".and under these terms I promise to write dispassionately and without
unnecessary embellishment about the honor of my former cause. I know what I
have done, and I accept full responsibility. My only wish is that I will be
forgiven of my crime at the end of this full confession. I also agree to
stay in the place the court has kindly given me for the duration of time
that this confession will take to write."
The girl was led out of the room by two dementors, visibly shuddering at their touch and closing her eyes.
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First of all, I'd like to clarify a few small things. I know you know who I am and what I did, but that's only one part of the story. This first is that I did not choose what I wanted to be. My path was chosen long before I truly knew what a path really was. My path was a gift, yet it was even more so a curse. A gift to be in the confidence of one of the greatest wizards of all time; yet a curse of no choice, no freedom, and in truth no real life.
The second is that I am only Tom Riddle's half sister. When Voldemort murdered his stepfamily I was there. Seconds after the murder, he found me wailing in another room. Discovering I had a strong aptitude for magic, he decided to train me as an accomplice. He put an Imperio curse on a family of wizards, directing them to raise me better than their own child.
At the age of five he took me under his wing, killing my foster family. I was trained in the Dark Arts, and received an ebony and phoenix wand, 12 inches. I attended every meeting of the Death Eaters, and was treated like a princess. Then everything changed.
For reasons unknown to me when I awoke, Tom put me under a time freeze spell at the age of 10, two days before my birthday.
Forty years later I woke a new person, having forgotten the thing I once knew, at least for the time. My brother had been missing for quite a while now, and one day I just awoke on the anniversary of my freezing. After being re-taught basic magic by an unknown Death Eater I was sent to Hogwarts soon after my 41st birthday, yet only 11 years alive. My instructions were simple: Be perfect, but don't stand out. And so I left.
The girl was led out of the room by two dementors, visibly shuddering at their touch and closing her eyes.
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First of all, I'd like to clarify a few small things. I know you know who I am and what I did, but that's only one part of the story. This first is that I did not choose what I wanted to be. My path was chosen long before I truly knew what a path really was. My path was a gift, yet it was even more so a curse. A gift to be in the confidence of one of the greatest wizards of all time; yet a curse of no choice, no freedom, and in truth no real life.
The second is that I am only Tom Riddle's half sister. When Voldemort murdered his stepfamily I was there. Seconds after the murder, he found me wailing in another room. Discovering I had a strong aptitude for magic, he decided to train me as an accomplice. He put an Imperio curse on a family of wizards, directing them to raise me better than their own child.
At the age of five he took me under his wing, killing my foster family. I was trained in the Dark Arts, and received an ebony and phoenix wand, 12 inches. I attended every meeting of the Death Eaters, and was treated like a princess. Then everything changed.
For reasons unknown to me when I awoke, Tom put me under a time freeze spell at the age of 10, two days before my birthday.
Forty years later I woke a new person, having forgotten the thing I once knew, at least for the time. My brother had been missing for quite a while now, and one day I just awoke on the anniversary of my freezing. After being re-taught basic magic by an unknown Death Eater I was sent to Hogwarts soon after my 41st birthday, yet only 11 years alive. My instructions were simple: Be perfect, but don't stand out. And so I left.