Sorry I took so long to update guys! Hope you like it! R&R!

AlanaPOV

(Hermione is gonna go by Alana from now on ok?)

We arrived at the front door of the manor. "You open the door." He told me.

"But I don't have a key.."

"You don't need a key, just turn the handle."

"Ok.." I did as I was told, and the door swung open. "Why did you want me to do it?"

"Because the doors only open to the inside of the house if it's opened by Riddle DNA or close friends or family." He explained.

"oh. Cool." Impressive..

As we walked in, we entered the foyer. The floors were a gray tile, with silver entailed. Their were two black couches and a table their to. The room to the left looked like a sitting room, and to the right looked like a combined kitchen/dining room.

Beyond the foyer, was a grand marble staircase. Just the look of it was beautiful. My father showed me the rooms downstairs, which I had guessed correct, and then we headed upstairs. When you reach the top of the stairs, the walk way could go left or right, and their were about 4 doors on each side. (A?N: Try picturing the stair case and doors in the Sound of Music. Not exactly the same, but you get the picture..)

We went to the left first. The first door was a huge bathroom. The second was his office.

"Feel free to come in any time. Unless the door is closed, then knock."

"Ok." We continued down the hall, and he opened the third door. "This is your room, as you can see. The other door right next to this one is yours also, it just goes to your bathroom. So, I'll leave you to your room to set up. Meet me in the foyer when your done though." He said, heading towards the door, as we had walked into the middle of my room.

"Wait, what about the other half?" I asked.

"Oh, those are just guest rooms. Except the farthest one down. That's my room."

"oh, ok."

He smiled, the closed the door behind him.

As soon as he was gone, I collapsed onto my bed.

This was a lot to take in. I was Lord Voldemorts daughter. The man I despised for years was my father. And he didn't even seem remotely close to the bad and evil I had always thought he was.

AND I was a pureblood. Oh, what would Malfoy say now? Now he cant tease me anymore. Not that I'm guessing he would anyway, he wouldn't tease his masters daughter. Right?

What would people at school think?

Oh, no what would Harry and Ron think? They'll probably hate me now!

I shot of my bed, and ran to my desk I saw when I came in. I was about to write the letter, but then I remembered that all my stuff was packed away. I sighed, and saw down again.

OK take some deep breaths Alana, it will be fine. You need to get situated and comfortable first.

After I calmed down a little bit, I walked over to the boxes and started with the first one. It held all my bathroom stuff, which I quickly put away. My stuff hardly filled up the huge bathroom, which was red black and silver themed, and it matched my bedroom. Ironic, that they were my favorite colors. Even more ironic was that my favorite colors were a mix of Slytherin and Gryffindor. Once I was done putting away my hair products, nail stuff, and make up away, I started the next box. It was full of clothes and shoes, and when I emptied that box into my closet, it barely filled it. I needed more clothes…

Finally onto the last box, and emptied it out, putting away my school supplies, laptop, iPod and iHome. I got these from America when I had visited, and liked them a lot. I had filled them up with muggle and wizard music.

When I was done, I put the boxes in the corner of my closet, along with my school trunk, and sat down on my bed, looking around my room.

I had to admit, I liked the colors of my room. It wasn't Gryffindor, but it wasn't Slytherin either. It was like good and bad canceled each other out.

Suddenly my skin felt very cold, and I started to shiver. But as fast as it started, it stopped. WHAT WAS THAT?

I looked down at my hands, and gasped. I rushed over to my body-mirror. My glamour charm came off!

I looked myself over, grinning. I wasn't super white, nor super tan, but the middle. My curly, frizzy brown hair was down shiny strait and black. My eyes were now a bluish green, and my nose was straiter. I was taller, and skinnier, and my skin was flawless.

Not to be conceited, but I looked good!

But now my clothes I was wearing were too small.

I walked over to my closet, and found the smallest pair of shorts I had, which barely fit, and did the same with my shirt. I was wearing shorts, a purple tank top, and the same black flats.

I decided to go downstairs to meet my father.

He was right where he aid he would be, sitting on a couch in the foyer, but his back was to me. He hadn't seemed to notice I entered, so I decided to play with him a little bit. I didn't know why I felt so close to someone I had barely known for 4 hours, or had hated my whole life, but I did. He was my father, after all. I tiptoed over to him, and tapped him on the shoulder.

He jumped, whirling around quickly. When he saw me he let out a sigh of relief. "oh, Alana, you scared me."

"That was my point." I said, laughing. I noticed my voice seemed clear, more pretty.

He seemed to notice to, and looked at me smiling. "You look beautiful Alana. Just like your mother."

I looked down. "Thanks."

"Well, lets go eat shall we?" He asked, standing up.

I nodded, a and we walked to the dining room together, and sat down at the big table. My dad looked towards the kitchen door. "Star!"

A house elf quickly walked into the room. "Yes, master?" He squeaked.

"Star, I would like you to meet Alana, my daughter. Alana, this is Star, the top house elf hear. She'll help you with anything you need, I'm sure."

I smiled at her. "Hi Star."

"Hello, Miss Alana, I would be delighted to be of your assistance. It's lovely to meet you. And would you two like dinner served now?" She asked.

"Yes please, Star." Dad said.

She nodded, and walked into the kitchen.

"She seems nice." I said, wanting to see what my father would think.

"Yes, she is delightful company to keep."

"No offence, but I thought you would be cruel to your elves." I admitted.

"Whys that?" he asked curiously.

