A/N: My computer is permanently stuck on French mode and I'm totally
annoyed by it. I don't even speak French totally fluently. It annoying. My
dog is psychotic, too. And I may have lost my part on the school play.
Really great day, super! These ideas are more or less from the Fearstreet
series by R.L. Stine.
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Disclaimer: I'm a bitter, bitter person who doesn't own Harry Potter.
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Sarah Potter tied her long black hair into two even braids. She quickly pulled her light blue dress over her head and ran down the steps of her two-story home she, her mother, her father, and her elder brothers James and Harold loved in.
Down in the warm kitchen her mother, Mary Beth Potter, was cracking eggs into a large pan.
"Sarah, me love, be a dear and fetch me a bit of wood to keep this fire burning nice. On you go." She said, barely looked up except to sweep a strand of black hair across her forehead. Sarah opened the door and stepped out into the cool April morning. Her father, Julian Potter, was chopping wood.
"Good morning Papa." Sarah said. She kissed him on the cheek.
"Bah." He said with a grin. "You women and your romanticisms."
"Oh, Papa." Sarah said rolling her brown eyes.
"Yes well, your mother sent you out for some wood did she? 'Ere you go, Milady." He said, putting two pieces of firewood in her arms.
"Ah Papa. I'm nothing like the princess. Princess Charlotte (A/N: Don't even ask. I have no imagination today) is royal. I'm peasant." As soon as the words escaped her lips she gasped. "Oh Papa! I didn't mean that."
"Don't fret, Milady. 'Tis the truth is not?" He said. Sarah nodded. "Good girl. Go help your mother with breakfast." Sarah ran off. She walked back into the kitchen and placed the logs on the fire.
"That's a good lass (A/N: If you haven't notice I'm failing miserably at making them sound Irish)." Mary Beth said. She handed Sarah a bowl to stir, which Sarah took. Her mother looked up and smiled at her. Sarah loved these moments without Harry, James, and Papa ruining it. In a few minutes her two rowdy brothers came in. James was older by a year. They both had messy black hair and chocolate brown eyes. James wore small spectacles on the tip of his nose.
"Good morning, Mother. Sarah, love." James said.
"Good morning James. How long ago did you wake up?" Sarah asked. When she had woken up she noticed James and Harry's bed was empty (A/N: No sick ideas ppl. Sibling shared beds in that time. Read ANY historical novel. Obviously they wouldn't share one with Sarah though. That's just sick).
"Early." Harry murmured. Sarah nodded. Her and her mother served breakfast quickly. Later on Sarah's mother sent her out to pick some herbs. Sarah knew this was her time to find Ben- her lover (A/N: God whenever I write that I remember how Phoebe says it that time when she tries to get Chandler to admit he and Monica are doin' it. I hate that word anyway. Lover yech it sounds… wrong).
Sarah untied her hair after she was out of her mother's sight. She brushed off her apron and made sure it covered any stains. She walked into town briskly. She opened the door and walked into the Apothecary where Ben worked. You see, as wizards the Riddles and Potters needed to conceal their powers. Although Ben was mostly safe. His father- Robert Riddle was a strong man in society. He married Marisa Slytherin, the great-great granddaughter of Salazar Slytherin himself.
"Hello, Mr. Riddle." Sarah greeted warmly, a smile playing at her lips.
"Ah hello Miss Potter. What may I ask for you for what you would like?" He asked.
"Oh I believe you know." Sarah said coyly. Ben came over and kissed her gently.
"BENJAMIN THOMAS MARVOLO RIDDLE!" A voice shouted. Sarah and Ben turned around to see Mr. Riddle. His face was bright red.
"You whore!" He snarled. "You witch!"
"No," Sarah said softly before running out.
"Father!" Benjamin exclaimed.
"Back to work, Benjamin." He said shortly, "And I don't want you to see that girl again. She is under you." Robert walked out and went back to his home. He knew what he had to do. He stalked into the sitting room. Where is his wife was sewing.
"Marisa, I have bad news." He said.
"Yes, dear?" She answered.
"You're going to die." He pulled out his wand, "AVADA KERDAVA!"
There was a sharp knock at the Potter's door. Sarah walked up to the door and opened it. There was Mr. Riddle, Ben and a few other men who were on the town committee.
