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Chapter Seven

"I'm Camille." She said shaking his hand.

"You must have a last name." He said with a grin.

"Riddle." She said and when the portrait behind her grasped they turned around.

"Oh my Lady of Slytherin has returned please enter I had no clue it was you." The portrait then swung open.

"There goes me being undercover." Camille muttered to herself.

"So it's true then." Blaise said taking a seat on the couch.

"What true?" Camille asked sitting next to him.

"That the dark lord's daughter has come to Hogwarts." He said with a smirk.

Camille knew she had to play like she was happy about being his daughter. For her mothers sake at least.

"Yeah I could say she has. Now if you could be a dear and point me in the direction of my room." Camille said cheerfully.

"Up the left staircase and last doorway to the right." He said with a shrug and Camille followed his directions.

When she got to her room she found that it was empty. "Thank god." She said lying down on her bed she just wanted to cry.

Camille didn't understand why the charmed ones had sent her here where everyone know that she was the daughter of a killer. The worst part was that the house she got sorted into worshiped the ground her father walked on. She had to live up to that part. She then just let the tears come.


Chris was finally getting settled in his room when he all of a sudden felt like he was sad. He scanned his mind and saw pictures of Camille in a room painted green and silver and she was lying on a bed crying. He decided to orb to her. What he didn't see was that the door of his room opened just as he was orbing and there stood Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

A/N: Please review. I know its short but my stepdad wants me to get off.