"The Dark Lords Daughter"
By Sun
Notes: Almost all charters belong to the great goddess J.K. Rowling, except the charters Pyretta Aurora Riddle and Serenity Blaze-Riddle(they belong to me). Also the charter Pyretta is loosely based on the song "Pyretta Blaze" by Type-0-Negative. I am receiving no money or notarity for this, I'm just a fan who really enjoys the "Harry Potter" books.
*I have come up with a new type of witches in this story called "Ancients". And ancients as they are called are the most powerful witches and wizards of their kind. They do not require wands to do magic and have elemental control. Their lines can be traced to the beginning of time. Thank you and enjoy the story.
Chapter one: "Last Hope"
She sat starring at the door longing for freedom. Two years she had been imprisoned in this "tomb", only seeing the light of day through her bedroom window and once in a while from a small garden enclosed on her father estate. In the past she tried to escape but her attempts were all in vain. All she could feel was a deep hate growing in her, it was almost consuming. "Oh no," she thought "I don't want to become like him!" At once her mothers soft words floated in her ears, "Don't ever become what he has, don't let your father's hate poison you." Her thoughts of her mother were her only comfort. It reminded her of a time in her life when she was happy and loved, but her father, she thought bitterly, never loved her.
Serenity Blaze-Riddle gave birth to a daughter on a warm June afternoon. Seeing the fire within her newborns eyes, she bestowed the name Pyretta upon her. Pyretta Aurora Riddle. Serenity could tell like her, Pyretta had the powers of the ancients running through her veins but she decided it would be best if she didn't mention this to her husband. She knew he would only try and take advantage of it.
The evil in him was growing clearer with every passing day. He wasn't this evil at Hogwart's school of witchcraft and wizardry when she first met him, though she knew he could be. He was so handsome and charming, she thought maybe if she loved him enough his anger and hate would end. That was proved wrong when he murdered his own father and grandparents at the age of eighteen. She had married him and moved him to her own family's home in America, this to was failing. A child, she thought a child will calm him.
"Tom. Tom come look, come and meet your child." This was Serenity's last hope.
Tom Marvolo Riddle started across the room. Why did she have to call him by that name. He had already chosen a new name for himself, one of power, one which would soon be held with great respect and fear.. Voldemort. He hated the name Tom Riddle. It was a constant reminder of his muggle father who abandoned him as a baby and left his mother to die. But he allowed his wife (with great annoyance)to call him this as she "disliked" his new name.
He reached the edge of her bed and peered over, his arms were crossed as he stared at the child. Tom was not going to pretend to be happy about this, in fact he was furious that Serenity had let herself become pregnant. He had plans, plans which did not involve a child. A child would only set him back.
"Well what is it?" Tom asked, a sound of anger echoed in his voice. Serenity chose to ignore it, she was far to happy.
"A girl, Pyretta Aurora." She said as she nursed her baby, a smile glowed warm on her face as always.
"I have no use for a girl!" His face contorted with disgust. How dare she, he thought. He had not given her permission to use his dead mothers name. How dare she give this child the middle name Aurora. It pained him, but already seeing the hurt drawing in his wife's eyes, Tom decided not to press on this.
"Well is she or is she not?" he snapped looking away from his wife's eyes.
"Is she what Tom?"
He tensed for a moment, "god will she ever stop calling me that!" he thought. "Is she an ancient?" Tom asked impatiently.
"She has a name Tom! And I don't know" Serenity lied.
"Why don't you know? How can you not know if your child is one or not?"
"Our child you mean and we won't know until she is much older."
"How much older?"
"I need my rest." Knowing that the conversation was over, he watched his wife close her eyes and left the room still fuming.
Pyretta sat on the floor playing with her dolls. Her mother sat in a chair by the fire reading a book, pausing every now and then to give her daughter a smile.
"Mommy, mommy, look what Josie can do!" She made the doll jump up with a wave of her hand and do somersaults in the air.
"How wonderful Pyretta. Did she learn to do that all by herself?" Serenity asked playfully.
"Yep, all by herself. well I helped.. A little."
