Athena Riddle pushed open the grand doors of her father's hall, glaring at anyone who turned to stare. Much like her father, she was one to be feared and she used it to her advantage. She smiled ever so slightly at her father as she stood before him, hugging him briefly.

"May I ask what I have been called for, father?" She simply asked. Her voice was soft, soothing, like wind chimes. But beneath it, there was a knowing tone, a cold tone, something that could stop death in its tracks. And she knew it. Looking up at her father, she raised an eyebrow. Voldemort smiled at his daughter, motioning for her to sit. She did as he asked, sitting on the arm of his throne, tracing one of the intricate snakes carved into its side.

"We have had a small problem on the Malfoy front. It seems that he does not have the heart," At this, Athena scoffed. "To take care of our dear Severus Snape and bring back Potter." He continued. Athena rolled her emerald eyes, before looking back at her father.

"Okay, so what's my part in this?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.

"We need you to go to Hogwarts," At this, Athena groaned. "And er, get rid of the Malfoy boy. You can deal with Snape while you're there." He finished, ignoring his daughter's complaints. After a moment, Athena sighed and nodded.

"Alright, I'll do it." She answered simply, before standing up, bidding goodbye to her father and walking from the room. Hogwarts? She screamed mentally. He wants ME to go to HOGWARTS? WHERE MUDBLOODS AND BLOOD TRAITORS ARE WELCOMED? HE'S MAD! Needless to say, she wasn't exactly happy about the situation. She scowled, running to her room and sitting on her bed. Anger coursed through her veins as she began punching the wall. At first, she didn't notice the pain in her knuckles, but as it grew, she hissed. Reaching for her wand (7 inches, Supple, made of Rosewood, with a Veela Hair Core) she muttered a single word.

"Episkey."

She turned to her mirror, glaring at the girl staring back at her. Needless to say, she was beautiful. Then again, she was part Veela. Her coal black hair covered one of her long-lashed emerald eyes, her pale skin luminescent, pale as pale, like the moon. Her curves were in all the right places and her body thin, but not in an anorexic way. Her eyes looked smoky, simply because of the pale gold eye shadow softly blanketing her eyelids. Her beauty was one of the many factors that insisted in battle. Then again, in Muggle history (Athena still was unsure how she knew this) Athena was meant to be goddess of war. It was like her parents knew she'd be a fighter.

Athena walked through Diagon Alley, a scowl plastered on her face. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, glaring at anyone who looked her way. Although she had not been to Hogwarts (She was, after all, sixteen and more magically advanced than most middle-aged wizards) she knew she would be welcomed by Dumbledore. All she'd have to do was fake a name and a background and viola! The perfect alibi.

Entering Flourish and Blotts, she gathered all required Course Books (You'd be surprised what information her father could get out of people), before walking past Magical Menagerie. She already had a tawny owl, but something in the window caught her eye. She wasn't exactly raised to love animals, but she walked into the store anyway. Her eyes were glued to the large pen in the window, in which three hippogriffs rested. They were only babies, around a metre long in size, but she couldn't help but think they were cute. Cute? Ugh, I'm not even in Hogwarts yet and I'm already going soft. She groaned mentally. She studied all three; a white one, a black one, and a chestnut one. As if they knew she was watching, they all looked up at her; two pairs of brown eyes and one pair of amber eyes. She already knew how to treat a hippogriff, and even though these three were only children, she knew that they could still inflict harm. She bowed her head resentfully, leaning against the glass sides of the pen. She allowed a grin to pull her lips as she felt something feathery soft nudge her hand. She smiled down at the chestnut hippogriff, stoking its cheek.

"Taken a liking to you, he has." A voice behind her spoke. She whirled around, examining the man behind her and reaching for her wand unnoticeably. After a moment, she determined that it was simply the store owner and gave a sickly sweet, fake smile. If she was going to be... what name had she decided on? Vera Mariah Hart? (At this decision, she'd almost been sick. WAY too feminine) she'd have to start acting much more kind and sweet, less like Athena Blaire Riddle. He returned the smile. She looked back at the chestnut hippogriff who seemed to be making a noise equivalent to a purr. I'm not even sure hippogriffs can do that... She thought, frowning slightly, before turning back to the store owner. I can't believe I'm about to ask this...

"How much is he?" She did her best to hide the cold knowledge beneath her words, replacing it with false interest.

"Thirty galleons." He answered. Athena did her best not to laugh. Sure, to some, thirty galleons may seem like a lot, but to the riddle family, it was like a single knut in comparison to the great fortune hidden behind a huge vault in Gringotts. She smiled.

"I'll take him."