The moon shone through the dark clouds, illuminating the marble grave. A young girl with straight jet black hair knelt down by a grave. Her tears splashed against the marble and plummeted into the bright summer grass.
"Father….I'm here."
The girl's red eyes glowed fiercely due to her emotions. Why had he had to die? There was the slight idea of him being the most evil wizard, but still…was a death necessary? They must not have known of a child, perhaps to even consider just locking him away…maybe somehow stripping him of powers. But no…Harry Potter had to kill him. Harry Potter had to be the glory boy as usual and achieve all his glorious praise. It was disgusting. In order for him to achieve this all she has to lose her only family on this earth. He would pay. This year, when he went to Hogwarts to actually finish his 7th year of Hogwarts with all his friends, or rather those who remained she would get him.
"Father I will avenge you if it's the last thing I do. You were evil its true but I will let the legacy live. I am Belladora Marvellina Riddle. And as your daughter I will make you proud," Belladora said standing.
Alongside her father's grave was her mother's for whom her first name was half named after. Bellatrix Lestrange, glowed on the tombstone. "You will too be avenged dear mother."
Belladora made her way out of the cemetery gates. She needed a goodnight's rest for tomorrow she would board the train to Hogwarts.