Serenity always encouraged her daughter imagination. "And does Josie know what tomorrow is?"
"No mommy, she's a bit forgetful."
"Well, does my little angel know what tomorrow is?"
"Yes I do! It's my birthday!"
"And how old will you be young lady?"
"Six." Pyretta held up five fingers on one hand and one on the other.
"Very good dear."
"Mommy." Pyretta paused, she feared the answer to the question she was about to ask. "Will father be coming home tomorrow?"
Serenity sighed. "I don't know sweetheart." She began to read again.
Pyretta deeply wished for her father not to come home tomorrow, in fact she wished for him never to return again. She didn't like her father at all. He was mean and ill-tempered. He took no interest in Pyretta what-so-ever(in fact he treated her like an annoying pest.) And worst he made mommy so unhappy. He'd come home for a few days, make their lives miserable, and then leave without telling them where he was going or when he was coming back. Pyretta was quite happy when he left of course, she liked it when it was just her and her mommy. The days were filled with laughter, games and singing. Pyretta returned he thoughts to her dolls(which were now dancing in a conga line).
An hour pasted, Serenity looked up at the clock then at Pyretta. "Time for bed little one."
"but." Pyretta protested.
"But nothing, go brush your teeth."
"But. but mom."
Before she could plea with her mom to let her stay up for another hour the front door opened and *BANG* slammed shut. Tom Riddle entered the living room looking very disgruntled. He looked at his wife then to his child, pure disgust hanging on his face. He kicked Pyretta's dolls as he made his way to a chair opposite to Serenity by the fire. He sat down quickly rubbing his temples, something was kicking underneath him. He jumped up. Pyretta's doll Josie was now scurrying to get out of the chair. Tom picked her up by the head in one quick movement and looked at her(Josie was trying to free herself).
"Stupid, blasted doll!" He yelled as he threw Josie into the fire. Pyretta watched in horror as her favorite doll burned up.
"TOM. WHY?" Serenity cried. He let out a small evil laugh. "Pyretta go to your room please." Serenity said in a forced calm voice.
She didn't move, the horror of the sight had made her frozen.
"Did you not hear what you were told to do!?! YOU WERE GIVEN AN ORDER!"
"Tom please."
"Serenity with all respect, SHUT THE HELL UP!"
"Please Tom, not in front of her!" Serenity plead
His cold eyes turned to his daughter once more. "Get the hell out of here right now you little brat, or you'll be sorry indeed."
Pyretta turned from the fire and started to the hallway determined not to cry. She turned into the hallway and stopped. She moved into the shadows where they could not see her. She heard the heated argument rage on. Back and forth she heard them battle mainly about her. Pyretta felt real anger starting to rise in her. A deafening ringing filling her ears. She heard something hit the ground hard. She peered in to see her mother on the floor and her father bent over ready to strike. Something exploded inside Pyretta, all she saw was red. She jumped out of the shadows.
"DON'T YOU DARE HURT MY MOMMY!" she screamed.
Tom yelped as his robes caught on fire. Pyretta was shaking unaware of what she just did. Her mother rushed over to her, scooped her up and ran out of the room.
Tom found himself at home more often these days, ever since his young daughter(who was now eight) had shown that she possessed great powers. Even though she could not yet control them, he was determined to teach her in the ways of the dark arts. His followers were already reeking havoc in England, with an ancient on his side he would be unstoppable. He had to train her behind Serenity's back because she would greatly disapprove of it. All to soon though Serenity found out. She kicked him out and vowed to strip him of his powers(which she could do) if he ever returned.
In the following years, as news of her husbands terror and destruction came to her(via owls from her old transfiguration teacher, Prof. Albus Dumbledore) Serenity became very sick and weak. She was going to die. She knew that her fourteen year old daughter would be sent to live with her father in England. On her last day she gave Pyretta a warning.
"Don't ever become what he has, don't let your father hate poison you. Even though you have the power Pyretta, no matter what he does, don't kill him or you will become just as he is. Be strong little one, I'll always be with you. I love you, never forget that." Serenity closed her eyes never to open them again.
