Heir to NOWHERE!

Rushed on to the train trying to find an empty compartment, seeing how she didn't want to make any formal introductions. There was only one compartment left completely empty. All the rest were filled completely. Six people could fit in one compartment so she figured she would have to sit with someone. Dylan put my trunk on the overhead compartment and she kept Dr. Evil on the seat next to me. She checked my watch it was 10:55. The train left the station at exactly 11:00, 'maybe I will be able to sit by myself' Dylan thought. She pulled out a book called Lord Of The Rings and began to read from where she left off, but she made sure my hair was in my face. Right when her long finger went to turn the page the compartment door slide open. Dylan didn't look up.

"Err. Can we sit here. All the other compartments are filled-"started a boy. Dylan nodded then pulled her wand out of my back pocket

"Leveoisa" she said to the tank then gently set it on the ground. Dylan still refused to look up. They all sat down. Now her compartment was filled. 6 people crammed together.

"So...what's your name?" asked a girls voice. It was pointless and Dylan knew it. She put down her put and looked up.

"Dylan" she said plainly.

"Oh. Hello. I'm Hermione Granger." She said. The girl with the bushy hair that Hagrid knew.

"I'm Ron Weasley" spoke up a boy next to Hermione.

Next to him a another redhead said "George Weasley"

Then the boy next to the compartment door on Dylan's side, "Fred, if you cant tell Weasley"

Then the boy next to her, "Harry Potter". Dylan's heart sank, 'Oh God! Why next to me'

"You look familiar" said Harry. Ron and Hermione nodded in agreement. Dylan wanted to say 'Of course I look familiar you TWIT! You just defeated my father oh 5 time!' but Dylan replied.

"Err. I was at the Triwizard Tournament" she replied simply.

"Oh. How old are you?" asked Fred.

"15" Dylan liked to keep her answers short.

"Since when?" asked George.

"Err. July 31st" They all looked stunned.

"That's Harry's Birthday" said Ron. 'OH. That's weird! Maybe my dad blew up his family cause he stole my birthday?!' Dylan thought. Not to get Dylan wrong she HATED her father, but she thought it was kind of funny.

"Does Dylan have a last name?!" asked Fred and George.

"Err.-" but Dylan was interrupted.

"I know her Last name" I jumped up.

"Malfoy!" Of course how could Dylan NOT know Malfoy, his dad is a Death eater. "You say the name you DIE!"

"Touchy, touchy!" he smirked. "I know your last name that's all...Oh isn't that cute your sitting with Potty, Weasels and a Mudb- " But Dylan stopped Malfoy with a punch to the eye. He stumbled and fell, then got back up. "Getting into fights the first day! My, My what would your father say?!" The others watched confused.

"Malfoy, remember whose on top here." Malfoy's face suddenly went pale, Dylan struck a nerve, and Malfoy left. Dylan then sat down, she then picked up Dr. Evil.

"What was that about?!" asked Harry.

"err-" started Dylan.

"You're the girl with the SNAKE!" yelled Ron.

"Err. Yea...Her name is Dr. Evil" Dylan smirked.

"You're the girl with Hagrid! And the girl with the MUGGLE!" yelled Ron.

"Muggle.....Oh. BILLY!...yea" she smirked.

"Billy?" asked Hermione.

"Yes. He's a cab driver, I met him coming home from Diagon Alley." She said.

"Your going out!" asked her Hermione taken aback.

"Eww! GOD NO! he's like a brother! Bad mental image!" said Dylan, while the other shook with laughter, poor Dylan twiched.

"So you just wander around getting into cabs and spilling all about magic!" asked George.

"No! He knew I was a witch, his sister is one!" Dylan laughed.

"Do your parents care?" asked Harry.

"Err. Umm no, my mum is dead and my dad, well he dumped me at an Orphanage." Dylan said bitterly.

"Oh. Sorry." Said Harry.

"No. It's ok' she said playing with Dr. Evil.

"Wait, I still want to know about what happened with Draco "said Hermione.

"Yea, what's so secret about your last name?" asked Ron.

Dylan took a deep breathe, "are you sure?"

"Positive" the whole compartment said.

"Um. Well, I guess you'll find out during the sorting, Promise not to hate me!"

