DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. I only own the OC's.
Ch 2 the Father
"You should write my last name and get him jealous." Draco suggested but I ignored him. After then we grew closer and closer. I actually began to have feelings for him and he said he felt the same. A week later when I was down on my knees scrubbing the floor Master Lucius walked in with some strange man I've never seen before. I looked up at the man who was staring at me from under the jet black hooded robe, he was wearing. The man said "Happy Birthday Calista."
I stood up and asked "How do you know my name."
Lucius slapped me on the face and said "Do not speak unless spoken to." The man, who Lucius called milord, told him "Don't hit her anymore." Draco came down without looking at his father and the man next to him. He smirked then informed me that
"Potter replied to your owl." Luscious scowled at Draco for not noticing the guest. Then the man said "Your name isn't Calista Cylee (KI-lee) Cunningham, the name your supposed to have is Calista Cylee Cunningham-Riddle."
"May I?" I asked referring to talking.
"Yes." He replied.
"How do you know more about me than me?" I asked.
"Because my real name is Thomas Riddle and your mother's name is Isabelle Caitlyn Cunningham." He stated.
"How…." I couldn't speak.
"Your mother and I were in love at Hogwarts. She got pregnant, and I turned into Lord Voldermort. We decided I couldn't take care of a child, so I left. Now I want to make up for it." He said simply.
"You could've sent a letter; or at least visited and tried to see me at least once." I screamed.
"I did try and I sent a ton of letters but gave up. I sent gifts for you for Christmas and your birthday." He said smoothly.
"I never got any." I retorted.
"About six or seven years ago, I sent you a broom." He said.
"The Deluxe Broom 360?" I asked.
"Yeah you got it?" He asked.
"Yes but from Luke mom's boyfriend." I answered.
"Do you like him?" He asked.
"He's all right but I haven't seen him or mom in like three years." I sighed.
"Why?" He asked intrigued.
"Death eaters kidnapped me. Now I'm a slave." I answered.
"You'll never have to be a slave again, pack your things up. You'll stay with me." He said and turned around toward Lucius.
"Callie would you like to read the letter "he" sent you." Draco asked.
"Of course lets go up stairs and you can read it to me while I pack." I answered.
'Dear Callie,
I thought you were dead. I sent tons of letters but I guess your mother received them. You're a slave at the Malfoy Mansion! I am coming to get you. I'll be there the 1st of February, Your birthday. As soon as possible. I love you too. I'm so glad you are alive.
Love,
Harry Potter (The one who survived!!!)'
This day can't get any better. Your boyfriend is your fathers enemy and they are both going to be here. As I rushed downstairs, I saw a puff of green smoke. Floo Powder! "Oh, My God he's here." I said aloud on mistake, worriedly.
"Calista who's here?" my father said.
"CALLIE!" Harry shouted.
"HARRY! I've missed you so much." I almost cried.
"I thought you were dead." He exclaimed.
"HOW DO YOU KNOW HARRY POTTER?" My fathers voice boomed.
"I'm her boyfriend how do you know him." Harry sneered.
"I'm her father; get away from him it's time for us to go." My father said.
Harry grabbed my hand and thought of Hogwarts. Then we left Voldermort, Lucius and Draco behind and went there. I talked to Dumbledore and he explained to me how Voldermort is my biological father. Then I went to my mothers. I appeared and I saw her crying on the couch hugging my favorite stuffed beard I named Tally. She was sitting next to Luke who was holding a photo album. I happily yelled "MOM" and ran over. I started to cry myself.
"Callie, where have you been?" She asked worriedly.
"I was kidnapped, and then I was turned into a slave. Why didn't you tell me who my father was and that he wanted to meet me?" I said realizing I was mad at her.
"I didn't want you to be hurt." She sobbed.
"He wants me." I said.
As I said that, he appeared. "Now Calista, hasn't your mother taught you it's rude to, apperate when someone's talking to you? Especially your father." He gave me a look that said 'never do that EVER again'.