"well, Harry told me how cruel Lucious Malfoy was to Dobby. Since he is your most loyal follower, I just assumed he learned it from you."

He nodded. "Honestly, I used to be like that. But then I had a goal, and some emotions started to come back to me."

"And your goal was me?"

"Yes, finding you again."

I smiled. "I'm glad I was the reason you changed. I …wouldn't.. really…"

"Want an evil, horrible father?" He said, finishing my sentence, again.

I nodded, looking down.

He chuckled, "how did you know Lucious is my most loyal…follower?" he asked me, wincing at the last word. I felt bad for him.

"Well, since I'm part of the 'Golden Trio', we knew a lot of things…"

"which is why…"

"Harry is able to do a lot of things against you. And well, win.."

He laughed. "I'm kind of glad he hasn't killed me yet."

"Lately, I'm not really so sure I want that to happen…" I said, smiling at him.

He grinned gratefully. Star came in then, carrying two plates of food, and another elf was carrying drinks. "Here, you go Master, Mistress." She said, setting them down in front of us.

"Thank you Star."

We sat eating in silence, a comfortable silence.

"Whats that?" He asked m after a while pointing to my bracelet.

"Oh." I held up my wrist so he could see it better. "It's a birthday present from Ginny Weasley. She gave it to me at the Three Broomsticks today."

"It's very nice. So she is your best friend? Why does her name sound so familiar?" He said, now confused. I put my wrist back down.

"Thanks. And yes she is. And she is the sister of Ron Weasley, Harry's best friend." I explained.

"oh, Yes, I remember now."

I nodded, then looked down.

"Is something wrong Alana?"

"I don't know.." I sighed, looking up at my father. "Do you think they'll understand? Harry, Ron, and Ginny? About me..and you?"

He frowned. "Sorry, Alana. I don't know them well, seeing as my plan for the past 16 years was to..kill him…"

"Now whats your plan?"

"I don't know. Now that I have you I don't want the war to happen. But I just cant take back everything I have done."

"Ya..damn." I muttered.

He laughed. "And about your friends. If they are really your true friends, especially Ginny, then they'll understand. If not, maybe they weren't meant to be your true friends in the first place."

I smiled. "Thanks..Nice little father speech there by the way."

He laughed. "I need to get used to it."

"Ya, me too."

After we finished eating, he had Star take our plates away.

"Now that were done, how would you feels about meeting some of my friends?"

"Friends?" I asked nervously. "As in your…Death Eater friends?"

"If you want to be specific, then yes. But your godparents and Aunt to be exact. Well, she isn't really your aunt, but she was best friends with your mother. They all think of you as family."

"Seriously? But they haven't even met me yet!"

He chuckled. "Yes, well, their just so excited to meet you again. And they already know who you used to be."

"ok.."

We walked into the living room foyer, then into the sitting room. And there on the couch sat..

Lucious, Narcissa, and Draco Malfoy, along with Bellatrix Lestrange.

I stopped walking when I saw them, my face showing shock. Of course, the Malfoys are my godparents!

On their faces was pure happiness smiles, except for Draco, who was smirking, as usual.

"Alana! It really is you! Oh, Tom, she looks so much like you and Maria!" Bellatrix said, standing up and walking over to us. The Malfoys son followed. I was getting more nervous…

"Yes, she does." My father said, putting his hands on my shoulders. Instantly, I relaxed. I took a deep breath. "Hello, Bellatrix." I said calmly.

"Hello Alana! Happy Birthday! Is it alright if I hug you?" She asked, laughing at the end.

"Sure." I said, laughing a little too. If she wasn't going to be awkward, neither was I. I gave her a hug, then felt a little more relaxed.

I let go of her, and looked towards the Malfoys.

"Hello, Lucious, Narcissa…Draco.." I said.

The adults smiled. "Hello, Alana. Happy Birthday. You look amazing." Lucious said first.

"Thanks.."

"Oh, Alana, Happy Birthday dear! You look simply devine!" Narcissa said, giving me a hug to. I hugged her back, feeling even more relaxed.

"Thank you, Narcissa."

"Oh, call me Cissy. Narcissa seems so old!"

I laughed. "Alright, Cissy."

Lucious put his arms around her. "You don't look nor sound old my dear, no worries."

Cissy laughed. She looked at me winking. "Always a pushover this one."

"Draco, say something to Alana." Lucious said.

Draco sighed, and looked at me, smirking. "Alana."

"Draco." It was so weird saying first names..

My father laughed. "Teenagers are so strange."

Lusious laughed too. "Tell me about it. But don't worry tom, you'll get used to it."

This was so weird. We all sounded like a real family.

"well, lets go to the foyer, give these two a chance to talk." Bella said, and they all walked out. As soon as they were gone, I walked right past him and sat in a chair, pulling my legs up to me.

He watched me, then sat in a chair opposite of me. "this is different…" He sighed.

"You think? For once I'm calling you Draco."

"and I'm not calling you Granger, but Alana. A riddle. Such a twist." He said, smirking.

"Yes, im not the mud blood you always thought I was. There goes that nickname." I said sarcastically.

"Yeah, well, if I had known you were a pureblood, I wouldn't have called you that in the first place, now would I?"

"no, I guess not. But you did call me that because that's what you first saw. You didn't care if I was smart or not."

"Look Alana, I'm sorry. Can we please start over? I heard we actually got along when we were little."

I sighed. "Fine, I guess we could try."

I hopee you guys liked it. Sorry for the delay!

-dreamer