Voldemort and the Weasleys

Potter didn't think much of it. He did tell the Weasleys how sorry I was that I'd insulted their family, and Percy stopped me in the entrance hall to talk the next day.
"Percy. I am so sorry. I was so angry. I had such callous. Please forgive me if you can. I know I don't deserve it, and," Percy held a hand up to tell me to stop talking, so I did.
"What I really wanted to tell you is," said Percy, like this was the hardest thing in the world for him, "I was wrong. I probably would've done the same thing you did. I didn't realize how rude I was being. Saying your family had abandoned you. Honestly, what was I thinking? I know they didn't. Your father lost his powers and your mother was forced to go into hiding. Not that it's my business, but could you tell me who exactly your parents are?"
"I could, but you'd have to keep it a secret. I've always dreaded being expelled. Any staff member knowing who my family is could get me expelled, and posibbly sent to Azkaban."
"Okay. I swear I'll never tell a soul. Prefect's honor."
"My father...is Voldemort. My mother, well, never mind. It's kind of embarassing. They're cousins, but they never realized it until I was born."
"Now, I get it. Your father lost all of his powers to Harry Potter, and your mother had to take care of him while in hiding, and she didn't want you to be forced to live in hiding all during your childhood. No wonder you were so confident about being sorted into Slytherin. Strange how you and our family get along so well -- except dad, he doesn't seem to notice you -- and mum: imagine her finding out. But I swear I'll never tell a soul," said Percy, reassuringly.

He walked with me to the Great Hall, since it was about breakfast time.
When I sat down at the Slytherin table, Draco asked, "Why did you say that about the Weasley family?" "Because Percy said that my family abandoned me, and they didn't." "Oh. I see. He spoke ill of your family, so you did the same." "Yup. Pretty much." "I guess that's how Ron Weasley feels when I insult his family. Oh well."
"Draco. Doesn't it bother you, if only just a little bit, that the Weasley family hates you?" "No." "Why?" "I don't live with them all summer. I have my own family to go home to. And they hate the Weasleys." "Well, if your family hates them, I guess you have the right." I smiled to show that this conversation was less tense.

He smiled back, and we went to the common room. "Tomorrow's Halloween. I wonder if Parkinson will dress any less whory. I doubt it. By the way, I have something to show you," said Draco, as he took out a peice of parchment. He spread the peice of parchment onto the table. It was a map of Hogwarts. It showed every person as a dot, with miniscule writing next to their name. "It was made by a group of Slytherins before us. Rumor has it there's also one made by a group of Gryffindors." "I know there is. I've seen it before."
"Oh. The point I was trying to make is...well, this is Quirrel's classroom. There's Quirrel, and" "Voldemort! He's living off of Quirrel. No wonder he's so jumpy around Potter. I must tell Potter. But how? He didn't believe me when I told him Quirrel would be a good bet." "Don't bother. If he didn't believe you at first, you should tell him no more." "You don't understand. If he dies, I die with him. I'll explain later." "You'll explain alot of stuff 'later'." "Oh, whatever. I'll just explain now, since we have the time. I'm Voldemort's daughter. Voldemort killed Potter's parents, because he was angry at his father for dropping me on the ground while babysitting me. He left a gash, which left this scar," I said, as I pulled up the right sleeve of my robes, until he could see the scar. "Looks like Potter's scar. Only his is on his forehead. I think I've got it. You-Know-Who trying to kill Potter gives you some strange connections to Potter." I nodded nervously.

"That explains just about everything you said you'd explain later. Well, it's Saturday. What do you wanna do?"
"Funny you should ask. I was kinda gonna go on my own today, but we could always go to the forest near the hut near the school." "Sounds quite exotic. But isn't that forest forbidden to students?" "Yes. But what's the fun in life without taking a risk every once in awhile?" "Break some rules, why don'tcha? Get expelled, or worse -- killed. I've already been to the forbidden forest as a detention. Well, I'll go with you, just to make sure you don't get hurt." "Okay, then. Let's go."

So Draco and I went off to the forbidden forest. Draco was scared, almost to death, and I was completely calm. "Draco, stop twitching. Hagrid could see us. He lives in the hut, you know." "Of course I know. He's the one who led me through the forest when I saw the cloaked thing." "That cloaked thing was my father, thanks. Please quiet down, atleast until I find a well-hidden place to talk." We walked around, until we found a pitch-black place next to a tree.
"Lumos!" I said, as I pointed my wand to the tree. "There. That should do it. Well, is there anything you wanna talk about?" "Does the luster of your eyes count?" "Since I can't see my eyes..." "How about your hair, and how it shines in the midst of darkness?" "No, seriously. Is there?"

"Yes. How's life with the Weasleys? They're dirt poor and have more children than they afford without you." "My father left me a fair amount of money in my vault." "How much?" asked Draco, like a four-year-old asking what he was getting four Christmas. "The equivallent to eight trillion Galleons. He sold the houses of the people he killed to his Death Eaters. After he lost all his powers, he had it written in his will that I have his vault, 714. The goblins at Gringotts feared me, mostly because of who used to own my vault." Draco's mouth was wide open, but he said, "My family doesn't even have that much money."
"Back to your first question. Life with the Weasleys really isn't that bad." "Of course it isn't. You just love that Percy Weasley. You could just" "Draco, please," I said, blushing, "Let me finish. I never had much to do with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. They never liked me that much. Percy's the one who raised me." "Were you breastfed?" I slapped Draco, who was giggling. I didn't continue, knowing he'd make more inappropriate remarks.
"Anything you wanna say before we, or atleast I, go to sleep?" "No. Tell me we're not sleeping in this forest." "I could, but that would be a lie." "Oh," he said, in a disgusted, yet passionate, way. "Goodnight, Draco." "Night, Diana." Draco immediately fell asleep. I combed my fingers through his hair, as he slept peacefully, his head on a pillow I'd let him borrow. I walked around the forest and saw a giant spider.