"Are you Sarah Victoria Potter?" The governor asked. Sarah nodded.
"You are being tried of being a witch and the murder of Mrs. Marisa Riddle." He said.
"I didn't murder anyone!" She exclaimed.
"Hush child!"
"Ben! You must believe me!" She pleaded. Ben looked at her with hateful eyes. "No, Ben!" She looked at Mr. Riddle.
"You will be put to death for being a witch." Mr. Riddle said. His eyes seemed to glimmer.
"IT WASN'T ME!!!" She said. She got down on her knees and crawled toward Ben. "Ben, dear, you MUST believe me. I would never kill anyone."
"Stay away from me, witch." He snarled.
"But your-" She began.
"I'm NOTHING. You killed my mother. My MOTHER!" Sarah began to cry.
The trial was very unsuccessful on Sarah's part. Everyone had decided she was guilty. The judge had Sarah stand in front of him.
"I find, thee, Goody Sarah Victoria Potter (A/N: All women were called 'Goody'), guilty for the murder of Goody Marisa Lenore Slytherin Riddle and also of being a witch." He said.
"No!" Sarah screamed. Her eyes rolled back into her head. "Harry!" She screamed. Her brother looked up in surprise. "Harry, don't leave me! You can't do it alone!" She screamed. "James! He's coming (A/N: I know James says that, but bear with me)! You can't face him alone. But Harry and I can't leave you!" She began to have tears streaming down her face. "Julian (A/N: Julian is Harry's grandfather), Julian! James! Think of James! Think of Gabrielle! Don't do it Julian! You can't let him do it! You can't let the Riddle's have the pleasure of killing another Potter!" Everyone was watching the girl. She finally fainted.
The executioner picked her up and threw her into the cart that would bring her to the stake that she would burn at. She awoken as she arrived at the stake. It was raining gently. She wagered it would soothe her burning skin slightly. She was jerked to the feet and tied to the stake. The executioner took a torch and lighted the dry wood around the stake. Soon it was all ablaze.
Harry ran out to stake. "Sarah NO!" He screamed He tripped on a rock and was thrown forward into the fire. He died instantly.
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Hannah Riddle watched her father writing a letter. He was always so sad. He moved his hands across the parchment in record time. He had told Hannah that the girl he fancied before he met Hannah's mother had turned on him and was a witch. She killed his mother. Hannah was 15 years old. She had long black hair and blue eyes. Hannah had a brother also, Thomas.
Hannah heard a knock at the door. She walked over and opened it. On the doorstep was an attractive man, about 20. He had messy blond hair and green eyes.
"Hullo, me name is J'frey Desmond and som'ne in town told me that you lot need somat help." He said in a thick Irish accent.
"Oh yes. I'm Hannah Riddle. Please come in." She opened the door. She noticed he flinched as she said 'Riddle'. She led him into the Parlor where her father sat. "Father, this is Jeffrey Desmond." Ben nodded to Jeffrey.
"Sir, I'm 'terested in the job of farm boy." Jeffrey drawled. Ben nodded.
"Yes well. That will be quite fine." Ben said. Jeffrey nodded.
Jeffrey had been working for the Riddles for about a month. Hannah brought a tray of lemonade out for Jeffery. She got out to where he was chopping wood. Hannah's breath got caught in her throat. He wasn't wearing his shirt and he was cut (A/N: Yes I know they didn't talk like that in the 1800s). Jeffrey looked up and smiled at Hannah,
"'Lo Miz Riddle." He greeted her.
"Hello J-Jeffrey." She said, setting the lemonade on a stump.
"So, Miz Riddle, tell me about yourself." Jeffrey said, taking a glass.
"There isn't much to tell." She said blushing.
"Now I believe that isn't true." He said.
"Well it is." She said. She blushed darker.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Umm… you aren't wearing a shirt."
"Oh sorry." He said, he pulled on his shirt. "So, Miz Riddle, are you courting with anyone?" He asked.
"Oh no." She said, blushing again.
