Disclaimer: I own nothing except Amara, but not her ancestry… oh well.

Riddle Me This

Chapter Two-

The long bony hand motioned for the dark haired 15-year-old girl to come closer. Men in dark cloaks and masks surrounded them both. The Deatheaters. They were all staring at her like she was some strange being. The girl took two tentative steps forward before falling to her knees.

"I have come, milord, at your request. I admit I never thought this day would come." The snake-like man smiled, the Deatheaters eyes widened.

"My dear Amara, call me Father or Grandfather. I have called for you because I have heard of your great mind. My daughter and my granddaughter were half-wits, but you…you, my dear, are everything I could ever want." He placed his hand on her cool cheek and looked into her strange snake-like gold eyes.

"You look so much like me in my youth." He touched a strand of her short black hair. Suddenly he stood up and took her arm. "Come Daughter, it is time for your first lesson."

Amara woke before the others. She dressed (still in slacks), and wandered into the common room, which was deserted. Last night was, to say the least, annoying. Pansy seemed to make it her personal mission to make her life a living hell, and the other girls were too scared or too stupid to go against her. Amara wasn't quite sure what Pansy had said, being that she was ignoring her but she was certain it was intended to be insulting.

Amara settled herself into a chair right in front of the fire, which was now only a pile of hot ashes. Sighing contentedly, her thoughts drifted back to her dream. Amara remembered that day clearly. It was the day Voldemort discovered her existence only three weeks after his rebirth.

He gave her the great honor of calling him Grandfather and began to teach her. But as the Second War grew ever fierce, Voldemort decided to send Amara to Hogwarts. She was unsure of his motives and she knew more than even some of the professors did.

'Oh well.' She decided to make the most of it.

Suddenly she was jolted from her thoughts by a presence. She looked up and saw Draco coming down the stairs from the 7th year boy's dormitory. He was in his school robes and he had his bag but he looked anything but ready to learn. His hair was messy and he was yawning widely. Draco didn't notice her and sat right next to her by the fire.

"Ugh, I can't stand her." He said, running his hands through his hair in an attempt to flatten it.

"Who?" Amara asked, her voice low but slightly amused. Draco nearly fell out of his seat.

"Um, nothing, no one."

"Then why say anything at all?" She stood up and walked in front of him. Then she bent over until she was eye level and he was looking right into her enrapturing eyes.

That's when the memories came. They flashed in every direction, ones of Draco as a child, and they progressed into his school days. Amara could feel Draco pulling from her in panic, but he didn't know how to escape. Finally she found the name she was looking for, but before she could leave, a memory caught her interest.

There was a flash of green light, a familiar-sounding scream, and then she saw Draco at his current age, his face smeared with dirt and tears, clinging to a woman with long silvery hair lying lifeless on the ground.

Draco's cry of outrage made Amara come to her senses and pull out of his mind. She blinked, her eyes focused on the present. Draco was sweating, a look of horror in his eyes as he stared at Amara.

He grabbed up his bag and ran from the common room. Amara watched him go, a small part of her wanted to follow him, but most of her didn't. Who was that silver-haired woman? She didn't have time to put a name to a face. She wasn't a master of Legilimency like her Grandfather. She was only fair.

An hour later Amara went the Great Hall of breakfast. The tables were full of laughing students who were either talking with friends or opened packages from their owls of things they had forgotten. When she went to the Slytherin table, she saw Draco nibbling on a piece of toast. His face looked slightly flushed.

Amara's mouth twitched. A wave of compassion came over her. She took one step towards him before she recovered herself and rebuked herself mentally for not controlling her emotional state. She sat down and ate a biscuit. By the time she was finished the Heads and the Professors were handing out class schedules.

Being a 7th year, Amara had a lot of free periods because she only had NEWT classes. She was taking Potions, DADA, Charms, Transfiguration, and Care of Magical Creatures. The other classes she had omitted and after passing the entrance exam the school made her take to prove she was in 7th year with an absolutely perfect, she was allowed to get rid of some extra classes.

Today she had Potions and then Charms in the afternoon, other than that her day was free. Suddenly she felt that same presence she felt earlier. She turned in her seat only to find Draco standing behind her. She stood up and met his gaze. His courage faltered as her eyes met his and they flickered away but he still stood firm.

"Listen, I don't know who you are and quite frankly I don't give a bloody damn. Just stay out of my head." Amara smiled. She could see in his eyes he was lying. He did give damn; he wanted to know who she was.

"Very well Malfoy. I shall avoid the blurb that is your mind." She glanced at his schedule, which was angled her way and saw that he had Potions as well. She held out her hand, motioning to the door. "Shall we?"

He scowled and left, his followers sweeping behind. 'Soon.' She thought. 'Soon they will be following me with fear and reverence in their eyes.'

Professor Slughorn, who was as much like a walrus as humanly possible, taught Potions. The class was small. There were a few Ravenclaws, a few Slytherins, and even fewer Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs.

Amara sat at a table with one Ravenclaw boy, who had dark red hair and dark blue eyes.

When she glanced at Draco he seemed surprised and was talking with a classmate in a hushed, almost annoyed voice. She caught some of it. "I know I haven't seen them, and the teachers won't answer…"

Amara turned to the Ravenclaw boy next to her, who was listening as well, "Who are they talking about?" She asked him.

"You're the new girl aren't you? Amara was it?" She nodded and he continued. "Well Harry Potter and his two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, are missing. No one has seen them and the teachers won't answer us when we ask about them. The word is that they are so furious after Dumbledore's death that they are going after You-Know-Who themselves!" Amara said nothing, as they turned back to Professor Slughorn.

The rest of class went without a hitch. They made a simple potion and her partner was the Ravenclaw boy who was named Jeff Triply. He was easy to work with, and pretty smart as well. He seemed unfazed by her name or he was too nervous to say anything about it, but either way she didn't mind him.

After class she realized the Trio's disappearance was a hot topic in the hallways. Everyone had their own ideas: they were killed, they ran away, but the most popular one was that they had gone after her Grandfather.

Amara found it disturbing and went to her dormitory, which was empty because everyone was in class. She got out a scrap piece of parchment and begun a letter.

Dear Grandfather,

Even though I still don't agree with your decision to send me here I have discovered a piece of information that might be noteworthy to you. Harry Potter and his two friends, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley, known here as the Golden Trio, are missing. They never showed up for start of term and popular belief is that they are coming after you.

Hope things are going okay.

Bored out of my skull and missing your lessons,

Amara Riddle