OH MY GOSH! Yeah, so it's only been about 6 months since I updated. I'm proud to say that after moving into Senior School, I have recovered enough and have an amount of homework small enough to UPDATE THIS STORY. You will also notice that the blurb has changed. This is due to the fact that I had my birthday and now I am TWELVE so I changed it to be a bit better. ANYWAY, ONWARDS MY FRIENDS.

Chapter e-eleven!

***Harmony's POV*** (A/N: I wrote most of this in December, but I just finished it.)

She couldn't be believed! I couldn't let her be. The paralysing spell effects had worn off by now. "Where's the proof, sister dear?" I looked around at the crowd. I then spoke to them. "I demand you see reason! This girl has been out to get me ever since the house change! She went from being my bestest -excuse my immature language- friend, to an awfully competitive enemy! All because she doesn't like my house! And it's not fair that I should be given that label of distrust and cruelty because the rest of my house does! You don't know-there are some really lovely Slytherins in this school," I looked at my secret friend Blaise Zabini, one of the nicest Slytherins in existence. "But you don't know about them because you don't give them a chance to show you their personalities! How would you like to be treated like that, like a dirty, rotten snitch filled with only cruel thoughts, when really you just want to help others? This is how I feel and I am sick of it. Sick of being avoided and targeted with rude comments because my house has that reputation. This needs to stop! It is an absolutely terrible feeling." I was standing at the front centre point of the stage and was saying my speech confidently to everyone at the Yule Ball. By now they'd all realised that no one was attacking them. (A/N look back a couple of chapters at chapter nine and at the ending if you're confused). I breathed, making a deliberate pause. "Who says you-know-who even has a daughter? Or son? There is no proof, and for your information, this tattoo happens to be of a hippogriff! She edited it with the camera to show my tattoo as something different!" I flicked my shoulder over grabbed the camera from Mia and pointed it in the tattoo's direction. Sure enough, on the screen, a picture of a hippogriff was visible, not the Riddle crest. I was too engrossed in what I was doing to notice Mia's sly footsteps behind me. I turned around just as her fist came flying in the same direction, and she knocked me out cold. But she had no chance in undoing the tattoo's new concealment charm-only the producer could, AKA me.

I woke on the stage a few seconds later, and Mia had only walked to the front of the stage. I pretended I was still unconscious. "Voldemort's daughter is this girl!" she cried loudly, then ran off the stage to the-boy-who-just-wouldn't-die-already, who hugged her comfortingly. I knew she had cursed me when I felt myself being knocked into unconsciousness again by an invisible mullet.

***Mia's POV***

Malfoy and Zabini and Nott ran to the stage to their precious Riddle heir. Zabini lifted her top half carefully and Nott did the same for her bottom half, while Malfoy charged towards Harry and I, fury and worry etched into his features, as if drawn on in permanent marker. He could hardy speak, he was so infuriated. "Keep away from her, skunk. Just…stay…away!" He then ran back to his friends and helped the carry Riddle jr. to the hospital wing. He called me a skunk. A SKUNK!

***Harmony's POV***

I woke with a headache to see Draco sitting next to me, holding one of my hands and rubbing soothing circles on it. I thought it was more to sooth him, since I was sleeping. He hadn't noticed I was awake, and I wanted that to change.

"Draco," I croaked, surprised at my own lack of proper speech abilities. He looked down at me and smiled wearily.

***Mia's POV***

I sat down at the desk in front of me, waiting for Potions to start. We were going to be getting new partners for a project- making a potion of you and your partner's choice. It also came with an essay. The only problem was that we were to be partnered with someone from the other house. And hurrah, Potions just happens to be the one class we share with Slytherins.

I was seated next to Luna Lovegood and Snape walked briskly past us. I looked over at Malfoy and his friends. Messing about as usual. Oh well, at least they'd be better than her. And speaking of the devil, I couldn't see her. She had well recovered from my amazing spell that was supposed to last a few weeks, with a hidden counter-curse, but obviously the curse had already been used as Madam Pomfrey had used the counter-curse to prevent my amazingness get any more amazing.

