Disclaimer:: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, J.K. Rowling does. I only own the plot...sob

Summary:: Harry, Ron, and Hermione are starting their seventh and final year at Hogwarts. When they get on the train, they find a transfer student from Durmstrang sitting in the only spare available compartment. They find out that her name is Jillian Heart and that she is going into Gryffindor with the trio. But, what they don't know is that Jillian isn't who she really says she is, no, her name is actually Jillian Riddle; Tom Marvolo Riddle's teenage daughter. They also don't know that Jillian has a plan to lure poor Harry into a trap. What exactly is it, read and find out.

A/N:: This ficcy is going to be in Jillian's POV.

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Jillian Kelci Riddle looked at her reflection in the mirror and sighed. I suppose that this is as good as it's going to get. She thought bitterly. Jillian absolutely hated what she looked like, mainly because she looked like her deceased mother. With her waist length strawberry blonde hair, pale completion, and deep blue eyes, people who knew her mother said Jillian was the spitting image of her. Her mother so kind hearted and pure that not even the meanest man alive could hate her. That's how Jillian's father fell in love with her mother.

Jillian's father. People referred to him as You-Know-Who, or He Who Must Not Be Named. That's right; Voldemort was Jillian's father. Up to this day, Jillian always wondered how her father could ever fall in love with her mother. She was a Mudblood, not worthy for the wizarding world. But, somehow, Voldemort fell in love with her.

That'll never happen to me, Jillian thought, I'll someday fall in love and marry someone who Father thinks is worthy, no some Mudblood. Unlike her mother, Jillian's personality was just like her father's. Cold and hateful.

"Jillian," Jillian heard her father call for her from down stares, "The letter arrived."

"Coming Father," She replied, smiling wickedly. She ran out of her room and down the stares. When she got to the bottom of the stares, Voldemort was sitting on a chair in the hall waiting for his daughter.

"It's about time," He said harshly.

"I love you too," Jillian sneered. Voldemort smiled and handed her a letter with green handwriting, "Thank you,"

Jillian ripped open the envelope and took out the letter.

Dear Miss Heart.

Jillian smiled at her fake name.

We are pleased to say that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As you requested, we have let you have your own separate dormitory. Enclosed is a list of supplies you will need for the upcoming year. We hope that you will enjoy your stay.

Sincerily,

Professor M. McGonagall

"Well?" Voldemort asked impatiently.

"I've been accepted AND I have my own dormitory." Jillian smirked. "Everything going according to plan."

"Good," Voldemort smiled. "Now that we know your going to Hogwarts, we need to go over some important stuff."

Jillian groaned. "Can't we go over this after I have a shower?" Voldemort gave her a stern stare, "Fine."

"First of all, when you go to Hogwarts you should make your voice-''

"What's wrong with my voice?" Jillian interrupted.

"-more cheerful."

"Cheerful?!" Jillian cried.

"Your voice sounds to....dark." Voldemort shrugged. "If you want to make friends with Potter you should change your voice. Which goes on to the second thing, Potter."

"What about Potter?"

"I was thinking that if ....."

A/N::

Well, how was the first chapter? I'm not going to tell you what Jillian has to do but I think you'll soon find out.