The name rang a bell, but she couldn't think of where she'd heard it. The man named Lucius waited patiently for an answer. She just then noticed the walking stick he held. The top had a silver serpent's head on it. It creeped her out.
"Yeah, so that's who he was?" she asked, unsure about what she should have said.
"Yes, he was a very powerful wizard. You look exactly like him when he was your age. Though," Lucius looked at the Gryffindor patch on her robe. "He was in Slytherin."
"So why do you want to talk about him. He's dead just like my mother. He's nothing."
Lucius raised an eyebrow. "She may be dead but he is not. Now if you will excuse me, I have somewhere I need to be. I will see you soon, Ashley Riddle." And he walked off.
-----
Ashley couldn't stop thinking about what Lucius Malfoy had said. She was supposed to be doing a report for History of Magic but couldn't concentrate. It was late so she was alone in the common room. She must of fell asleep.
There was a faint sound of someone sobbing coming from behind her but she didn't turn to see who it was. She wouldn't have been able to because of the fog all around her. It made the place she was at seem gloomy even though the sky was a warm blue.
A twig snapped and suddenly there was a man kneeling in front of her. His hair and eyes were the same color as hers but something was wrong with his eyes. Every once in awhile they would flicker red.
"My daughter, I want you to know this. I will return for you someday. I will return to claim you and kill that Potter boy from the prophecy. Then you can join me and become the highest ranking of my Death Eaters." He said quietly in a surprisingly high voice.
She just stared at this man who called himself her father numbly as he kissed her cheek and disappeared in the fog, his robes billowing in a non-existent wind.
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Ashley awoke with a start and realized there was someone standing in front of her. She recognized the untidy black hair and glasses.
"Hello Harry." She said sleepily, stifling a yawn.
"Hi, er, shouldn't you be going to bed?" he asked.
"Yeah, I guess I should. See you tomorrow."
"Goodnight…"
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"So tell me about this game called Quiditch. It sounds intriguing." Ashley asked the next day in Charms class.
They were supposed to review all of the charms they had learned the previous year but Ashley wanted to know about the game. Harry smiled and launched into a fully detailed description of it. She was right it did sound fun.
"Hey! There's an opening on the Gryffindor team! We need a new Chaser. Want to try it?" asked Harry excitedly.
"Sure, but you will have to help me out."
The four friends set out after Charms to the Quiditch pitch to practice. Harry explained that the Chasers job is to try to get the Quaffle, a red ball, into one of the three hoops. It sounded simple enough but Harry also warned her that the opposite team would try to steal the ball to make their own goal. They practiced for like an hour until they called quits. Ashley had no idea how she did.
"You were great!" said Ron. "I only got the Quaffle away from you once. You should try out for the team later! When are the tryouts, Harry?"
"In an hour actually. What do you think? Are you going to try out?"
Ashley blushed. "Sure, why not?"
-----
She ended up making Chaser. It was a good feeling. All of the Gryffindors congratulated her when they got back to the common room. They patted her back and shook her hand and the Weasely twins even gave her a Chocolate Frog.
After awhile the noise settled down and everyone went to his or her dorms to sleep. Ashley sat in one of the armchairs and grinned at the fire that was blazing in the fireplace. She only then noticed that she wasn't alone. Harry sat down in front of her with a sigh.
"You did great. We are definitely going to win the Cup this year." He said.
"Yeah, that would be cool."
Their eyes locked. She was trapped in those green depths and couldn't get out. He finally broke contact and looked away while touching his scar.
"I still can't get over that visit from that Lucius Malfoy guy."
Harry's head shot up. "Lucius talked to you? What about?" he looked serious now.
"My so-called father. I don't know why though. The man's dead. Why do you look so serious, Harry?"
"Lucius is a Death Eater. He works for Voldemort."
Ashley's mouth formed an "O" shape. Harry once told her that Voldemort was the dark wizard that killed many people, including Muggles, as well as his parents and almost him. The name alone sent shivers racing down her spine.
"So who's your father? How would Lucius know anyway?" asked Harry.
"I don't know. He said the dude's name was Tom Riddle, or something."
"TOM RIDDLE!" yelled Harry.
He launched into a story about his second year here at Hogwarts and how he found out that Tom Riddle was actually Voldemort. Ashley was stunned into silence. Memories came flooding back and she once again saw that man kiss her cheek and say that he would return for her.
"My father is Lord Voldemort, the darkest wizard of this time…" she whispered. It couldn't be true.
"That's why you look like him." Said Harry. "And every time our eyes meet my scar hurts."
