Hey guys, I'm back, again after a bit too long of a wait. I love people who review, even if it's only one review. I hate people who read but don't review… it breaks my heart. Also, if you wanted to know what inspires me… I want to tell you, but won't waste your time if you don't want to hear it, but review or PM me and I'll either PM you or if you're on guest then I'll say that it is "for you". Also, I have to thank a school friend for the inspiration for this long-awaited chapter. The inspiring thing? "Jelly beans are my life." But anyway, onward! I now bring you…

Chappie 12! TWELVE!

***Mia's POV***

"Jelly beans are my life."

"What?" I asked.

"Jelly beans are my life." Ron repeated.

"That's nice..." I replied, unsure of what he was really doing.

"Weasley, get to work." Snape ordered, and his hand shoved Ron's head.

Ron got back to his essay, and started whispering to Harry about the Yule Ball. Ron had no one to go with, poor thing. That was one thing I hadn't told the others about, though they bugged me about it constantly.

"Mia!" Ron groaned in my ear. "Who am I going with?" I smirked to myself. I immediately stopped when I realised what I was doing.

"Not telling." I said, face blank.

"Mia! Just tell us already!" Hermione said gruffly, finishing her essay up. She gave it to Snape and sat back down to organise her things before leaving.

"Fine. But only yours…you're angry. Harry, Ron, don't make any fuss. But in the books, 'Mione, you went with…Viktor Krum." Hermione smiled, and strode out of the room happily.

"Jelly beans are my life, still. But now, more than ever." Ron growled and shoved his essay into Snape's hands, grabbed his stuff, and stalked out of the room. I really wanted to slap my face and whisper 'facepalm', but it was something Riddle junior said. Hang on…how did I know that? Riddle junior? I thought back a while, and memories came back to me. I smirked, but stopped quickly. I grinned widely.

"Mia? What's so good?" I looked at Harry, still grinning.

"I know Voldemort's most important and well-kept secret. And I'm telling Dumbledore." Then I left to tell little Miss Riddle my plan.

Dumbledore waited till I'd finished my story, then dismissed me. I left to go and see when the next Hogsmeade visit was, so I could get my dress and get dad to put a special charm on it. A charm to get back at Mia. And I saw her just as I was thinking up the charm.

"Hey, sister. What's up?" I said casually. I really wanted to get her friendship back so I could get into Potter's plans. Since Mia had told him what his plans were, and I then got the Dark Mark so she was certain I would blab them to other Death Eaters, she made him change the plans, so I had no idea of them. And I needed to know them.

She scowled as hard as her face would let her, and I swore her muscles were totally worn out in three seconds' time. "None of your business, Riddle." I stopped smiling. I stopped blinking. I stopped breathing.

I was going to be in so much trouble.

***Ages Later, at the Yule Ball***Mia's POV***

I smoothed over my dress with my extremely sweaty hands. I was nervous. Would Harry like my dress? And I knew I had to dance first with him, but I let him be told like in the books. He had no idea, and I liked it that way.

My dress was a bright blue to match my eyes and it stopped just above my knees. It was simple-no pattern or design. I loved it.

I finally walked down the stairs of Ravenclaw tower and peeked outside the common room. Harry and Ron were waiting there-Ron for Luna, Harry for me. Harry was wearing the same dress robes as described in the books, and Ron's were exact as to my imagination.

I wanted to run down to Harry but it would be silly and ruin the moment. 'Who cares?' I thought, and ran straight towards him, blue heels clacking as I went.

For a moment I forgot about the Riddles, and that I was meant to tell him that night. I forgot about the curses that followed me telling the youngest one that I would tell Dumbledore. I didn't, in case that girl did anything worse. But I was going to tell Harry.

Luna came down after me, and the four of us walked towards the great hall. Viktor Krum was standing down the steps and was waiting for Hermione. I silently thought good wishes for her, knowing Ron.

The first half of the ball was just dancing with Harry at the start, then sitting down lazily and eating crackers with dip. Harry went to get us a drink each and I was about to close my eyes when punch made contact with my body. Not just a bit, though. About half of the huge bowl of punch. I then heard laughter and I screamed with rage.

My dress was surely ruined. It was completely and utterly coated with punch and it was read punch-the punch that stains within a millisecond.

***Eloise's POV***

She screamed with rage but I still laughed. Oh god, she was still going to be fun. She opened her eyes and looked at me. I had made it look innocent to all watching.

"I'm sorry, Mia! Little slip over this spilt punch and my arm went a-waving! I'm sorry for laughing-I really am. I couldn't help it. Soz, sister!"

She pulled out her wand, still covered in the red liquid, and said something I wasn't quick enough to block. She paralysed my entire body and she asked Ron to carry me to the stage-everyone had stopped what they were doing and were watching the scene.

She came up on stage after Ron had stood me against a wall and she made a screen appear. She also made a little camera appear, and filmed with it, so it came up on the screen. She lifted my sleeve and showed the whole hall my Dark Mark. She also started talking.

"There has been rumours from Professor Snape that Voldemort," –people cringed- "has a daughter. A daughter with a certain tattoo on her right shoulder, hidden with a concealment charm. Am I correct, Professor?"

"You are correct, Miss Slytherin."

"And correct me if I'm wrong professor, but it is a tattoo of a snake coiling around an 'R'- the Riddle crest?"

"No correction needed."

She turned me around, and ripped off the right sleeve of my dress. It was worth a few hundred galleons-darkish green and floor length. Emerald clasps at the back and emeralds around the waist and at the bottom of the dress, actual emeralds. It had long sleeves, with emeralds at the wrist. And she ripped off a shoulder, where there happened to be emeralds around the neck, so she ripped three off. I wanted to hex her badly, and I wanted to do it well. But I was still paralysed.

I could see that Draco and his friends were looking worried for me. But what Death Eater wouldn't be worried for their lord's daughter? I tried to look at them as if saying 'no' but I was pretty sure I failed.

Mia (A/N just randomly, I'm listening to My Heart Will Go On from Titanic) showed the audience my tattoo. I heard her gasp happily, and I saw a triumphant smirk on her face that she immediately wiped off, remembering Draco's infamous 'thing'. I guessed she was surprised I didn't have my tattoo covered with a spell.

"And there it is, students. The daughter of Lord Voldemort!" She called me an it. She was going to really get it when this little performance was over. I snarled at her.