"Well, please f'rgive me if I'm being f'rd but would you mind courting with me?" He asked. Hannah searched his fave for any signs of teasing. There were none. Jeffrey leaned in and kissed her. Then she felt him grab her and spin her around. "By the way Miz Riddle. You may also know my real name. James Potter." Jeffrey turned into a 40 year-old man with salt 'n pepper hair. He grabbed a dagger and dragged it over her throat.
The next day Thomas Riddle found his sister in the woods dead.
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Julian Potter and his family traveled around England because they weren't the settling type. His wife- Anna- and his kids- James and Maura- made him promise that they'd settle in the next town. You see, Julian was on an everlasting quest to find those damn Riddles.
Julian rode their carriage down a long road. It was mostly deserted. Then in the middle of the road James spotted a big carriage.
"Da!" James shouted.
"James, you better stop yelling in my ear if you don't want a swatch 'cross your bottom." Julian said.
"Da, look 'head. It's an abandoned 'Arraige." James pointed out.
"It is." He stopped the wagon and climbed out, followed by Anna. They both walked over to the carriage. The horses had gotten of their leads, Julian observed. He yanked the door open. Anna and Julian gasped. Inside were the decaying bodies of two women and a man. All dressed in elegant clothes.
"Smallpox." Anna breathed. Julian nodded.
The family wasted no time, in fear of being infected. They rode into the next town. Like the road it was deserted. They pulled up to town hall.
"James, come 'long with me." Julian said. They opened the door to the Town Hall. In which they found the skeletons of apparently some businessmen.
The Potters found a little empty house to live in. After Maura and James went out to play.
"Jamie! Can we play hiding and go Seeking?" Maura asked. James nodded and Maura ran off. An hour later He was searching feverishly for his sister.
"Maura!" He called. He heard a girlish giggle and saw Maura running to him. Her black braids hitting her neck and her brown eyes sparkling.
"Jamie, I found a friend. He name is Susan!" She said cheerfully.
"That's good Maura. Da and Mum will want us home soon." Maura nodded and the two ran off.
After dinner Maura went off to play with Susan. Soon it became very late- way past dark. James and Julian went out to find her. They wandered into a graveyard. Julian tripped over a stone. He looked down at it. Susan B. Riddle. He gasped. Julian let his eyes wander to the freshly dug grave next to Susan's. He read the stone- Maura Grace Potter.
"No!" He screamed, getting down on his knees and digging with his hands until he knocked against a box. He opened it. Inside was Maura. Dead and cold.
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10 years later James was 20 years-old. The pain of losing his sister had dulled slightly because he had a new little sister- Alana. The town had grown almost quadruple in size (which still wasn't much). One morning a young woman knocked at the Potter's door. James answered it. At the door was a girl with chestnut brown hair and blue eyes. She smiled at James.
"Hello, I'm new to the town and my father is the new minister and he asked me to come by and get acquainted." She smiled.
"Oh yes. I'm J-James Potter." He stuttered.
"It's a pleasure."
"No it's mine. Please come in." He let her in. His mother was in the kitchen making tea. After they'd introduced each other Alana came down. Alana was the same age Maura was when she died. Anna dropped her teacup with a clatter.
"Maura?" She asked. Anna was never the same after Maura died. She always kept thinking Alana was Maura.
"No, Mum, that's Alana." James said. Anna's face fell.
"Forgive me if I'm intruding, but who is Maura?" Nora asked.
"My older sister. She was killed by those bad, bad Riddles'" Alana said. James glared at her.
"Maura hush!" Anna said.
"Alana, mum." James corrected.
That night James heard his mother shuffling around. Then he heard it. It was a strangely familiar voice.
"Muuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmyyyyy, It's meeeeeeeeeeee Maaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuurrrrrrrraaaaaaa!" The voice called. James jumped from his bed and ran to where his mother was, leaning out the window.
"My baby!" She was screaming. James pulled her back in.
This kept happening day after day. James and Nora were courting (A/N: For us modern folks it's called DATING thank you very much). One night James didn't hear his mother call down to 'Maura' and he thought it was over. That morning Alana was getting water from the well when he heard her scream. He ran out to the well and saw a frightful sight. His mother had fallen in the well that night. Her neck had become tangled in the line. In her frozen hand was clutched blue bonnet.
That day Nora took James aside. "James," She began, "I have a confession. My last name is Riddle."