"I'm tainted!" Tears poured down her cheeks and she ran to her dorm and sank into her soft bed. She cried herself to sleep that night.
"Yeah, so that's who he was?" she asked, unsure about what she should have said.
"Yes, he was a very powerful wizard. You look exactly like him when he was your age. Though," Lucius looked at the Gryffindor patch on her robe. "He was in Slytherin."
"So why do you want to talk about him. He's dead just like my mother. He's nothing."
Lucius raised an eyebrow. "She may be dead but he is not. Now if you will excuse me, I have somewhere I need to be. I will see you soon, Ashley Riddle." And he walked off.
-----
Ashley couldn't stop thinking about what Lucius Malfoy had said. She was supposed to be doing a report for History of Magic but couldn't concentrate. It was late so she was alone in the common room. She must of fell asleep.
There was a faint sound of someone sobbing coming from behind her but she didn't turn to see who it was. She wouldn't have been able to because of the fog all around her. It made the place she was at seem gloomy even though the sky was a warm blue.
A twig snapped and suddenly there was a man kneeling in front of her. His hair and eyes were the same color as hers but something was wrong with his eyes. Every once in awhile they would flicker red.
"My daughter, I want you to know this. I will return for you someday. I will return to claim you and kill that Potter boy from the prophecy. Then you can join me and become the highest ranking of my Death Eaters." He said quietly in a surprisingly high voice.
She just stared at this man who called himself her father numbly as he kissed her cheek and disappeared in the fog, his robes billowing in a non-existent wind.
-----
Ashley awoke with a start and realized there was someone standing in front of her. She recognized the untidy black hair and glasses.
"Hello Harry." She said sleepily, stifling a yawn.
"Hi, er, shouldn't you be going to bed?" he asked.
"Yeah, I guess I should. See you tomorrow."
"Goodnight…"
-----
"So tell me about this game called Quiditch. It sounds intriguing." Ashley asked the next day in Charms class.
They were supposed to review all of the charms they had learned the previous year but Ashley wanted to know about the game. Harry smiled and launched into a fully detailed description of it. She was right it did sound fun.
"Hey! There's an opening on the Gryffindor team! We need a new Chaser. Want to try it?" asked Harry excitedly.
"Sure, but you will have to help me out."
The four friends set out after Charms to the Quiditch pitch to practice. Harry explained that the Chasers job is to try to get the Quaffle, a red ball, into one of the three hoops. It sounded simple enough but Harry also warned her that the opposite team would try to steal the ball to make their own goal. They practiced for like an hour until they called quits. Ashley had no idea how she did.
"You were great!" said Ron. "I only got the Quaffle away from you once. You should try out for the team later! When are the tryouts, Harry?"
"In an hour actually. What do you think? Are you going to try out?"
Ashley blushed. "Sure, why not?"
-----
She ended up making Chaser. It was a good feeling. All of the Gryffindors congratulated her when they got back to the common room. They patted her back and shook her hand and the Weasely twins even gave her a Chocolate Frog.
After awhile the noise settled down and everyone went to his or her dorms to sleep. Ashley sat in one of the armchairs and grinned at the fire that was blazing in the fireplace. She only then noticed that she wasn't alone. Harry sat down in front of her with a sigh.
"You did great. We are definitely going to win the Cup this year." He said.
"Yeah, that would be cool."
Their eyes locked. She was trapped in those green depths and couldn't get out. He finally broke contact and looked away while touching his scar.
"I still can't get over that visit from that Lucius Malfoy guy."
Harry's head shot up. "Lucius talked to you? What about?" he looked serious now.
"My so-called father. I don't know why though. The man's dead. Why do you look so serious, Harry?"
"Lucius is a Death Eater. He works for Voldemort."
Ashley's mouth formed an "O" shape. Harry once told her that Voldemort was the dark wizard that killed many people, including Muggles, as well as his parents and almost him. The name alone sent shivers racing down her spine.
"So who's your father? How would Lucius know anyway?" asked Harry.
"I don't know. He said the dude's name was Tom Riddle, or something."
"TOM RIDDLE!" yelled Harry.
He launched into a story about his second year here at Hogwarts and how he found out that Tom Riddle was actually Voldemort. Ashley was stunned into silence. Memories came flooding back and she once again saw that man kiss her cheek and say that he would return for her.
"My father is Lord Voldemort, the darkest wizard of this time…" she whispered. It couldn't be true.
"That's why you look like him." Said Harry. "And every time our eyes meet my scar hurts."
"I'm tainted!" Tears poured down her cheeks and she ran to her dorm and sank into her soft bed. She cried herself to sleep that night.