She was different, but aren't we all a bit different? She liked boys, hanging out with her friends, going to watch football games; no different than anyone else. Well except for one thing, she was the daughter of one of the most dangerous men in the world, a serial killer if you will. But the strangest thing of all is not that her father is a killer, but no one knew about her father. No one knew that she was the spawn of a serial killer, and things had to stay that way.

To tell her story starting from the day she was born would be helpful. Tom Riddle had always thought Maybelle Hadria was a beauty queen; the way she walked, the way she talked, the beauty of the way she sang. Suzanne was the product of a one night stand between a young Tom Riddle and Maybelle Hadria. Of course, Suzanne didn't find this out until she was "of age". Her mother was a muggle, and her father was a very dangerous wizard; that is until the day he was killed by her cousin's best friend.

Most people know the story of Harry Potter, in fact it's one of the most famous stories of all time. He was the only one who could defeat him. But could she ever really forgive Harry or her father for that matter. It was something she struggled with all of her life, and to this day still did.

Her mother was left alone after the announcement of her birth, and all Suzanne got was a lousy birthday card, usually a week before or after her actual date of birth. She'd never put two and two together but it wasn't until she met a young Harry Potter that things really began to change.

Her mother later married Gideon Prewett, and Suzanne and her mother both changed their last names when Suzanne was just four years old. She called Gideon her father from then on, and she never knew who her real father was, well not until her seventeenth birthday.

Suzanne sat at home with her mother, brother, and father as they celebrated her birthday. She was officially of age, and all she wanted to do was break all the rules. She had finished opening all of her presents and all that was left was a gift bag. She took the bag from her mother and looked at her family, an excited smile on her face. She shook the bag violently, "What is it?" she asked before searching through the bag.

She froze when she found out what was in them, seventeen cards with her name written neatly on the envelope. She looked up at her mother, "What is this?" she demanded.

"Honey, there's something we haven't told you," her mother said grabbing for her father's hand. Robert looked at the three of them and stood from the dinner table.

Suzanne looked at her parents and a look of fear spread across her face. "What's going on?" she asked as her parents avoided her eyes.

Her mother was the one to speak. "Those are letter from your father," she stated, scratching the back of her neck nervously.

Suzanne turned to her father and smiled, "How come I never got them before, daddy?"

Her father turned away from her and her mother looked at her again, "You're real father. He's not your biological father."

Suzanne looked at her mother, then at the man she'd called her father for as long as she could remember. "What the bloody hell are you talking about? If he's not really my father, then who is?"

Her mother avoided eye contact again and whispered the name of her father, "Tom Riddle." Suzanne dropped her fork and stared at her mother.

"Mom, Tom Riddle?" she looked at the man she called father. "She isn't serious, you know how terrible You-Know-Who is. There is no possible way he's my father; I'll be shunned from the wizardry world."

Gideon looked at his stepdaughter and nodded his head, "She's right. Unfortunately he is you father, however no one has to know he's your father. If this gets out it could cause problems for us as a family, I could lose my job. So, it's important that you keep this quiet."

It was then that Suzanne looked back at the letters sitting in front of her. "These are all from him? Since he left? Where the fuck have they been." Suzanne glared daggers at her mother and pushed her chair violently from the table as it fell back with a bang. She rushed to her, still holding the letters.

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It has been one year since Suzanne found out the truth about her life and today she was telling her stepfather's side of the family. All this time she thought this family was hers, but they weren't; it was all just a lie and now they were going to figure that out too.

Suzanne arrived at the Burrow with her pet dog, Newfy by her side. She stood about 20 meters from the front door and she sighed heavily as she looked up at it. Her heart ached as Suzanne realized that the people she once called family were only that in name, not by blood, and more than likely this was going to break their hearts.

She knocked on the front door and took a step back. She was so afraid, she knew they wouldn't judge her, but things would be different; it was inevitable. There was loud pounding of footsteps down the stairs before Ronald appeared at the door. Suzanne smiled and waved timidly before being pulled into a bone crushing hug. "Good to see you, Suzie," Ronald said before pushing her away and getting a good look at her.

"It's been a while," she agreed, pulling at the strings on her sweater. Ronald told her wait a moment and he disappeared into the house leaving the door open. Suzanne walked in and closed the door gently behind her. When she turned around there stood the entire family. She smiled and as they all ran to her, she held up a hand. "There's something I came for, or rather I came to tell you," she said staring intently at her shoes.

Suzanne ran a hand nervously through her beach blond hair and sighed heavily. "You should sit down," she told them as she still stood in place. They all looked at her before settling in their designated spots: Mr. and Mrs. Weasley in the love seat by the fire, Ronald and Ginny on the floor with their backs against the couch that their three brother sat on. Suzanne moved across the room from then in an old rocking chair.

They all sat silently for a moment before Molly stood up and crossed the room, "Is everything alright Suzanne? Is your family alright?" she asked the concern now evident in her voice. Suzanne half smiled and nodded.

"Everyone's alright, but I wouldn't call them family," she said catching everyones' attention. "Please sit," she begged her aunt. She looked at them all and sighed, "Okay, here it goes," she started. "I'm not a Prewett," she told them.

"Oh, sweetie, yes you are. No matter what happened or what you did, you'll always be a Prewett," Arthur told her, leaning down onto his legs.

