Title: ReWrite: The Life of Skyler Riddle
Author: XxPartly CloudyxX
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter series belongs to J.K. Rowling, so do all recognizable characters. The views and beliefs displayed on this fanfiction may or may not be those of my own. If you are offended, you have my apologies. I do however own Skyler Riddle.
Warnings: Minor cussing through out the story.
I am so sorry I am late! I got strep throat, missed three days of school and only just remembered that I still needed to work on this chapter! I hope you guys like it!
Chapter III: Explanations
Lord Voldemort was sitting in a very nice, very expensive looking chair. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy were too, but Skyler's eyes were drawn to the man who looked so much like her. She could see it now. She had his eyes, and his cheekbones, though you couldn't really tell with her scar, and, if she remembered correctly, his smirk. Voldemort's eyes locked onto Skyler's, as she was led towards him by the hand, Draco leading her. Draco squeezed her hand before letting go. He stood straight as he addressed a well-dressed blonde couple;
"Father," he nodded at Mr. Malfoy, "Mother," a fond smile barely touched his lips.
The Dark Lord raised a single hand and motioned for the Malfoys' to leave the room. As they did Skyler felt a twinge of fear, Draco was leaving with them. Just as he said he would. The door closed behind blonde family, and Voldemort turned to Skyler. She expected him to say something demanding, or scathing. As that was what Skyler was used to, but all he said was:
"What is your name?" Skyler could see the curiosity raging in his eyes.
"What is yours?" She smirked as she said it. Skyler wanted to see how far this… niceness would go, before he snapped. Just like everybody else.
Voldemort sighed, "Fine," he said. Eyeing her closely, "I will go first then. Sit." The last was a demand. Skyler smirked, his patience was thinning. Despite her testing, she did as she was told.
Skyler was perplexed when the man gave her an amused smile. 'Did he realize what she was up to?'
"My birth name was Tom Marvolo Riddle," he started after a minute, "I too grew up in an orphanage," He glanced at her, his eyes trailing down her face to her neck, then they darted around to all of the hurts covering Skyler's body. "I was not treated well. I was… neglected. In all of the worst possible ways. We," Tom glanced at the girl he was already so fond of, "me, you, and everybody else you will meet here, are Wizards and Witches. We are a part of the Wizarding World. As I am sure you already know, the strange things we are able to do confuse and terrify muggl-," Voldemort switched words after seeing the confused look on his daughters face, "Non-magical people. That fear turns into a jealous rage, which fuels their beatings." Voldemort looked Skyler in the eyes as he continued searching for any emotion, but her eyes showed nothing. "Once I went to school, I looked around me and realized that the Wizarding World was… pathetic. I made the decision to change that. I decided to get rid of all the non-magical people in the world, and all of their spawn who were just as bad as they were. Thinking they were better, brighter than the real witches and wizards. When in all actuality they had little to no magic. I wanted to cleanse the world of those people. I wanted to save the wizardly children from all of the possible beating they would have to endure." Skyler's eyes were shining. The hope was back and tossing and turning inside of her heart.
"But one man named Dumbledore," the name was hissed, "did not and does not agree with me. Him and one of his hand-made minions try to stop me. They try to kill me on a weekly basis. This boy is a few years older than you. He is young Draco's age. His name is Harry Potter. His mother was one of the people I was telling you about. She believed herself to be the best of all witches. When I got rid of her, her husband, a pure-blooded wizard, fought against me. I knew that Harry Potter was a threat to my desire for a cleansed world, that was why I was there that night. Dumbledore already had his… claws, if you will, sunk into the boy. But I failed to rid the world of him. Instead the spell I cast on him backfired and hit me. My body was never found because I was able to give myself some extra time just incase. I roamed around, watching my followers and continuing my cause. You were conceived during that time. I am afraid I don't know who your mother was. Anyway, I spent my time drawing up a plan. I got my body back only a few months ago.
"Believe me when I tell you, you are my daughter. You are the only living heiress to the Riddle and Gaunt lines; and now you are also the heiress to the Slytherin line. Whether or not you agree to stay with me," Skyler got and indignant look on her face. 'Where is he going with this?' "You will not be going back to that orphanage. You will be staying here."
Skyler closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This man, her own father was taking away her freedom. She felt rage and sorrow bubbling and rumbling through he veins. Paintings and portraits shook on the walls. Glass artifacts all around the room were clanking together loudly. Skyler knew she was losing it. 'He wasn't supposed to be like this! He was supposed to be how I imagined a parent to be,' Skyler raged in her head. She suddenly felt hands on her shoulders, and arms wrapping awkwardly around her.
The Dark Lord watched his daughter fall apart in front of him. He realized what he said, but it needed to be said. He wrapped his arms around her hesitantly, and pulled her to his chest, his chin resting on her head.
The shaking objects around the room gradually stopped as Skyler relaxed in her fathers arms. Skyler didn't know why, but she trusted this man all the sudden. Her father would protect her. She looked up at him, and took a deep breath. A shy, timid half-smile came to her face.
"Okay," she said quietly. "My name is Skyler Riddle." A pleased sort of smile came to her fathers face. "I am nine years old. I grew up in an… abusive orphanage, as you know. I was told my name, and that my mother was so disgusted by me that she killed herself shortly after dropping me off. People don't like me very much, my," she paused, "our eyes scare them." She looked up at his face as she said this and smiled. She could do this. "I think that is it really. Unless there is something in particular you wanted to know…?"
The Dark Lord looked so pleased, that Skyler had to giggle. And once she started, she couldn't stop. Her giggles quickly turned into hysterical laughter; and in her moment of insanity. Skyler reached out and hugged her father. She froze at first, but relaxed when he gave a weird half-chuckle and hugged her back.
"You will need to stay a secret from Dumbledore and his minions. They would take you away from me if given the slightest opening." The words were whispered in Skyler's ear. "And to lose you to Dumbledore, after just getting you, would kill me."
Tears came into Skyler's eyes. 'So this is what it feels like to be loved,' she thought contentedly. The Dark Lord pulled away and looked at his daughter, real love in his eyes; and for the very first time out of a million times, his eyes matched his daughters perfectly.
This was the beginning of their new life together. Neither knew how long it would last, but they would cherish their relationship as long as they could.
I hope you guys enjoyed it! Happy Late Friday! Reviews are appreciated. (if I haven't replied to your review for the last chapter I am still working on it;)
Love you guys, Ta-ta for now
PC ^-^
