Chapter 1: It Begins
Entering the great hall at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry was a little nerve racking at first for Persis. She had long been sheltered by Warren in his home, meeting few people and mainly only death eaters in the last four years. Feeling as though she were entering the lions den she steadied herself at the main entryway as she heard the shouts and scream of various first year students. Embarrassing, it really was, having to be sorted with these children, but what was a witch to do? Rolling her eyes, she made her way through with the other children, stopped when they did, and waited for the sorting to begin. She did not really have any worries as to which hall she would be sorted in to. She knew it would be Slytherin, after all what other hall could there be for the daughter of Tom Marvolo Riddle, and the true heir of Slytherin? The names were called one by one and Persis waited for hers, she looked around her surroundings trying to find Harry Potter, the one that had killed her father. Spotting him next to a boy with shocking red hair and long gangly limbs and a skinny girl with bushy hair. Of course, she knew who these two were, Warren had informed her already, and Draco had given her hilarious descriptions of the three. She almost burst into laughter at the thought of Draco's imitation of Hermione's high squeaky know it all voice, she felt like she already knew these people, and already hated them. Mud bloods and Idiots she thought they would of course be destroyed, but all in due time. "Persis Riddle," a sharp commanding voice called out, Professor McGonagall. She took the few steps up towards the stool that held the sorting hat, removed it from the seat, and placed it upon her head. She waited patiently as for the hat to speak, to make some comment as to her identity, but the hat said nothing for the longest time. Persis shifted nervously on the stool, she had expected accusatory words from the hat concerning her father or even some sharp comments about the hate that filled her heart, but the hat said nothing, until at last, "so you have returned, and brought your hate with you once more." Persis almost ripped the hat from her head at these words anger filled her, how dare he make assumptions, the fool, he had always been one, but what could one expect from something made by Gordric. "Just sort me already," she growled under her breath, "I have been invited by Dumbledore himself"
"Slytherin" the hat shouted into the quiet room, for the room had stilled completely, many confused as to why the hat had taken so long to sort this girl, it had never taken this long before. Many breathed a sigh of relief when the words were shouted, for they had felt a nervous apprehension that they themselves could not understand. As the girl with the long dark hair removed the hat, many got a clear view of her eyes, and it sent a chill down there spines. Those could not be the eyes of a human; surely, humans did not have eyes that color or that shone like stars from the night sky.
Persis made her way to the Slytherin table, many shoved and pushed trying to make room for there newest member, she chose however to sit next to a young boy with greasy dark hair, and yellow eyes, Brandon, Warren's son. Many were shocked at her choice; Brandon was not very popular among the Slytherins very few even knew anything about him. He was a quiet boy who was ashamed of what he was preferring to stay in corners out of the way of others. He hated attention, people starring at him made him nervous and he was very angry with Persis for drawing attention to him. He knew why she was doing it too, to increase the mysteriousness of her coming, trying to make herself seem as unattainable as possible. He hated her. Persis turned at smirked at him; he glared back then looked down at his plate willing himself to become invisible. "Aren't you happy to see me Brandon? Father sends his love," she whispered under her breath ensuring that no one else could here her. "Father loves no one but himself, and no I am not happy to see you, I thought you were going to Durmstrange." He kept his voice low as well, he preferred that people not know that he knew Persis from elsewhere, then they might start asking him annoying questions. He looked carefully around the table hoping no one was watching him and caught the glare of Draco Malfoy he hated that bastard too. Damn it Persis why could not you have sat next to Malfoy, he thought, he would at least appreciate the attention, Draco craved attention like oxygen. Persis laughed at Brandon's reply, he was always like this a moody little baby who whined all the time of never being loved. Persis knew what it was like not to be loved and she hated Brandon because he had a father who did love him, just could not spend time with him now not with the preparations that had to be handled very carefully. What a brat she thought, looked over at Draco who was scowling at Brandon, caught his eye and smiled at him. Draco looked down at his plate and pretended to ignore her.
