Author's Note- My first Harry Potter fic and I don't know how good it will be. I would love input from all the readers, I would even like a 'I read this.' Just so I know that someone if reading this. I usally write Buffy, Charmed, Alias, and Lord of the Rings, if you want to check those out too. So read and review!
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Desiree knew who she was, she had always known. But each day she told her self that she wasn't. Wasn't what someone may ask her and she would simply answer a Riddle. It was the truth. She was a Riddle. Her real name was not Desiree Hope Falcon it was that belonging to her father; Desiree Hope Riddle. It had always been a problem knowing what was that of the world that her father had so very wanted to distroy. She knew why he did what he did, he did for revenge, revenge for what she would never say. But yet even though the world outside thought of her father, he mother still loved him dearly. Charity Falcon, Desiree's mother, loved Tom Riddle more than the world itself, yet she did nothing or say anything that would tell anyone that she was still in love with the man who brought death where ever he went.
A letter came this morning. THE letter came. She would wait for it each year, and it would always come. But she would never answer. Hogwarts was a place her mother hated much. Desiree never was alowed to go, and this year 16-year-old Desiree held the fragile letter as if she could die if it was nearly crumbled. She would be in 6th year, and she knew just as much as any of the other students. Her mother had tought her more than that of the Hogwarts boundrys. She knew more than her mother, yet she hid her power more each and every day, for if the ministry located her magic, she with out hiesitation would kill her in seconds. Desiree knew this and played dumb.
"Desiree I know what you have PLEASE give it to me!" Her mother, her only friend, yelled at her from the other room. Her mother had this secret creepy thing that told her that Desiree had something or did something. Parents, I bet that all have psyic powers; than again my parents kinda do!
"I WANT to go!" Desiree had just as much power as her mother, if not more. And usally in fights about usaual stuff Desiree would win, but when it came to Hodwarts, Charity was always right.
Charity Falcon came into her only childs room. She looked just like she did when she was her age; unnatural blonde hair that rarley was seen on someone older than the age of 5; then the petite body, yet anyone who even tried to mess with ither of them would be beaten the ground and be left for the Damned; her fragile features, she looked like a china doll, so soft and light. But there was the one thing that Charity saw Tom in in their daughter, her black eyes, they were actully very VERY dark brown, but to anyone they looked black as night.
"Desiree, baby, you don't want to go there," Charity said this in her most sweetest and calmest voice she could use. Her eyes pleaded with Desiree's.
"No, mom that's what you don't want, I really want to go, PLEASE," Desiree did the same as her mother and looked at her as if she were going to die, "Please."
Charity looked at her daughter's eyes and for a moment saw the same eyes Desiree's father would use on her. Charity longed for Tom to be here, to watch their daughter grow, but he changed, yet deep down inside Lord Voldemort, Tom Riddle was there, her Tom was there.
"Alright, Desiree, but know that Hogwarts is alot different than it is here, and it will bring back many pains to both you and me."
Desiree didn't know what just happened, did her mother, the leader of the anti-hogwarts people, just allow her to go to Hogwarts? She did! Desiree jumped up and squeezed her mother in the tightest hug she had ever given! Charity smiled, even though in her eyes were fear and sorrow.
~London, Privet Drive~
Harry Potter woke with a jolt. He clutched his hand over his scar. His head pounded with hate and vengence. What had he seen? He couldn't figure it out! A girl, who was coming to Hogwarts. She was gorgeous, but where had he seen those eyes? And why had he dreamed of her? It made no since.
Harry got out of bed and recored his dream. He'ld been doing this since last year, and he found it helpful. But still Harry wanted to know why he was dreaming of that girl. Something big was going to happen with her, and Harry wanted to know what.
Harry took his mind of THAT girl and took out a blank piece of paper and started a letter to Ron and Hermione. But that girl with blonde hair didn't once leave his thoughts.