James gasped.
"My father, he told me one way to end all this madness."
"Which is?" James queried.
"We get married." She said.
"Then we will." He answered.
"Your sure?"
"This curse took away my mother and sister. I'm sure." They shared a brief kiss.
The next day Nora's father was about to marry them.
"And I thee take Lenora Riddle as thy wife-" James began. Just then Julian burst in with his shotgun and shot it at Nora and pulled the trigger. She died instantly.
"You daft, boy!" He called. Mr. Riddle began to cower.
"Please do not shoot me. We are not Riddles. After my Nora told me of your family battle I told her to pretend to be your deceased daughter and get your mother to believe she was her and perish. Then she'd feed James a cockamamie story that she was a Riddle and the curse could be broken if they wed, because we need money and marrying her off to a wealthy family like yours would insure her welfare.
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400 years past and it was 1904. The Riddles had become a very successful family. They now lived in Lapsey in a large mansion. They had two daughters and a son. Anne Marie, May Beth, and Paul. Anne Marie had watery black eyes and ratty black hair. Anne Marie had blue eyes and smooth black hair. Their father was Edmund Riddle a prosperous and shrewd businessman. Their mother was Ramona, a sickly woman.
One night Edmund was having a party. He asked May Beth if she would act as hostess for her mother could not attend, even though Anne Marie was older and the right was hers. That day May, Anne, and Paul went for a picnic.
Meanwhile at the house Ms. Redmond was signing in the new house girl that started the day before.
"Name?" She asked.
"Katherine Potter."
"Ah, lass I wouldn't go wagging your tongue about that surname of yours. Mr. Riddle has a problem with Potters." She said.
"Yes, M'm." Katherine said.
"May, I'm going to go find Paul." Anne said, standing up and brushing her skirt. "Eat your sandwich," She said, smiling.
"Alright." She broke off a piece of her sandwich and gave it to Snuffles (A/N: I'm evil… I really am.), her dog. Snuffles downed it quickly. He then fell over. May gasped and listened to his heartbeat- there was none. She jumped up and ran to the kitchens. When she got there she noticed the payroll was out. She read the newest name on the list. Katherine Potter.
"Ms. Redmond!" She called.
"Dearie, don' scream so!" Ms. Redmond said.
"Ms. Redmond Katherine Potter tried to poison me with the sandwiches,
"Girly, Katherine didn't make them. Miss Anne Marie did." May gasped and ran back to Anne.
"How could you?!" She asked Anne.
"Do what?" She asked innocently.
"You know!" She said.
"Fine! I know."
"Why'd you want to poison me?"
"Because you GET everything because your gorgeous."
"That's no reason."
"Yes it is." She tried to push her down the cliff nearby the spot they picked out. But May was stronger and pushed her down. Anne snapped her neck and died of pressure. May's eyes opened wide.
"Oh no…" She looked around and saw a sharp stake in the grass. She picked it up and stabbed herself.
Edmund was looking everywhere for his daughters. He finally found both of them- dead. He raced back to the kitchens and same as May, he saw the pay roll and saw the same name. Katherine Potter. He ran into his study and got his sword, the sword of Salazar Slytherin. He saw the Potter girl cleaning the parlor. He ran toward her and stabbed her to death.
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Trinity Potter rubbed her hands against a dishtowel, humming lightly. Her husband- Julian Potter- and her were alone. Their kids- James and Gabrielle- were at the movies. Julian came down stairs and kissed her gently on the cheek.
"Hullo." She greeted him. Just then the door swung open. Tom Riddle, otherwise known as Voldemort- came in.
"Potter this is going to be over once and for all." He pointed his wand toward the couple. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
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James and Lily Potter were playing exploding snap in their living room. Lily had their son, Harry, in her lap. Once again the door swung open, like the generation previous, and Voldemort walked through.
"Lily, he's here! Take Harry and run!" He shouted.
"But James-" She began.
"No buts, GO!" She ran.
"Now Potter, let's end this like men, AVADA KEDAVRA!!!"
About 10 minutes later Voldemort had cornered Lily.
"Step aside silly girl. Let me finish this!"
"No! Not Harry! Please take me!" She said shrilly.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Lily fell to the floor. Little did he know that in minutes the last half of the Riddle downfall will have begun.
