A/N: Revised Chapter 2

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Riddles

By PyroMonsoon

Chapter 2: The Manor

We traveled by Floo Powder to return to the Manor. When I got there, I immediately went to my room. I left my stuff on the floor in the drawing room for Mharc to pick up. Mharc was the new house elf since Doby left. I stormed past Mrs. Malfoy on the stairs, cursing loudly.

(A/N: Yeah I know she's only 13 but hey, she lives the Malfoys.)

When I got in my room, I looked around. It had changed considerably. Before I had left two years ago, the room was a disgusting salmon pink with silver trim. Gross-o-rama. Now everything had changed. The walls were a dark green with a fresher silver trim, and the bed was a dark mahogany with dark green velvet sheets. The room had been redone in all of my father's old things; school robes were framed, some old books of his, and even a very old broomstick from way back when. Everywhere the room radiated one phrase, Slytherin.

"Slytherin," I whispered. My hands moved over the soft crushed velvet, up the satin pillows, heading toward the picture of my father above my bed. "Dad . . ." I traced his face with a finger, taking it away before he tried to bite me. I stuck my tongue out at him and sat down. "Why couldn't you have stayed Tom Riddle? Why did you become the most feared wizard of all time? Where are you now?" I laid down, head bouncing off the new pillows. Slowly my eyes closed and I feel into a deep sleep.

I awoke one morning about two weeks later, under the covers with a face beaming above me. "MHARC!" I shot up. "What the bloody hell do you want?!?" The little elf cowered away.

"I'm sorry Mistress Rilee, but the Lady of the house wishes to speak with you. I was to wake you, should you still sleep." I growled and got up.

"I need sleep. I haven't slept in the past week," I grumbled. "What does she want?" I made my way to the dresser, pulling out some black baggy pants and a dark blue shirt. I glanced back at the whimpering servant. "Well?" I asked impatiently.

"I is sorry Mistress Rilee. I know not of the Lady's summons."

"Fine. You are excused. Tell Mrs. Malfoy that I'll be down in a second." I shooed him out the door and pulled off my shirt from yesterday. Going back to the dresser, I grabbed my toothbrush.

Two minutes later I came out of the bathroom with clean teeth and a clean face. "Ya know Draco, it's not nice to enter someone's private chambers without asking." I turned to my "brother". (A/N: She calls him "brother because she grew up with him. He calls her "sister" because of the same reason. Neither is said however, when in the presence of others.)

"So what's your point. It's not like you have a figure anyway," he retorted coming out of the shadows.

"Dude, you're thirteen. That's gross."

"Dude, so are you," he said mockingly. I merely growled and grabbed my shirt from his hands. 'That could so be considered incest.' I pulled the shirt over my head and pushed Draco out of my room.

"Out! And tell your mother that I'll be down soon." He rolled his eyes and left, taking the stairs two at a time.

I pulled on my pants and placed my necklaces around my neck. I added my right ear cuff and two sets of earrings on my earlobes. "Alright, let's see what this family has in store for me this year." I walked out the door, tripping over Mharc. 'Dumb idiot, is he really THAT stupid?' "What Mharc?"

"Lady Malfoy, Mistress Rilee. She's waiting in the drawing room." I kicked the stupid ball of skin away and slid down the stair railing. 'And this family said I learned nothing useful at Fyremoth.' I made it to the bottom of the stairs just as Draco came out of the drawing room, looking quite pleased with himself. I opened my mouth to say something, only Mrs. Malfoy cut me off.

"Rilee? Darling, come in here please." I sneered at Draco as we passed, death glares piercing each other's skin.

"Yes Ma'am?" I asked, walking into the stone cold chamber. She indicated to the seat before her. I took the seat.

"Dear Rilee. It has been some time has it not? We can get reacquainted later but for now we must discuss the terms of your Hogwarts school year, and those that come after." She adjusted her position in the seat. I nodded in agreement. "Okay then. On the first of September, at Kings Cross-station, you and Draco will board the Hogwarts Express. The train leaves at exactly eleven o'clock sharp. Don't dawdle and do not talk with the Weasleys. Do you understand?" I nodded. "Good. Now once the train starts to go, we will also take our leave. When you're inside, do not leave Draco's side. He will guide you through the school as well. Now about your supplies. You will need the required books for this year; The Monster Book of Monsters, Intermediate Transfiguration, and The Standard Book of Spells, Grade Three. Also, your supply of potions ingredients will need to be replenished and you robes are terrible. It is a good thing that we are going to Diagon Alley soon."

"Yes ma'am. Is that all?" I stifled a yawn. She made me sleepy.

"Yes. Now go get ready for the trip." She got up and walked out with a hoity-toity air about her.

"Bitch," I said quietly. I got up, stretched my legs and yawned a much-needed yawn.

I ambled out of the drawing room and up the stairs. I made my way into the green room, stepping over Mharc. "What is it Mharc?" The little annoyance bowed deeply.

"A letter ma'am. From 'Ogwarts. I placed it on your desk. Will that be all?" I yawned again.

"Yeah." I yawned the entire way to my desk. I picked up the green addressed letter to me. 'Oh yippee. More green. Hogwarts may be the best but Fyremoth is definitely better. And the colors are better too.' I ripped open the seal and scanned the parchment. It was the same boring letter that Draco got every year. With it was a list of supplies that I would need and smaller letter from Dumbledore.

Dear Rilee Riddle,

I welcome you to Hogwarts. There are several things that I must tell you of. First, only a few students know who your father is, please keep it this way. If you feel that others can be trusted enough then you may also tell them. Your father's name in the school is Tom Riddle and he has several awards. I ask you not to fawn over them.

Second, you will be sorted on the first night in Professor McGonagall's office. The Sorting Hat will place you in the appropriate house and then McGonagall will have someone take you there. The four houses include Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Your father was in Slytherin and very prosperous within it. I am assuming that you will be in Slytherin but I do not decide.

Third, no students are allowed in the forest for obvious reasons. Also, dementors will be on the grounds patrolling for Sirius Black. He is said to be after young Harry Potter. Now about Potter, please do not pick any fights with him about his or your own past. It would be in the best interest of everyone if the two of you avoid each other. The Sorting Hat of course will decide that. A reminder about the dementors, I do not know how they will react to you.

Remember that you are not your father nor are you destined to become him. You choose your destiny. Always remember that.

Albus Dumbledore

"Oh thanks for reminding me Albus." I ripped up the letter and threw it away. "What an idiot." I looked around my room, I had recently stored away all of my father's thing and left the room rather messy. "Suppose I should clean up first."

After I had cleaned up my room, I grabbed some money from behind a hidden panel. I knew that the Malfoys would pay for my things but still, I needed the assurance that I could buy for my self.

I ran down the stairs, jumping over several objects and creatures (including Mharc) then skidded into the drawing room. "'Ello. Where to?" Mr. Malfoy glared at me.

"You are late Rilee."

I shrugged. "Sorry." I brushed past a snickering Draco and grabbed some Floo Powder. "Diagon Alley!" I vanished in a plume of green smoke.

Notes by me: Shorter then the first chapter but not muchi can do about that now. Well yes I could actually add more but i don't want to, I'm sick and tired right now. So I'm going to repost this and chapter 1 then grab 3 and 4 and work on those. I't shouldn't take too long.

I've decided that instead of actually poting chapter 16, I'm going reacquaint my self with what I've written by revisng the current chapters. That way, when I get to chapter 15 and need to post 16, the story will be fresh in my mind and I can type it up as soon as 15 is revised. A good plan in my head, how it'll turn out I'm not sure. shrugs

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