Speak of the devil and the devil shall come; she walked into the classroom just as Snape reached the front and slid into a seat-like she had been there the past few minutes like everyone else.

"Straight to it." Snape said simply, his icy voice penetrating every small spore of warmth-ishness in the room. Everyone leaned forwards a little to hear their partners.

"Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood." He said. Luna got up to sit next to him. I felt sorry for her. "Mia Slytherin, Eloise Slytherin." Far out. I just had to be partnered to her. I didn't listen to any more of what Snape said, because I was too angry to pay attention. Little Miss I'm-so-perfect-'cause-Voldie's-my-dad sat next to me, an eerie smile on her face. Great. This was going to be one hell of a project.

***Harmony's POV***

"Mia Slytherin, Eloise Slytherin." Oh yeah. What good luck. Well, at least I got someone who will actually let me do an interesting potion, not some beginner who can hardly to basic potions. I walked over to her table and sat down next to her little glare and smiled as strangely as I could back to her.

I wanted her to forget this thing with me being who I was. I wanted to set someone up and make her remember how it used to be-how my Muggle self would usually act. I wanted her to be tricked into thinking I was really her sister and that she had been accusing me of something fake, so she would be sorry and would welcome me back with open arms. And all I had to do was convince her to make a mind-controlling potion.

It would give the person who gave it to the drinker a moment to think in their mind what they wanted the drinker to believe, and forever more, they would believe so. Nothing could possible change their mind. I had researched this potion a lot, and there was no known cure. But it had never been used for bad before, so there was no need for it.

***Mia's POV***

She asked to make a mind-controlling potion. It was the highest grading potions-if we got it right we would be the top pair in Slytherin and Ravenclaw-the whole 4th year ranking if no one in Gryffindor and Hufflepuff did it. For once, I hoped Hermione Granger got a really bad partner.

I, of course, said yes to Riddle's suggestion. This could get us higher than HERMIONE GRANGER!

It was time to test our potions. Three weeks after our project was given, it was ending. And to be honest, I actually kind of enjoyed working with Riddle. Our essays were already handed in.

She was to test it on me first, Snape's orders. She drank a vial of it, then stared into my eyes. I felt drowsy, and everything went black for a second. Then images started playing.

It was of Voldemort himself, and Death Eaters forcing her down with curses. He was saying that now she was Slytherin she must become a Death Eater. He was using some dark curses to burn the Dark Mark to her skin and she was screaming, crying, even.

(A/N: this is where I started in 2013.) "You will act like you are pretending to not be my daughter when you actually are, even though you may not want to. You will act as my spy and I will take nothing else. Understood?"

"B-but…" She was cut off by the yell of the Cruciatus Curse and screamed so loudly I had to clasp my hands over my ears.

A new scene unfolded. Voldemort stood in front of (A/N: lol just wondered to myself: since when was I called Harmony? And had to read half my story to remember) Harmony, glaring down at her. It must have been recently, because she was in her Emerald dress, torn and wrecked. Her hair was all messed up and her eyes glistened in the moonlight coming through a large window. She was sitting on the window seat, tears slowly journeying down her face.

"You failed me. Again. This is the final time, Harmony." Voldemort spoke cruelly, like a cold, sharp stone scraping against my neck. He left quickly, and Harmony buried her head in her hands, sobbing hysterically. Her hair fell out, but she didn't care. A time lapse of the memory played, showing very fast crying. It lasted for a few minutes, meaning she would have sat there crying for hours.

"This is the truth. There are no charms. Help me. You must not tell anyone of this, or V-Voldemort will kill me. Help." Harmony's voice pleaded, then I felt a strange sensation, and opened my eyes.

I was back in the real world. Harmony was standing in front of me, showing me a nervous, sad and slightly embarrassed smile.

"Excellent work, girls." Snape's icy voice said, showing no emotion or pride. "Now, you try it on her, Mia."

I drank the potion, knowing exactly what I was going to show her. I fixed my gaze on her, and she flinched slightly. I played the most important memory of my life to her first.