A/N: Whew! That's the longest one yet!!!!
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~~~~ Means times change
Disclaimer: I'm a bitter, bitter person who doesn't own Harry Potter.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Past~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sarah Potter tied her long black hair into two even braids. She quickly pulled her light blue dress over her head and ran down the steps of her two-story home she, her mother, her father, and her elder brothers James and Harold loved in.
Down in the warm kitchen her mother, Mary Beth Potter, was cracking eggs into a large pan.
"Sarah, me love, be a dear and fetch me a bit of wood to keep this fire burning nice. On you go." She said, barely looked up except to sweep a strand of black hair across her forehead. Sarah opened the door and stepped out into the cool April morning. Her father, Julian Potter, was chopping wood.
"Good morning Papa." Sarah said. She kissed him on the cheek.
"Bah." He said with a grin. "You women and your romanticisms."
"Oh, Papa." Sarah said rolling her brown eyes.
"Yes well, your mother sent you out for some wood did she? 'Ere you go, Milady." He said, putting two pieces of firewood in her arms.
"Ah Papa. I'm nothing like the princess. Princess Charlotte (A/N: Don't even ask. I have no imagination today) is royal. I'm peasant." As soon as the words escaped her lips she gasped. "Oh Papa! I didn't mean that."
"Don't fret, Milady. 'Tis the truth is not?" He said. Sarah nodded. "Good girl. Go help your mother with breakfast." Sarah ran off. She walked back into the kitchen and placed the logs on the fire.
"That's a good lass (A/N: If you haven't notice I'm failing miserably at making them sound Irish)." Mary Beth said. She handed Sarah a bowl to stir, which Sarah took. Her mother looked up and smiled at her. Sarah loved these moments without Harry, James, and Papa ruining it. In a few minutes her two rowdy brothers came in. James was older by a year. They both had messy black hair and chocolate brown eyes. James wore small spectacles on the tip of his nose.
"Good morning, Mother. Sarah, love." James said.
"Good morning James. How long ago did you wake up?" Sarah asked. When she had woken up she noticed James and Harry's bed was empty (A/N: No sick ideas ppl. Sibling shared beds in that time. Read ANY historical novel. Obviously they wouldn't share one with Sarah though. That's just sick).
"Early." Harry murmured. Sarah nodded. Her and her mother served breakfast quickly. Later on Sarah's mother sent her out to pick some herbs. Sarah knew this was her time to find Ben- her lover (A/N: God whenever I write that I remember how Phoebe says it that time when she tries to get Chandler to admit he and Monica are doin' it. I hate that word anyway. Lover yech it sounds… wrong).
Sarah untied her hair after she was out of her mother's sight. She brushed off her apron and made sure it covered any stains. She walked into town briskly. She opened the door and walked into the Apothecary where Ben worked. You see, as wizards the Riddles and Potters needed to conceal their powers. Although Ben was mostly safe. His father- Robert Riddle was a strong man in society. He married Marisa Slytherin, the great-great granddaughter of Salazar Slytherin himself.
"Hello, Mr. Riddle." Sarah greeted warmly, a smile playing at her lips.
"Ah hello Miss Potter. What may I ask for you for what you would like?" He asked.
"Oh I believe you know." Sarah said coyly. Ben came over and kissed her gently.
"BENJAMIN THOMAS MARVOLO RIDDLE!" A voice shouted. Sarah and Ben turned around to see Mr. Riddle. His face was bright red.
"You whore!" He snarled. "You witch!"
"No," Sarah said softly before running out.
"Father!" Benjamin exclaimed.
"Back to work, Benjamin." He said shortly, "And I don't want you to see that girl again. She is under you." Robert walked out and went back to his home. He knew what he had to do. He stalked into the sitting room. Where is his wife was sewing.
"Marisa, I have bad news." He said.
"Yes, dear?" She answered.
"You're going to die." He pulled out his wand, "AVADA KERDAVA!"
There was a sharp knock at the Potter's door. Sarah walked up to the door and opened it. There was Mr. Riddle, Ben and a few other men who were on the town committee.
"Are you Sarah Victoria Potter?" The governor asked. Sarah nodded.
