"What is your name dear?" Albus Dumbledore asked as he sat behind his desk, looking intently at the girl sitting before him.

"Charis, Charis Elizabeth Jane Riddle." Charis answered awkwardly, she wasn't used to telling people her name, something her parents had insisted upon since they were so hated.

"You are the daughter of Tom Riddle, otherwise known as Lord Voldemort?" Albus asked her, Charis nodded in reply, Albus looked at her before sighing.

Fearfully Charis jumped to her feet - that sounded like a sigh of defeat - he was going to hurt her wasn't he.

"No please! Listen to me! I never wanted to be part of his life! I swear, I've never killed anyone! I don't believe in this purity crap! Please Don't kill me!" Charis cried out fearfully, backing away form the desk, looking for the nearest escape route.

"Dear girl, I'm not going to kill you, nor is anyone else. You are safe here." his words were so sincere that Charis couldn't help but accept what he was saying as truth.

"I-I… I'm sorry, I just- I'm in so much trouble." Charis said quietly, tears coming to her eyes as she stood in the middle of the office of the man her father hated most. "He'll kill me if he find out… I can't go back there, I don't want to anyway… Please, please help me."

"I will do everything in my power to help you Charis, never doubt that." Albus told her, he meant it to, he was honestly going to try and help her, the thought of Charis being some sort of spy was pushed out of his mind the moment he saw her terrified eyes looking up at him.

"Thank you." Charis whispered, never before having been shown such care.

Albus Dumbledore smiled at the girl before leaning back at his chair and simply staring at her. Charis met his look, unwaveringly so, until Albus let out a sigh.

"What do I do with you? It may be useful to me if you tell me more about yourself." Albus said, smiling warmly at the girl.

"I'm Charis Riddle, fifteen years old, I have been fully educated, I-…" Charis sighed. "There's not much more to me, I'm not a normal kid, I wasn't given the chance, I don't have any friends, just people who wanted to know me to get closer to my father… I've never been out in public, but locked in a damn house most of my life… that's me, that is it, there's nothing else to me, I wasn't given the chance to become anything-anyone." Charis said, the anger and hatred bubbling into her voice as she spoke, barely able to contain furious tears that threatened to fall.

"But my dear child, you have become someone. You show incredible bravery, you're obliviously intelligent if you've been given a full education, and at only fifteen, Why are you doubting yourself, I see before me someone with amazing qualities." Albus said, almost fiercely.

"Thank you." Charis said so softly it was almost unheard, almost.

"There's no need to thank me child, but I think there are some students you would like to meet, shall we go?" Albus asked the young girl.

Timidly Charis nodded her head a followed the white haired head master out of the office, she walked beside him through the corridors until they reached a classroom.

"We'll have to fetch them from their charms class, they are, unlike you, not yet fully trained." Albus said, a happy-ish note to his voice as his eye latterly sparkled. He stepped into the room and smiled at the tiny professor who stomped instantly.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, how can we help you today?" the tiny man asked in a high pitched voice, almost like a house elf. Charis smiled at his friendly expression.

"I am here to collect Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley." Albus replied with a smile, the tiny teacher nodded and three students stood up looking unsure, the first was a girl, she was tall and slim and beautiful in an understated way, her big brown eyes looked fearful, like she thought her was in trouble, her skin was lightly tanned, but not form sunbathing, she looked like she took effort with her appearance, but not in a vain way, more studious somehow.

Behind her was a gangly red headed boy, he was freckled and seemed almost looming he was so tall, but he held laughter in his blue eyes which seemed to soften him, make him seem more friendly.

The third was another boy, this one slightly shorter then the other two, he was very thin, verging on sickly so, but his eyes were the brightest green, not like her green eyes which were more subtle, his were brilliant emerald, and stood out against his pale skin but did not seem out of place, the looked was topped of with round glasses and messy black hair.

Silently Albus led them out of the classroom, the three friends sending Charis curious looks.

"Harry, I would like you to meet someone, this is Charis, Charis Riddle." Albus said calmly, Harry looked at the aging headmaster before turning to Charis, his face becoming more and more horrified.

"WHAT?" Harry practically screamed, he made a lunge at Charis, but before anyone had any clue what was happening Albus had his wand out, holding Harry frozen.

"Harry that's no way to treat other." Albus said, scowling slightly. "Let me explain, Charis is here of her own free will, we didn't realise she existed, I am yet to call the order, but I thought I would give you the chance to meet her first, now do not try to attack her." Albus said releasing Harry from his bindings.

"How could you bring her here? How could you let her stay?" Harry shouted at Albus, looking like he would happily throttle the headmaster, but Albus simply smiled knowingly.

"Quite easily Harry, quite easily."