Welcome to the second installation of my autobiography. I'll keep these short from here on out, because there is little to say other than the atrocities that I committed. This year was one of my worst crimes. For I had merely thought last year was bad… this year took the cake.

"Mr. Malfoy, I – uh – have some business to discuss with you." I said awkwardly, standing in the door.

Lucius Malfoy, my friend Draco's dad, raised an eyebrow. He placed the book he was holding down onto the table in front of him and gestured to a seat.

I shook my head, debating with myself on how I should word what needed to be done. At the end of my first year at Hogwarts, after a lot of time getting to know and helping the darkest wizard of all time — my dad — he wanted me to ask Mr. Malfoy to do something. What it would do, I was not sure of yet, but having him do it was my only option if I wanted to stay on his good side.

"This is sort of awkward for me… you mustn't tell anyone I've told you to do this, or why you're doing it." I said.

He cleared his throat, slightly confused. "I give you my word that I won't tell anyone about this. Now, what is it?"

This was nerve-wrecking, that I was actually following through with what my dad asked me to do again. Will I ever have a regular year at Hogwarts? … As regular as it can be for wizarding school, anyway?

"My dad, the Dark Lord, asked about the diary he entrusted you with."

His eyes widened. I had ended that sentence with much more confidence than I did starting it off. I felt incredulous, myself, but I kept my emotions under control - as per usual - to begin the facade.

He stuttered a bit. "T-the Dark Lord's still alive? After what happened at the school with the Potter boy?"

"But of course," I said simplistically. "Now, the diary?"

He quickly went into one of his drawers, rummaging through and taking it out. I could see it was old, about fifty years considering the slightly faded year on the cover.

"I don't know what he wants this for, it's all blank except for the inside which says T. M. Riddle… the Dark Lord's real name." Mr. Malfoy said nervously.

I was taken aback; he was scared of me now! I hadn't exactly expected that, he still knew more spells than I did. I merely nodded.

"I should've realized when I first saw you with Orele last year. You have his face and his last name… I had almost forgotten how close she and the Dark Lord had been. Even so, no one would have expected you."

Orele is my mom. The previous year when I had gotten my schoolbooks it was the first time I had ever met Draco, in Madam Malkins' shop where I got my school robes. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy were there and interacted with my mom a short bit while Draco and I got fitted.

Mom's maiden name was Ollivander, so she was the daughter of the best wandmaker and seller in Diagon Alley where young wizards buy school supplies. We live with him now, as well as grandma and Uncle Gerald.

"I'm here to tell you what he wants you to do with it. Though you and I don't know it, it holds a surprise he wants to be placed into the school… what he wants you to do is find a way to get it into the school." I said, watching the diary warily, wondering what secrets it held.

"All right…" he said, "Did he give you an idea about what would happen?"

I shook my head, "Never said a word."

"When he gave to me, he had said that when unleashed at Hogwarts what is inside will go after all the Mudblood filth within… and, hopefully, take them all out before the end of the year." Mr. Malfoy said to me in little more than a whisper, and with a smile on his face.

I smiled, too, with the best evil smile I could muster for him. "Perfect."

"If that is all, you can go back to your friends now, Melody." Mr. Malfoy said. But, just as I was going out the door, he had to ask a question. "Wait – when you say I can't tell anyone about this, or even talk about this… that means I can't tell any other Death Eaters, my wife, my son, or anyone?"

Death Eaters were what dad called his followers. The question was if all of them could be trusted when only a few had ended up in Azkaban for still following his principles.

"No one close, and no one you're not close to." I said decisively. "Not even my mom knows about this. Just you, me, and my dad."

Mr. Malfoy paled.

"He trusts you Mr. Malfoy, best to follow instructions as they are." I said.

I left the room and closed the office door behind me, accompanied by an "Eek!" from an unknown source. I looked down to see bulging green eyes staring back at me, the size of tennis balls. As well as large, bat-like ears, and wearing what seemed to be an old pillowcase… Malfoy Manor's house-elf, Dobby.

I had learned about house-elves just that day as I came to visit Draco for the first time. They were the slaves of the wizarding world.