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Author's Note- Please Review! Just a simple 'I read this' like I said earlier, I would like, but I except suggestions, critcisim, flames, advice, praise, what-ever! PLEASE REVIEW!
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Desiree knew who she was, she had always known. But each day she told her self that she wasn't. Wasn't what someone may ask her and she would simply answer a Riddle. It was the truth. She was a Riddle. Her real name was not Desiree Hope Falcon it was that belonging to her father; Desiree Hope Riddle. It had always been a problem knowing what was that of the world that her father had so very wanted to distroy. She knew why he did what he did, he did for revenge, revenge for what she would never say. But yet even though the world outside thought of her father, he mother still loved him dearly. Charity Falcon, Desiree's mother, loved Tom Riddle more than the world itself, yet she did nothing or say anything that would tell anyone that she was still in love with the man who brought death where ever he went.
A letter came this morning. THE letter came. She would wait for it each year, and it would always come. But she would never answer. Hogwarts was a place her mother hated much. Desiree never was alowed to go, and this year 16-year-old Desiree held the fragile letter as if she could die if it was nearly crumbled. She would be in 6th year, and she knew just as much as any of the other students. Her mother had tought her more than that of the Hogwarts boundrys. She knew more than her mother, yet she hid her power more each and every day, for if the ministry located her magic, she with out hiesitation would kill her in seconds. Desiree knew this and played dumb.
"Desiree I know what you have PLEASE give it to me!" Her mother, her only friend, yelled at her from the other room. Her mother had this secret creepy thing that told her that Desiree had something or did something. Parents, I bet that all have psyic powers; than again my parents kinda do!
"I WANT to go!" Desiree had just as much power as her mother, if not more. And usally in fights about usaual stuff Desiree would win, but when it came to Hodwarts, Charity was always right.
Charity Falcon came into her only childs room. She looked just like she did when she was her age; unnatural blonde hair that rarley was seen on someone older than the age of 5; then the petite body, yet anyone who even tried to mess with ither of them would be beaten the ground and be left for the Damned; her fragile features, she looked like a china doll, so soft and light. But there was the one thing that Charity saw Tom in in their daughter, her black eyes, they were actully very VERY dark brown, but to anyone they looked black as night.
"Desiree, baby, you don't want to go there," Charity said this in her most sweetest and calmest voice she could use. Her eyes pleaded with Desiree's.
"No, mom that's what you don't want, I really want to go, PLEASE," Desiree did the same as her mother and looked at her as if she were going to die, "Please."
Charity looked at her daughter's eyes and for a moment saw the same eyes Desiree's father would use on her. Charity longed for Tom to be here, to watch their daughter grow, but he changed, yet deep down inside Lord Voldemort, Tom Riddle was there, her Tom was there.
"Alright, Desiree, but know that Hogwarts is alot different than it is here, and it will bring back many pains to both you and me."
Desiree didn't know what just happened, did her mother, the leader of the anti-hogwarts people, just allow her to go to Hogwarts? She did! Desiree jumped up and squeezed her mother in the tightest hug she had ever given! Charity smiled, even though in her eyes were fear and sorrow.
~London, Privet Drive~
Harry Potter woke with a jolt. He clutched his hand over his scar. His head pounded with hate and vengence. What had he seen? He couldn't figure it out! A girl, who was coming to Hogwarts. She was gorgeous, but where had he seen those eyes? And why had he dreamed of her? It made no since.
Harry got out of bed and recored his dream. He'ld been doing this since last year, and he found it helpful. But still Harry wanted to know why he was dreaming of that girl. Something big was going to happen with her, and Harry wanted to know what.
Harry took his mind of THAT girl and took out a blank piece of paper and started a letter to Ron and Hermione. But that girl with blonde hair didn't once leave his thoughts.
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Author's Note- Please Review! Just a simple 'I read this' like I said earlier, I would like, but I except suggestions, critcisim, flames, advice, praise, what-ever! PLEASE REVIEW!