AN this is a flashback
1993
I walked into the meager living space I shared with my followers and I stared into the cottages only mirror. I am tall, slender and young with icy blue eyes. My luminous red lips are perfectly complimented by my high cheekbones and long sleek black hair. I am related to the old dark lord my the way of Marvolo Gaunt. He had a cousin who lived in a hidden mountain range. There I grew up, training for the day that I would be recognized as the one and only heir to lord Voldemort. Just like my cousin surrounds him with his men, I am surrounded by my female followers.
"Are you ready, my lady?" one asked. I was not. Being only 18 I was daunted with the task ahead, today was the day that I would reveal my identity to the dark lord.
"Do not worry, my lady, I'm sure he'll accept you as family" she reassured me. How wrong she was.