"It's not like your related to Malfoy!" said Ron.

"Worse, Ron, Much worse" they all fell silent.

"Okay my last name is....Don't hate me please! I hate my father he is a sleeze bag! And I personally think he should die-"

"Get on with it, we wont hate you" said Harry.

"Okay...." Dylan took a deep breath, ".....Riddle"

"WHAT!?" all of them exploded.

"Ah!" hissed Dr. Evil.

"See you all hate me! I hate my father, and I'm not like him! He killed my mom and, and he just needs to burn in hell! And I'm sorry Harry about your parents."

They all sat quiet for a moment,

"I should probably go now-"said Dylan getting up. But Harry grabbed my wrist.

"No, I realize it's not your fault." Dylan sat back down.

"So, does that mean your like, his daughter?" asked Ron.

"No, Ron I'm cow who happens to tell Riddles" Dylan said sarcastically.

"really?!" asked Ron

"No not really I really am Tom's daughter" Dylan spat out.

"Tom? Why not..." Hermione then shrugged "Voldemort?"

"Cause he like to play dress up in real wizards clothes, and make up pretty names.

He is simply a 8 year old girl trapped in a demented man's body." Dylan smirked. The compartment filled with laughter.

"Did you know, the OH so POWERFUL heir to Slytherin, is really Muggle born, his father Tom Riddle was a muggle!" Again the cabin was renewed with laughter. The whole way to Hogwarts, we would make jokes, and Harry and Dylan would have conversations in Parsel Mouth. But eventually the train had stopped, and they all headed for a carriage as she headed towards Hagrid.

She was ushered into the head boat with Hagrid. The ride was long and exhausting. The carriage ride, with Ron, Harry and Hermione was even odder.

"I don't trust her," said Hermione.

"Why?" asked Harry confused.

"I don't know, it's just...fishy" agreed Ron.

"Well, I trust her" said Harry, "That's all that matters." Ron and Hermione rolled their eyes.

"You just like her" said Hermione.

"What!" said Harry in disbelief.

"You fancy her, get over it" said Ron.

"I do NOT!" said Harry thinking over the possibility.

"Sure mate" said Ron.

"Any way what house is she going to be in?" asked Hermione.

"Slytherin" answered Ron.

"I think she should be in Gryffindor." Said Harry, again the others just rolled their eyes.

Finally Dylan reached the Great hall after being lectured about some rules and etc., by a woman who went by the name Prof. McGonagall. Dylan was the last in line being the oldest, as they into the Great Hall Dylan was thankful she doesn't blush. All eyes were on her, watching her every move, she kept her head down, and her hair was in face. Dylan waited patiently for the women to call her name. Finally she called the last name, Rebecca Zicca, she was sorted into Hufflepuff. Finally her name was called:

"Riddle, Dylan" yelled Prof. McGonagall. There were a lot of gasps and whispers. She walked up to the sorting hat, and put it on. Then a voice spoke so everyone could hear.

"Ah. A Riddle, I thought I saw the last of you with your father. You know your rightful house, yet you dread going to it. Why child? You must go there, it is where you belong."

'Anywhere but Slytherin' chanted the young Riddle who sat on the stool.' Please'

"I'm sorry it is for the best. You will prevail most in....SLYTHERIN."

There were loud cheers from Slytherin. Dylan got up and quickly walked to the end of the table closets to Hagrid at the staff table. She then put her head down and wished she had never been born. An icy voice next to her spoke up, after Dumbledore's announcements.

"Heir to Slytherin"

She looked up to see Malfoy, "I am Heir to NOWHERE!" she yelled.

"Touchy, touchy" sneered Malfoy, he than got up and left.

"Hi" spoke a voice, Dylan turned and saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes, and a girl with blonde long hair and brilliant green eyes.

"Hi" Dylan said.

"I'm Dan, and that's Mandy" said the boy, "Were the outsiders in Slytherin."

The girl laughed, and Dylan answered, "Dylan, nice to meet you outsiders."

They all laughed, and started to make fun of the other, prissy, rude, annoying, Slytherins. They all became good friends, during that short time during the feast. Partway through the feast, she looked up and saw Harry looking at her, she gave an upset look, but then waved. He then snapped out of his trance and waved back.