Notes: Almost all charters belong to the great goddess J.K. Rowling, except the charters Pyretta Aurora Riddle and Serenity Blaze-Riddle(they belong to me). Also the charter Pyretta is loosely based on the song "Pyretta Blaze" by Type-0-Negative. I am receiving no money or notarity for this, I'm just a fan who really enjoys the "Harry Potter" books.
*I have come up with a new type of witches in this story called "Ancients". And ancients as they are called are the most powerful witches and wizards of their kind. They do not require wands to do magic and have elemental control. Their lines can be traced to the beginning of time. Thank you and enjoy the story.
Chapter one: "Last Hope"
She sat starring at the door longing for freedom. Two years she had been imprisoned in this "tomb", only seeing the light of day through her bedroom window and once in a while from a small garden enclosed on her father estate. In the past she tried to escape but her attempts were all in vain. All she could feel was a deep hate growing in her, it was almost consuming. "Oh no," she thought "I don't want to become like him!" At once her mothers soft words floated in her ears, "Don't ever become what he has, don't let your father's hate poison you." Her thoughts of her mother were her only comfort. It reminded her of a time in her life when she was happy and loved, but her father, she thought bitterly, never loved her.
Serenity Blaze-Riddle gave birth to a daughter on a warm June afternoon. Seeing the fire within her newborns eyes, she bestowed the name Pyretta upon her. Pyretta Aurora Riddle. Serenity could tell like her, Pyretta had the powers of the ancients running through her veins but she decided it would be best if she didn't mention this to her husband. She knew he would only try and take advantage of it.
The evil in him was growing clearer with every passing day. He wasn't this evil at Hogwart's school of witchcraft and wizardry when she first met him, though she knew he could be. He was so handsome and charming, she thought maybe if she loved him enough his anger and hate would end. That was proved wrong when he murdered his own father and grandparents at the age of eighteen. She had married him and moved him to her own family's home in America, this to was failing. A child, she thought a child will calm him.
"Tom. Tom come look, come and meet your child." This was Serenity's last hope.
Tom Marvolo Riddle started across the room. Why did she have to call him by that name. He had already chosen a new name for himself, one of power, one which would soon be held with great respect and fear.. Voldemort. He hated the name Tom Riddle. It was a constant reminder of his muggle father who abandoned him as a baby and left his mother to die. But he allowed his wife (with great annoyance)to call him this as she "disliked" his new name.
He reached the edge of her bed and peered over, his arms were crossed as he stared at the child. Tom was not going to pretend to be happy about this, in fact he was furious that Serenity had let herself become pregnant. He had plans, plans which did not involve a child. A child would only set him back.
"Well what is it?" Tom asked, a sound of anger echoed in his voice. Serenity chose to ignore it, she was far to happy.
"A girl, Pyretta Aurora." She said as she nursed her baby, a smile glowed warm on her face as always.
"I have no use for a girl!" His face contorted with disgust. How dare she, he thought. He had not given her permission to use his dead mothers name. How dare she give this child the middle name Aurora. It pained him, but already seeing the hurt drawing in his wife's eyes, Tom decided not to press on this.
"Well is she or is she not?" he snapped looking away from his wife's eyes.
"Is she what Tom?"
He tensed for a moment, "god will she ever stop calling me that!" he thought. "Is she an ancient?" Tom asked impatiently.
"She has a name Tom! And I don't know" Serenity lied.
"Why don't you know? How can you not know if your child is one or not?"
"Our child you mean and we won't know until she is much older."
"How much older?"
"I need my rest." Knowing that the conversation was over, he watched his wife close her eyes and left the room still fuming.
Pyretta sat on the floor playing with her dolls. Her mother sat in a chair by the fire reading a book, pausing every now and then to give her daughter a smile.
"Mommy, mommy, look what Josie can do!" She made the doll jump up with a wave of her hand and do somersaults in the air.
"How wonderful Pyretta. Did she learn to do that all by herself?" Serenity asked playfully.
"Yep, all by herself. well I helped.. A little."
