A/N Hey guys this is my first story and I hope you enjoy it. Please don't give hate, but I encourage constructive criticism. I said CONSTRUCTIVE criticism.

Love u! Enjoy the story!

~Amelia

Chapter 1

She glanced at her ticket in her hand. She had been waiting for this day to come. The day where she would step onto the train and wave goodbye, even though she knew nobody would be watching. Her mum would be busy with work, and her dad would be pleading to his father not to do whatever bad things he was going to do. Crystal Riddle was just like her surname, a mystery somebody tries to solve. Should she try to follow her moms side of the family and be a brave, proud, natural born leader? Or should she try to follow her dad's side of the family and be a cunning, ambitious, powerful leader? Or would she end up loyal, or wise and not follow her family at all? There was a high chance it wouldn't be the latter option though. She glanced around to make sure no muggle was watching, and ran through the brick platform separator. Obviously, she arrived at platform 9 3/4.

I leaned against the platform separator, the train hadn't came yet, and looked at everyone who was there, in case I know anybody there. Near the track stood Lucius Malfoy, who used to work with my Grandad. I waited until he looked at me, and when he did, I smiled warmly at him. I could tell by the look of his face that he remembered me, but didn't know that I would be here. He knew me because on the day that my Dad scheduled a meeting to talk about what they would do since the wizarding war happened, even though he scheduled it 5 years after it happened, and I was 6 years old at the time. I got to meet everyone, and I guess I hadn't changed much. A few weasleys entered the platform, and I approached Mrs. Weasley with a bright smile on my face. Before coming here, my mom arranged me to meet all the Gryffindor families in the sacred 28 (the list of all the pure blooded families).

"Hey Mrs. Weasley!" I greeted her. She returned the greeting to me and I proceeded to greet the rest of the family. However, there was someone standing next to Ron that I didn't know.

"Hey Crystal!" He turned to the boy, who looked around the same age as me and Ron. "Harry, this is Crystal Riddle. She is the heir to Gryff—"

"Oh come on! Why does everyone have to mention that I'm the heir of Gryffindor when they introduce me to someone?" I angrily cut him off. Suddenly, I noticed a scar behind the other boy's bangs. It wasn't a normal scar, it was shaped like a lightning bolt. Suddenly, the sound of the train saved me. "I gotta go um—get good seats on the train now. Bye!" I quickly rushed off and rolled my cart into the train's baggage storage and rushed to an empty seat. I prayed that harry wouldn't come. A while later, a striking blonde haired boy peaked his head into the cabins.

"Is it okay if I sit here?" He asked me.

"Sure." I answered, moving closer towards the window, to seem friendly. He sat across from me. "I'm Crystal." I said, holding out my hand for him to shake. He was hesitant at first, but then he shook it quickly.

"Draco." He said. "What house do you think you will be sorted into?" He asked me, and I pondered on the question.

"I know it'll be either Slytherin or Gryffindor." I say. "As much as I hope for it to not be."

"I bet I'm in Slytherin." Draco answers to his own question, reaching for something in his pocket. He pulls out a shiny gold coin, and then I realize that I could hear the trolley coming with many different sweets. I pull out my own coin, and walk out into the hallway. I get myself a lollipop, and Draco gets a chocolate frog. When he shows me the image he got, my insides curl up. On the card, was the relative I had to keep a secret or else people would know that I am a descendant of tom riddle, AKA lord Voldemort. And thats not exactly a good thing.

"Cool." I say. "I'm gonna go get changed" I say to Draco, and I head down the hallway and into the changing room. Well, I wait outside until a brunette girl exits the room and says,

"It's all yours." I smile warmly at her words and step into the tiny changing room. The small metal table automatically has my robes on it. One explanation: Magic. I take the robes off the table and start to change into them. Once I leave the room, I find Draco already dressed in the cabin.

"Turns out they had another changing room at the other end of the hall." He said, motioning behind him. I nodded. We arrived at Hogwarts and took boats to the castle. Once we arrived, we where lead to a big room with all the other students sitting by house. One by one, Professor McGonagall called us up and we where sorted. Harry was sorted into Gryffindor. When It was Draco's turn, the hat pronounced Slytherin even before it was fully on his head.

"Crystal Riddle." My name was called. I walked over to the stool and sat down. I closed my eyes, awaiting for the hat to touch my head.