The house-elf hit itself upside the head nonstop until it was satisfied that it had punished itself. This was something Draco said that they told the house elf to do whenever he did something wrong, so he would learn better without having to wait to be caught in act. I felt it was inhumane.

"Dobby didn't mean to eavesdrop on the conversation between his master and the Dark Lord's daughter! He couldn't help himself…"

I hushed him just as an idea popped into my mind. I quietly said, "Follow me."

Dobby the house elf followed obediently, though I was not one of his masters. I hid with him in one corner of the house where Draco said no one went. I whispered to Dobby quietly, and made sure he knew to be silent.

"Can you do something for me?" I asked.

"Anything missus wants!"

"I feel like it's not fair to ask this of you, considering your masters must not know I've asked you to do this. However, do you know about Harry Potter?"

"All house-elves know about him. Young Master Malfoy hates him miserably, and everyone knows why he's famous in the wizarding world –" Dobby cut himself off, knowing who he was talking to.

"It's fine, yes, he's well known for the downfall of my dad… and I know that book is dangerous, the one I talked to Mr. Malfoy about. Now, what I want you to do is do everything in your power to keep Harry Potter from going to school this year. If it's something from my dad, then whatever it is will also be going after him. It'll be too dangerous for him…" I said.

Dobby looked shocked. "It will be an honor to keep Harry Potter safe! Oh, the daughter of the Dark Lord has a kinder heart than Dobby thought!"

"I was there last year when Harry Potter was almost killed, and I believe that he shouldn't be. I want to be able to keep him safe even though I'm letting a danger enter the school." I said softly.

"Dobby will do it! Yes, yes, he will! He accepts!"

"Great!" I said excitedly. "All right, you can go now."

"Yes, daughter of the Dark Lord, I shall follow through with it!"

Dobby was ready to leave when I stopped him to say, "You can just call me Melody… 'daughter of the Dark Lord' is a little extreme, especially when I'm around my friends. They aren't supposed to know."

He vigorously nodded and, before he left, said, "Anything Melody Riddle, anything."

I went out to Draco's small Quidditch field where all my friends were up in the air. I took a free broomstick, mounted it, and kicked off from the ground, soaring into the air. Draco, Greg, Vincent, and Becky were there, now playing a game of trying to knock each other off of their broomsticks.

I had two other friends, not part of our Slytherin group… Addy was a Hufflepuff, and was long time friends with Becky before me.… Lately, we barely saw her. My secret friend was a Gryffindor, the House that was Slytherin's worst enemy. Her name was Hermione, and she was also what Draco would call a Mudblood, but what other good wizards would call a Muggle-born witch.

A Muggle was a term for a non-magical being, a basic human. Some people in school were Muggle-born, yet with magical powers, an amazing feat for them. But my dad's whole life was against them. He hated them passionately, especially when he found out his own dad was a Muggle and had abandoned him and his mom.

Another thing about Hermione was that she was a close friend to Harry Potter. The previous year when my dad found out I was friends with her, I told him it was for more information on Harry Potter, which pleased him. But the truth was that I became friends with her because I liked her, and she had no friends in her own House at the beginning. I was her first Hogwarts friend, though Slytherins and Gryffindors were sworn enemies hence the secrecy of our friendship.

"Hey, let's play hawks and sparrows!" Draco said. "I'll be the hawk!"

"No you will not!" Becky said defiantly.

I agreed with Becky, "We won't be able to get past you even once, none of us."

Draco grinned.

Hawks and sparrows was a game I created based off of the game sharks and minnows, a regular Muggle game I played in school when I was little.

I'm not Muggle-born… well, obviously, but I hadn't always known that. No one else could even guess that I already knew I was the Dark Lord's daughter. Only my close family members and Professors Dumbledore and Snape knew about it, though under the belief that I didn't know just yet.

I had once lived in the United States, now I lived in London and went to school in Scotland… hence why I was the only girl in school with an American accent. My step-dad was a Muggle and my mom had my half-brother, who didn't live with us but stayed with my step-dad, and left them both to help me work through school. We haven't had contact with him since.

My friends and I played hawks and sparrows until our parents came to get us. I felt proud with myself for getting done what I needed to get done, and so didn't worry about it anymore. Therefore, I forgot all about it. For a while.