Serenity always encouraged her daughter imagination. "And does Josie know what tomorrow is?"
"No mommy, she's a bit forgetful."
"Well, does my little angel know what tomorrow is?"
"Yes I do! It's my birthday!"
"And how old will you be young lady?"
"Six." Pyretta held up five fingers on one hand and one on the other.
"Very good dear."
"Mommy." Pyretta paused, she feared the answer to the question she was about to ask. "Will father be coming home tomorrow?"
Serenity sighed. "I don't know sweetheart." She began to read again.
Pyretta deeply wished for her father not to come home tomorrow, in fact she wished for him never to return again. She didn't like her father at all. He was mean and ill-tempered. He took no interest in Pyretta what-so-ever(in fact he treated her like an annoying pest.) And worst he made mommy so unhappy. He'd come home for a few days, make their lives miserable, and then leave without telling them where he was going or when he was coming back. Pyretta was quite happy when he left of course, she liked it when it was just her and her mommy. The days were filled with laughter, games and singing. Pyretta returned he thoughts to her dolls(which were now dancing in a conga line).
An hour pasted, Serenity looked up at the clock then at Pyretta. "Time for bed little one."
"but." Pyretta protested.
"But nothing, go brush your teeth."
"But. but mom."
Before she could plea with her mom to let her stay up for another hour the front door opened and *BANG* slammed shut. Tom Riddle entered the living room looking very disgruntled. He looked at his wife then to his child, pure disgust hanging on his face. He kicked Pyretta's dolls as he made his way to a chair opposite to Serenity by the fire. He sat down quickly rubbing his temples, something was kicking underneath him. He jumped up. Pyretta's doll Josie was now scurrying to get out of the chair. Tom picked her up by the head in one quick movement and looked at her(Josie was trying to free herself).
"Stupid, blasted doll!" He yelled as he threw Josie into the fire. Pyretta watched in horror as her favorite doll burned up.
"TOM. WHY?" Serenity cried. He let out a small evil laugh. "Pyretta go to your room please." Serenity said in a forced calm voice.
She didn't move, the horror of the sight had made her frozen.
"Did you not hear what you were told to do!?! YOU WERE GIVEN AN ORDER!"
"Tom please."
"Serenity with all respect, SHUT THE HELL UP!"
"Please Tom, not in front of her!" Serenity plead
His cold eyes turned to his daughter once more. "Get the hell out of here right now you little brat, or you'll be sorry indeed."
Pyretta turned from the fire and started to the hallway determined not to cry. She turned into the hallway and stopped. She moved into the shadows where they could not see her. She heard the heated argument rage on. Back and forth she heard them battle mainly about her. Pyretta felt real anger starting to rise in her. A deafening ringing filling her ears. She heard something hit the ground hard. She peered in to see her mother on the floor and her father bent over ready to strike. Something exploded inside Pyretta, all she saw was red. She jumped out of the shadows.
"DON'T YOU DARE HURT MY MOMMY!" she screamed.
Tom yelped as his robes caught on fire. Pyretta was shaking unaware of what she just did. Her mother rushed over to her, scooped her up and ran out of the room.
Tom found himself at home more often these days, ever since his young daughter(who was now eight) had shown that she possessed great powers. Even though she could not yet control them, he was determined to teach her in the ways of the dark arts. His followers were already reeking havoc in England, with an ancient on his side he would be unstoppable. He had to train her behind Serenity's back because she would greatly disapprove of it. All to soon though Serenity found out. She kicked him out and vowed to strip him of his powers(which she could do) if he ever returned.
In the following years, as news of her husbands terror and destruction came to her(via owls from her old transfiguration teacher, Prof. Albus Dumbledore) Serenity became very sick and weak. She was going to die. She knew that her fourteen year old daughter would be sent to live with her father in England. On her last day she gave Pyretta a warning.
"Don't ever become what he has, don't let your father hate poison you. Even though you have the power Pyretta, no matter what he does, don't kill him or you will become just as he is. Be strong little one, I'll always be with you. I love you, never forget that." Serenity closed her eyes never to open them again.