"NO!" she shouted, surprising them all, "No, I'm not. You were all wrong, I don't have the Prewett eyes or the temper of one." she paused again and looked at them all, "I have Riddle eyes and Riddle temper. I'm Tom Riddle's daughter not Gideon Prewett's," she told them a bit angrily before letting herself calm a bit. She turned to her aunt and uncle, "My parents lied to you, to all of you." She bowed her head in shame and a tear slid down her cheek. George and Ronald immediately stood and ran from the room. The tears were coming faster, and she could no longer hold them in. Her body shook as she cried quietly.

She was surprised to feel and light hand on her shoulder before looking up to see Ginny and hugging her. "It's okay. You didn't know, and you've become his polar opposite. You're more a Prewett now than ever," Suzanne smiled thankfully and pulled Ginny into a tighter hug.

"Thanks Gin, I love you, babe," she told her cousin. Ginny kissed her forehead and returned her cousin's smile.

Suzanne looked up to see Charlie and Bill walk over. Suzanne thought Bill would also be mad; his face was disfigured because of the dark side. Bill looked at her and smiled, "We've loved you for eighteen years, why would that change now?" he said and Charlie nodded. They both hugged her and exited the room, heading outside (no doubt to tell their families). Suzanne was left in the room with her aunt and uncle. She took a cautious look at them and then returned her gaze to her hands.

"Dear, by now you should know that we love more than anything. No stupid thing such as this will ever change that," her aunt told her, walking to her and hugging her kissing her cheek lightly.

Arthur stood and smiled at his niece, "We love you for who are you; not where you're from." He hugged her and left the room.

Suzanne sat alone for a moment before hearing a loud pop from the fireplace. She looked up immediately and saw none other than Harry Potter standing in the fireplace, coughing up a lung. She quickly got to him and pat him on the back, "You alright?" she asked him.

She'd never personally met Harry, but she'd heard about him and saw his picture in the paper. He coughed loudly one last time and a puff of smoke came out of his mouth. "I'm good now, thanks." He cleared his throat a few times and Suzanne walked back over to her chair and sat down, putting her head in her hands. "Who are you, anyway?" Harry asked timidly.

Suzanne looked up at him and smiled. "Sorry, I'm Suzanne," she said curtsying slightly to show her respect.

"You're Suzanne?" he asked raising an eyebrow in confusion.

Suzanne looked away nervously to nothing in particular and her eyes fell on the family portrait taken a year ago. She looked at it for a moment as tears ran down her cheeks, "It's a lie."

Harry looked up at her, astonished, "What?" he asked looking at the picture. "What are you airbrushed in?" he asked laughing a little.

She gave him a forced smile and shook her head slightly. "I'm not apart of this family. I'm not who I always thought I was," she said pushing the front door open violently and ran. She ran as fast as she could, over the hill in the Weasley's front lawn and sat facing the sunset. She collapsed to the ground in hysterics.

Moments later, Harry stood behind her breathing heavily, "Where the bloody hell did you learn to run like that?" he asked her breathlessly.

She didn't look at him, just muttered, "Muggles."

Harry realized she didn't want to talk at the moment and simply sat next to her. She looked over at him and smiled, "You're a good guy, Harry. You are a truly good person, you're a catch,"she smiled and patted his hand. "Why are you here, anyway?" she knew something had to be going on.

"Oh Ronald actually wanted me to come meet his favorite cousin," Harry said with a smile before realizing what he'd said and frowned a little. "Sorry," he whispered as an after thought.

She looked over at him and sighed, "I'm not his cousin."

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Care to explain?"

She stared intently at the setting sun and smiled a little. She sighed before beginning and she told him everything. After she'd finished, she chanced a glance up at him.

"Well you're an overwhelming person," was all Harry could muster. He saw that he'd upset her and put a hand on her leg. "You're overwhelming in a good way. I enjoy being in your presence. Here, you find out that the dark lord is your father and you're afraid the people you call family won't love you anymore. I would fighting the thought to kill myself, you're a strong person. I can't help but admire that."

Suzanne smiled. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her. She realized she'd unknowingly put her hand on his leg and they both froze and stared at one another. She looked at him and he at her, he leaned in and she did as well and when they both heard footsteps thudding down the stairs. They both immediately pulled apart and stared awkwardly around the room.

"Suzanne," she heard Ronald loudly call out and he dashed down the stairs. Strangely, he didn't seem all that angry. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry. I didn't want you to think that I hated you because of your blood..." he cut himself off when he saw Harry sitting in the room. "Oh, hey." For some reason Ronald looked uncomfortable.

Suzanne smiled a little, "It's okay Ronald, he knows" she told him stifling a laugh. Ronald looked a little less uncomfortable, and gave them a small smile.

"You're okay with it?" Ronald immediately asked Harry, his eyes growing twice in size.

"You do have the emotional range of a teaspoon," Harry stated before he and Suzanne broke into a fit of laughter. "Of course I'm okay with it. Suzanne's a pretty cool girl, I think I can cut her some slack.
Suzanne smiled and looked over at Harry, "Thanks," she said and for the first time she took a good look at Harry. He was incredibly sexy. He had dark hair that accented his incredible emerald green orbs. He was gorgeous. She bit her lip lightly before Ronald opened his big mouth.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Ronald asked staring at her face then following her eyes to Harry.

"What? Nothing! I'm not doing anything!" she said suddenly unable to control the volume of her voice.