Summary: Tom Riddle had one daughter. Just one. But he never knew that she existed. Lela knew that her love for Tom would not save him from the downward spiral to evil. This is why she took her only daughter to grow up with Harry Potter. He could keep her safe

Disclaimer: You guys know I don't own Harry Potter because if I did Ginny and Harry and Ron and Hermione would never have ended up together. But sadly I don't so I can only right about it on line.

Note: I have changed Jonathan's house from Slytherin to Ravenclaw -_-

'Thinking'

Someone reading something

Memory

Riddles

Chapter Seven: Slytherins are buttheads

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My eyes contacted with Harry's from across the room and I knew that horrified look on his face matched my own. Most people thought that it was because I was in Slytherin house but I didn't care about what stupid house I was put in. The fact was this would be the first time that Harry and I slept apart. I mean for over ten years we have slept in the same bed yelling at each other not to hog the blanket and "your feet stink!". There would be no more of it and I was horrified.

"Yo, stop making go-go eyes with Potter, it hurts Slytherin's reputation." Turning my head to my right I met the gaze that of a tall, buck-toothed, grey eyed firth year. I glared at him. Didn't he know to mind his own business? I watched him, amused as he flinched under my gaze.

"Mind your own business." I turned back to my meal. No one talked to me; no one even glanced in my direction. I felt lonely. More lonely then I had in a long time.

"You should really eat something." I looked up and met a pair of stormy blue-gray eyes (what is it with Slytherin's and gray eyes?). I knew them from somewhere but where.

"I'm sorry?"

"You don't remember me do you?" I looked at him closely. Blonde hair, blue-gray eyes, perfect straight teeth, but it was the cocky, self-assured smirk that triggered my memory.

"Draco." The boy grinned taking my hand and brushing his lips over my knuckles.

"Really, what's with that hand kissing thing?" I asked whipping my hand on my robes.

"The proper way to treat a lady." He flashed a smirk. "I had a feeling that you would be in Slytherin. You had that dark look in you're eyes. Like you were always planning something." I shrugged and took a bite of mash-potatoes.

"'Cause I usually am." Draco chuckled. I sighed and leaned my head on that table. "This is going to be horrible."

"And why do you say that?"

"I'm actually being separated from Harry. We've never been separated." A looked flashed across Draco's face. "Something wrong?" Draco looked at me.

"No." He was lying. I could tell.

"Come on…what is it?"

"It's nothing."

"You're lying." His glare locked with mine and we stared each other down. I had to admit, he was a lot better then Harry was at the whole glare thing. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever." Draco shook his head.

"What's going on between you and Potter?" I looked only to lock eyes with a pug-faced girl with a stuck up nose. "Are you two dating or something?"

"Absolutely not!" Draco let out a snort of laughter as my voice rang through the hall. "That's just disgusting. To even suggest it." I felt my body shiver at the thought of dating Harry. It just didn't seem right. "We grew up together." I said looking over to where Harry had stricken up a conversation with a red haired boy. "He's like an older brother really."

"Oh… that's good." The pug-girl said.

"Why's that?"

"You don't know? Hmm…obviously not." She laughed. "There's already a Harry Potter fan club. A good portion of the girls in school have already joined." I couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, the last thing he needs is an idiotic club to inflate his ego." I shook my head with a grin. "I'm Carina, by the way." I smiled at the pug girl.

"Pansy, a pleasure to met you. So what do you think about that boy over there at Ravenclaw table? I think his name is Terry Boot. Quite handsome if you ask me." I giggled.

Draco sighed and shook his head. "Girls are weird."

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The Slytherin prefects lead us quickly though Hogwarts Castle quickly. On the way the pointed out different statues and pictures. I didn't really pay much attention. Pansy was going on about her family and whatnot. One thing that I have learned about Pansy Parkinson in the last two hours was that she liked to talk about three main things: herself, boys, and herself.

I looked over my shoulder to where Draco stood between two brutes. He had explained to me earlier that they were actually there as his 'bodyguards' of sorts. "It was father's idea." Draco had said before leaning closer to whisper. "Though I can't really stand them. Their skulls are as thick as tree trunks and they have a vocabulary similar to that of an infant." I enjoyed Draco's company. He was funny and smart, though on the down side he was an idiotic pureblood bigot. Just like my father had been…and my father wasn't even a pureblood!

"This is the entrance to the common room." The female prefect, Angelina, said gesturing to the picture of a snake charmer.

"Password." The portrait asked.

"Pureblood." The male, Alex, answered. I rolled my eyes. As if the wasn't an obvious password. Everyone followed the prefects into the room of green and silver. It was dark and cold…representing everything a Slytherin was supposed to be. "Okay everyone file in." The common room was practically empty. Most of the older students were either out roaming the halls or they were in their rooms unpacking. "Up the stairs and to the right you will find the boys' dormitory. To the left is the girls'." He gestured to the staircases toward the back of the rooms. "Under no circumstances are boys allowed in girls' dormitory and vice-versa. Now I leave you here. If any one of you need anything feel free to ask Angelina or myself." With those last few words the first years dispersed throughout the common room.

"Come on." Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy followed Draco to the silky green couch and I soon found myself standing alone in the center of the room as other talked about summers and friends.

"I feel rather out of place here, don't you?" The silky smooth voice startled me and I turned to my right to find a raven haired boy staring at the clusters of Slytherins laughing and talking. "Never truly thought I would end up here. My father always threatened that if I didn't end up a Slytherin that he didn't know what he would do. The whole pure-blood thing I'm guessing. But I kinda figured with my mother's intelligence that I was destined to be a Ravenclaw. I'm Theodore, by the way. Theodore Nott." I smiled and said the name a few time.

"Theodore. Theodore. Theodore Nott. Hmm…it doesn't sound right to me. How about Theo?"

"Interesting. May I be so bold as to ask your name?" His blue eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Carina. Carina Riddle." I chuckled when I saw his face twist in concentration.

"That doesn't sound right." He shot me a playful smile. "How about this; I'll allow you to call me Theo if you allow me to call you Cara."

"You strike a hard bargain Mr. Nott, but I am honored." He laughed. I watched him closely. His smile seemed so familiar.

"Ah, finally someone worthy to call a friend." I shook my head but stopped when I saw something in the corner.

"What's that?" Theo followed my gaze to the dusty old piano in the corner.

"Rumor has it that Salazar Slytherin used to play piano. It's said that that one over there belonged to him. It truly is magnificent. Though many do not believe so. No one's really played it in about a hundred years or so. Slytherins aren't really ones for music."

"This one is." I gleefully bounced over to the piano and dusted it off. "It's beautiful."

"It is." Theo whispered quietly while running a finger over the glassy smooth surface. "My aunt, before she disappeared, used to play for me as a child. It was always sad lullabies. They always made me cry." I listened to him as I took my seat on the bench and ran my hand along the keys. I pressed on down. The magical sound rang though the common room. Everyone looked over to us. "Scoot." Theo took a seat beside me on the bench. Placing his hands on the upper half of the keyboard he began the play a bitter sweet melody.

I knew it. Quite well actually. Placing my hand on the lower half I began to play along.

I closed my eyes, allowing my heart to guide my fingers. We played the lullaby perfectly. The common room was silent as the Slytherin listened. As our lullaby came to an end I opened my eyes and smiled a Theo. This was a good start to a rather interesting year.

Sorry it took me so long to update. My computer crashed and I lost practically everything. Sorry again! (: