Prologue

It was long ago in a world right outside the non-magical. Two brothers that come from a family so strung out on blood purity, it spreads across the whole of England.

"Sirius!" Screams a shrill voice. Yet an oblivious Sirius Black sits in his bedroom. With a look of pure longing he stares at the pictures of his friends that line his walls. With all his heart he prayed for summer to end to get out of this hell hole. Every passing minute felt like an eternity to the trapped boy, until the day he could see them again.

Mean while, Bellatrix sits on the dining room with the elbows propping her head up. Marinating in her dark thought Regulus taps her shoulder bringing her out of the daze.

"What happened this time?" He asks with a cruel smirk playing on his face.

"Stuff it." She mumbles trying to fall back into her misery.

Chapter One: Hello

My Family isn't the best you could have, hell I would have chosen someone else if I had the chance. Too much talk of blood purity, it's actually starting to make me sick.

My father disappeared about sixteen years ago. My mother, well to put it as nicely as possible, I hate her. May be I should take a small step back and introduce myself. My name is Alexandra Demetria Riddle, the daughter of Lord Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange.

I know that thought everyone immediately thinks once they know who I am. "We're going to die she going to kills all the muggle hide them at once." But really I'm not the bad at least I don't think I am. My name has done me more harm than it ever will good, that's why I mostly I go by Alex Adams.

And this is my story it needs to be told, no matter how hard it is for me to write these words down.

Chapter Two: Alone

I'm a sixteen years old girl that has finally boarded the Hogwarts Express for the first time. Hogwarts is the school of my dreams and it took forever to get to it. I have to work up to be an official sixth years, which really sucks if you ask me. It will take a month at tops to start my real classes.

I sit alone in the last compartment in the back of the train hiding in my black cloak, warming my frozen body. Hiding who I am is what I do best, but the time to show my true identity is fast approaching. Some cocky blonde is standing in front of my door; his "I'm-so-sexy" arrogance annoys me.

"What's your name?" He asks for about the fifth time. I don't utter a single word to him knowing if I do I would spill all my little secrets. But he doesn't seem to be getting the message, so if he doesn't leave I will hex him. "What's your house? What year are you in?"

"Look, I don't like questions. So get away from me, child." I snap, no longer being able to hold my tongue.

"Do you know who you're talking to? I'm Draco Malfoy and I was trying to be nice to a little loser like you." He states as if I had just knocked him off his high horse for about two seconds.

"Does it sound like I really care who you are?" I ask staring at the window watching the trees pass by. Suddenly the compartment door slams shut and I hear some shouting going on in the hall a few doors down.

"What's wrong, Draco? She didn't want to sleep with you?" A guy teases. I open my door to peek at who said those words. A tall raven haired boy with shocking emerald eyes.

"Shut up, Potter." Draco Shouts venom dripping from every word.

"Hey girl, do you want to come sit with us?" Harry asks waving to get my attention that he already had. I shake my shadowed face and close the door with complete silence.

"The famous Harry Potter stuck up for me. Just wait till he finds out who I am I think he would take that back within milliseconds." I whisper to myself. All alone dwelling in the silence as sleep takes hold of me.

Chapter Three: Disappointment

Standing behind all the first years makes me want to laugh. They're so scared and I just have a feeling that their nervousness will get the better of them. I'm pulled aside by a freakishly old looking woman to be told that I will be sorted last. To tell the truth I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

For what seems to take forever the last small and scared first years is sorted. The time has come for me to pull off my hat and show the world who I am.

"Alexandria Riddle," Sliding off my hood to reveal the mirror image of my father. The sorting hat is placed on my thick mass of wavy ebony hair. A million whispers burst through out the room as everyone locks their eyes on me.

"It's been almost fifty-six years since I've had a Riddle to sort. Ahh…yes you're very smart, sly, brave, and an overwhelming amount of pride. Not to mention that your quick wit, this is going to take a minute. The split between two houses may have come today, which would be best though? Slytherin or Gryffindor…." The hat whisper in my ear. " Slytherin!"

I nod feeling the disappointment fill my small body. Knowing that I was already branded for having half my DNA from a mad man and now I'm in Slytherin. My Violet eyes scan the table at my deadly silent dorm mates. This is my fate as I slowly walk to the table, my face set hard as stone.

I look at Snape who seems to like to smirk at me to show his victory. Anger slowly starting to boil underneath my skin, I can feel my change starting. I pull the hood over my head to hide or put myself in some deep trouble.

'Damn, he gets under my skin too quickly,' I say in my head. Soon as the head master finished his speech I got up and approached him.

"Yes?" He asks looking at me.

"Can you grant me a request?" I state looking at only him, knowing if I look at Snape that I would fully change.

"What is the request?"

"To leave now, I'm not very hungry. Plus, all these eyes are making me really uncomfortable." I say quietly. "I also would need the password to the common room. Who do I ask for that?"

"Draco Malfoy knows the common room password. Be careful." The headmaster says granting my small wish. I nod my thanks and head back to the table.

"What's the password?" I whisper to Draco trying to leave as quickly as possible.

"What are you talking about?" he asks being a prat, and a little too arrogant with me.

"Unless you want a sick girl messing up your cloths I suggest you speak." Is all I had to say to get to him.

"Mudblood." Draco states faster than I have ever heard anyone speak. What I didn't notice is that he got a hold of my cloak before I started to walk away.

As the cloak slides off my shoulders I shudder at the sudden cold. Showing off my barely there skirt and matching long sleeve shirt, silver pin stripes covering both of them. White mid-thigh stockings that have silk bows holding them up. Of course the silver and green tie to put the entire outfit together, the back being covered by my tumbling ebony locks.

"Not a good move on your part, Malfoy." I state holding on to the death glare as I leave the great hall. With all eyes and dropped jaw