"You are being tried of being a witch and the murder of Mrs. Marisa Riddle." He said.
"I didn't murder anyone!" She exclaimed.
"Hush child!"
"Ben! You must believe me!" She pleaded. Ben looked at her with hateful eyes. "No, Ben!" She looked at Mr. Riddle.
"You will be put to death for being a witch." Mr. Riddle said. His eyes seemed to glimmer.
"IT WASN'T ME!!!" She said. She got down on her knees and crawled toward Ben. "Ben, dear, you MUST believe me. I would never kill anyone."
"Stay away from me, witch." He snarled.
"But your-" She began.
"I'm NOTHING. You killed my mother. My MOTHER!" Sarah began to cry.
The trial was very unsuccessful on Sarah's part. Everyone had decided she was guilty. The judge had Sarah stand in front of him.
"I find, thee, Goody Sarah Victoria Potter (A/N: All women were called 'Goody'), guilty for the murder of Goody Marisa Lenore Slytherin Riddle and also of being a witch." He said.
"No!" Sarah screamed. Her eyes rolled back into her head. "Harry!" She screamed. Her brother looked up in surprise. "Harry, don't leave me! You can't do it alone!" She screamed. "James! He's coming (A/N: I know James says that, but bear with me)! You can't face him alone. But Harry and I can't leave you!" She began to have tears streaming down her face. "Julian (A/N: Julian is Harry's grandfather), Julian! James! Think of James! Think of Gabrielle! Don't do it Julian! You can't let him do it! You can't let the Riddle's have the pleasure of killing another Potter!" Everyone was watching the girl. She finally fainted.
The executioner picked her up and threw her into the cart that would bring her to the stake that she would burn at. She awoken as she arrived at the stake. It was raining gently. She wagered it would soothe her burning skin slightly. She was jerked to the feet and tied to the stake. The executioner took a torch and lighted the dry wood around the stake. Soon it was all ablaze.
Harry ran out to stake. "Sarah NO!" He screamed He tripped on a rock and was thrown forward into the fire. He died instantly.
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Hannah Riddle watched her father writing a letter. He was always so sad. He moved his hands across the parchment in record time. He had told Hannah that the girl he fancied before he met Hannah's mother had turned on him and was a witch. She killed his mother. Hannah was 15 years old. She had long black hair and blue eyes. Hannah had a brother also, Thomas.
Hannah heard a knock at the door. She walked over and opened it. On the doorstep was an attractive man, about 20. He had messy blond hair and green eyes.
"Hullo, me name is J'frey Desmond and som'ne in town told me that you lot need somat help." He said in a thick Irish accent.
"Oh yes. I'm Hannah Riddle. Please come in." She opened the door. She noticed he flinched as she said 'Riddle'. She led him into the Parlor where her father sat. "Father, this is Jeffrey Desmond." Ben nodded to Jeffrey.
"Sir, I'm 'terested in the job of farm boy." Jeffrey drawled. Ben nodded.
"Yes well. That will be quite fine." Ben said. Jeffrey nodded.
Jeffrey had been working for the Riddles for about a month. Hannah brought a tray of lemonade out for Jeffery. She got out to where he was chopping wood. Hannah's breath got caught in her throat. He wasn't wearing his shirt and he was cut (A/N: Yes I know they didn't talk like that in the 1800s). Jeffrey looked up and smiled at Hannah,
"'Lo Miz Riddle." He greeted her.
"Hello J-Jeffrey." She said, setting the lemonade on a stump.
"So, Miz Riddle, tell me about yourself." Jeffrey said, taking a glass.
"There isn't much to tell." She said blushing.
"Now I believe that isn't true." He said.
"Well it is." She said. She blushed darker.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Umm… you aren't wearing a shirt."
"Oh sorry." He said, he pulled on his shirt. "So, Miz Riddle, are you courting with anyone?" He asked.
"Oh no." She said, blushing again.
"Well, please f'rgive me if I'm being f'rd but would you mind courting with me?" He asked. Hannah searched his fave for any signs of teasing. There were none. Jeffrey leaned in and kissed her. Then she felt him grab her and spin her around. "By the way Miz Riddle. You may also know my real name. James Potter." Jeffrey turned into a 40 year-old man with salt 'n pepper hair. He grabbed a dagger and dragged it over her throat.