Entering the great hall at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry was a little nerve racking at first for Persis. She had long been sheltered by Warren in his home, meeting few people and mainly only death eaters in the last four years. Feeling as though she were entering the lions den she steadied herself at the main entryway as she heard the shouts and scream of various first year students. Embarrassing, it really was, having to be sorted with these children, but what was a witch to do? Rolling her eyes, she made her way through with the other children, stopped when they did, and waited for the sorting to begin. She did not really have any worries as to which hall she would be sorted in to. She knew it would be Slytherin, after all what other hall could there be for the daughter of Tom Marvolo Riddle, and the true heir of Slytherin? The names were called one by one and Persis waited for hers, she looked around her surroundings trying to find Harry Potter, the one that had killed her father. Spotting him next to a boy with shocking red hair and long gangly limbs and a skinny girl with bushy hair. Of course, she knew who these two were, Warren had informed her already, and Draco had given her hilarious descriptions of the three. She almost burst into laughter at the thought of Draco's imitation of Hermione's high squeaky know it all voice, she felt like she already knew these people, and already hated them. Mud bloods and Idiots she thought they would of course be destroyed, but all in due time. "Persis Riddle," a sharp commanding voice called out, Professor McGonagall. She took the few steps up towards the stool that held the sorting hat, removed it from the seat, and placed it upon her head. She waited patiently as for the hat to speak, to make some comment as to her identity, but the hat said nothing for the longest time. Persis shifted nervously on the stool, she had expected accusatory words from the hat concerning her father or even some sharp comments about the hate that filled her heart, but the hat said nothing, until at last, "so you have returned, and brought your hate with you once more." Persis almost ripped the hat from her head at these words anger filled her, how dare he make assumptions, the fool, he had always been one, but what could one expect from something made by Gordric. "Just sort me already," she growled under her breath, "I have been invited by Dumbledore himself"
"Slytherin" the hat shouted into the quiet room, for the room had stilled completely, many confused as to why the hat had taken so long to sort this girl, it had never taken this long before. Many breathed a sigh of relief when the words were shouted, for they had felt a nervous apprehension that they themselves could not understand. As the girl with the long dark hair removed the hat, many got a clear view of her eyes, and it sent a chill down there spines. Those could not be the eyes of a human; surely, humans did not have eyes that color or that shone like stars from the night sky.
Persis made her way to the Slytherin table, many shoved and pushed trying to make room for there newest member, she chose however to sit next to a young boy with greasy dark hair, and yellow eyes, Brandon, Warren's son. Many were shocked at her choice; Brandon was not very popular among the Slytherins very few even knew anything about him. He was a quiet boy who was ashamed of what he was preferring to stay in corners out of the way of others. He hated attention, people starring at him made him nervous and he was very angry with Persis for drawing attention to him. He knew why she was doing it too, to increase the mysteriousness of her coming, trying to make herself seem as unattainable as possible. He hated her. Persis turned at smirked at him; he glared back then looked down at his plate willing himself to become invisible. "Aren't you happy to see me Brandon? Father sends his love," she whispered under her breath ensuring that no one else could here her. "Father loves no one but himself, and no I am not happy to see you, I thought you were going to Durmstrange." He kept his voice low as well, he preferred that people not know that he knew Persis from elsewhere, then they might start asking him annoying questions. He looked carefully around the table hoping no one was watching him and caught the glare of Draco Malfoy he hated that bastard too. Damn it Persis why could not you have sat next to Malfoy, he thought, he would at least appreciate the attention, Draco craved attention like oxygen. Persis laughed at Brandon's reply, he was always like this a moody little baby who whined all the time of never being loved. Persis knew what it was like not to be loved and she hated Brandon because he had a father who did love him, just could not spend time with him now not with the preparations that had to be handled very carefully. What a brat she thought, looked over at Draco who was scowling at Brandon, caught his eye and smiled at him. Draco looked down at his plate and pretended to ignore her.