None of the Harry Potter characters are mine, most greviously. I own Calliope and the story concept, however. Don't sue, don't steal. I love you.
Many thankz to my beta! Love you darling.
The Werewolf, the Pureblood, the Princess, and the Boy-Who-Lived
Introduction: Concealing Calliope
Calliope Tiffany Riddle was a tall and willowy wisp of a girl with red hair, blue eyes, and the hollowest of cheekbones. She was currently sitting on a queen-size bed in an ivory nightgown reading her father's old yearbook.
"Calli, you had better be in bed." Remus called as he progressed down the hallway. The lamp was blown out and the book hidden under a pillow when Remus opened his daughter's door. "What book was it tonight?" he asked as he sat down on the end of Calliope's bed.
Sirius appeared in the doorway. "Remus, did you take the '87 annual? It's missing from the shelf."
Remus looked at Calliope, who had begun to flush. "No. Did you see it, Calli?"
The sixteen-year-old girl pulled the yearbook from underneath her pillow and handed it to Remus. "How'd she hide it?"
"We've been through this a million times." Sirius said, running a hand down his daughter's hair. "She did a Concealement Charm, but she's still your Aunt Lily."
"And is he my Uncle Voldemort?" Calliope snapped, her eyes darkening. "It's not some damned game! He's inside me, isn't he?"
Remus shoved the annual at Sirius. "You watch your language, young lady." he said softly. "Your father and I raised you. Voldemort happened to create you by raping Lily!" Remus was close to hysterics by now. Sirius dropped the annual and gripped his husband by the shoulders. "But if you'd rather claim him as your father--"
"Remus, stop it." Sirius ordered, giving the too-thin man a slight shake. "That's not what Calliope meant. Let's go get a drink. I'll met you downstairs in a minute, okay?"
After Remus had left, Sirius glared at Calliope. "Do you have to continue doing this to him? He raised you since birth, Calli. Who else deserves to be your father if it's not him?"
Calliope stared back. "He can't love me." she whispered. "I'm Voldemort's daughter. I was born evil. I deserve to die."
Sirius hugged the redheaded teenager. "Of course he loves you, Calli. I love you. You're our daughter. James and Lily both loved you, too. You're only evil because you're a teenager. Now get some sleep." Sirius picked up his yearbook. "And don't go through people's things without permission.
"'Love you, Daddy."
"'Love you, too, princess."
But after Sirius left, Calliope ran a finger down the words etched into the floor between her bed and the wall.
"See?" she whispered to the darkness. "I am evil."
I don't give a damn
What you say about that.
-Avril Lavigne "I Don't Give a Damn"
The introduction is ten times shorter than anything else ... I promise!
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