The next day Thomas Riddle found his sister in the woods dead.
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Julian Potter and his family traveled around England because they weren't the settling type. His wife- Anna- and his kids- James and Maura- made him promise that they'd settle in the next town. You see, Julian was on an everlasting quest to find those damn Riddles.
Julian rode their carriage down a long road. It was mostly deserted. Then in the middle of the road James spotted a big carriage.
"Da!" James shouted.
"James, you better stop yelling in my ear if you don't want a swatch 'cross your bottom." Julian said.
"Da, look 'head. It's an abandoned 'Arraige." James pointed out.
"It is." He stopped the wagon and climbed out, followed by Anna. They both walked over to the carriage. The horses had gotten of their leads, Julian observed. He yanked the door open. Anna and Julian gasped. Inside were the decaying bodies of two women and a man. All dressed in elegant clothes.
"Smallpox." Anna breathed. Julian nodded.
The family wasted no time, in fear of being infected. They rode into the next town. Like the road it was deserted. They pulled up to town hall.
"James, come 'long with me." Julian said. They opened the door to the Town Hall. In which they found the skeletons of apparently some businessmen.
The Potters found a little empty house to live in. After Maura and James went out to play.
"Jamie! Can we play hiding and go Seeking?" Maura asked. James nodded and Maura ran off. An hour later He was searching feverishly for his sister.
"Maura!" He called. He heard a girlish giggle and saw Maura running to him. Her black braids hitting her neck and her brown eyes sparkling.
"Jamie, I found a friend. He name is Susan!" She said cheerfully.
"That's good Maura. Da and Mum will want us home soon." Maura nodded and the two ran off.
After dinner Maura went off to play with Susan. Soon it became very late- way past dark. James and Julian went out to find her. They wandered into a graveyard. Julian tripped over a stone. He looked down at it. Susan B. Riddle. He gasped. Julian let his eyes wander to the freshly dug grave next to Susan's. He read the stone- Maura Grace Potter.
"No!" He screamed, getting down on his knees and digging with his hands until he knocked against a box. He opened it. Inside was Maura. Dead and cold.
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10 years later James was 20 years-old. The pain of losing his sister had dulled slightly because he had a new little sister- Alana. The town had grown almost quadruple in size (which still wasn't much). One morning a young woman knocked at the Potter's door. James answered it. At the door was a girl with chestnut brown hair and blue eyes. She smiled at James.
"Hello, I'm new to the town and my father is the new minister and he asked me to come by and get acquainted." She smiled.
"Oh yes. I'm J-James Potter." He stuttered.
"It's a pleasure."
"No it's mine. Please come in." He let her in. His mother was in the kitchen making tea. After they'd introduced each other Alana came down. Alana was the same age Maura was when she died. Anna dropped her teacup with a clatter.
"Maura?" She asked. Anna was never the same after Maura died. She always kept thinking Alana was Maura.
"No, Mum, that's Alana." James said. Anna's face fell.
"Forgive me if I'm intruding, but who is Maura?" Nora asked.
"My older sister. She was killed by those bad, bad Riddles'" Alana said. James glared at her.
"Maura hush!" Anna said.
"Alana, mum." James corrected.
That night James heard his mother shuffling around. Then he heard it. It was a strangely familiar voice.
"Muuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmyyyyy, It's meeeeeeeeeeee Maaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuurrrrrrrraaaaaaa!" The voice called. James jumped from his bed and ran to where his mother was, leaning out the window.
"My baby!" She was screaming. James pulled her back in.
This kept happening day after day. James and Nora were courting (A/N: For us modern folks it's called DATING thank you very much). One night James didn't hear his mother call down to 'Maura' and he thought it was over. That morning Alana was getting water from the well when he heard her scream. He ran out to the well and saw a frightful sight. His mother had fallen in the well that night. Her neck had become tangled in the line. In her frozen hand was clutched blue bonnet.
That day Nora took James aside. "James," She began, "I have a confession. My last name is Riddle."
James gasped.
"My father, he told me one way to end all this madness."
"Which is?" James queried.
"We get married." She said.
