that – it's natural for him".
"There was more than that –".
He stopped himself once he saw that I was glaring daggers at him. Matthew quickly got up.
"Whatever you want to think, you can think that!" he sang before running out of my room and closing the door behind him.
I laid back on my bed and let out a deep breath. I was tired of these assumptions about something going on between me and Draco. Never, in a million years would it happen.
Or at least that's what my mind screamed whenever he was the cocky bastard he is.