"Then we will." He answered.
"Your sure?"
"This curse took away my mother and sister. I'm sure." They shared a brief kiss.
The next day Nora's father was about to marry them.
"And I thee take Lenora Riddle as thy wife-" James began. Just then Julian burst in with his shotgun and shot it at Nora and pulled the trigger. She died instantly.
"You daft, boy!" He called. Mr. Riddle began to cower.
"Please do not shoot me. We are not Riddles. After my Nora told me of your family battle I told her to pretend to be your deceased daughter and get your mother to believe she was her and perish. Then she'd feed James a cockamamie story that she was a Riddle and the curse could be broken if they wed, because we need money and marrying her off to a wealthy family like yours would insure her welfare.
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400 years past and it was 1904. The Riddles had become a very successful family. They now lived in Lapsey in a large mansion. They had two daughters and a son. Anne Marie, May Beth, and Paul. Anne Marie had watery black eyes and ratty black hair. Anne Marie had blue eyes and smooth black hair. Their father was Edmund Riddle a prosperous and shrewd businessman. Their mother was Ramona, a sickly woman.
One night Edmund was having a party. He asked May Beth if she would act as hostess for her mother could not attend, even though Anne Marie was older and the right was hers. That day May, Anne, and Paul went for a picnic.
Meanwhile at the house Ms. Redmond was signing in the new house girl that started the day before.
"Name?" She asked.
"Katherine Potter."
"Ah, lass I wouldn't go wagging your tongue about that surname of yours. Mr. Riddle has a problem with Potters." She said.
"Yes, M'm." Katherine said.
"May, I'm going to go find Paul." Anne said, standing up and brushing her skirt. "Eat your sandwich," She said, smiling.
"Alright." She broke off a piece of her sandwich and gave it to Snuffles (A/N: I'm evil… I really am.), her dog. Snuffles downed it quickly. He then fell over. May gasped and listened to his heartbeat- there was none. She jumped up and ran to the kitchens. When she got there she noticed the payroll was out. She read the newest name on the list. Katherine Potter.
"Ms. Redmond!" She called.
"Dearie, don' scream so!" Ms. Redmond said.
"Ms. Redmond Katherine Potter tried to poison me with the sandwiches,
"Girly, Katherine didn't make them. Miss Anne Marie did." May gasped and ran back to Anne.
"How could you?!" She asked Anne.
"Do what?" She asked innocently.
"You know!" She said.
"Fine! I know."
"Why'd you want to poison me?"
"Because you GET everything because your gorgeous."
"That's no reason."
"Yes it is." She tried to push her down the cliff nearby the spot they picked out. But May was stronger and pushed her down. Anne snapped her neck and died of pressure. May's eyes opened wide.
"Oh no…" She looked around and saw a sharp stake in the grass. She picked it up and stabbed herself.
Edmund was looking everywhere for his daughters. He finally found both of them- dead. He raced back to the kitchens and same as May, he saw the pay roll and saw the same name. Katherine Potter. He ran into his study and got his sword, the sword of Salazar Slytherin. He saw the Potter girl cleaning the parlor. He ran toward her and stabbed her to death.
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Trinity Potter rubbed her hands against a dishtowel, humming lightly. Her husband- Julian Potter- and her were alone. Their kids- James and Gabrielle- were at the movies. Julian came down stairs and kissed her gently on the cheek.
"Hullo." She greeted him. Just then the door swung open. Tom Riddle, otherwise known as Voldemort- came in.
"Potter this is going to be over once and for all." He pointed his wand toward the couple. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
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James and Lily Potter were playing exploding snap in their living room. Lily had their son, Harry, in her lap. Once again the door swung open, like the generation previous, and Voldemort walked through.
"Lily, he's here! Take Harry and run!" He shouted.
"But James-" She began.
"No buts, GO!" She ran.
"Now Potter, let's end this like men, AVADA KEDAVRA!!!"
About 10 minutes later Voldemort had cornered Lily.
"Step aside silly girl. Let me finish this!"
"No! Not Harry! Please take me!" She said shrilly.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Lily fell to the floor. Little did he know that in minutes the last half of the Riddle downfall will have begun.
A/N: Whew! That's the longest one yet!!!!
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