Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, the universe it is in or any of the random names my brother has made up… basically all I own in this fic is Surin and my characters I make up…

A/N: This is a rewrite of my fic daddy's little girl forever, I lost my notes on it so I decided to start a new fic with the basic plot… a lot will be the same but with a new writing style and a new beta reader, not that my old one was terrible. Anyway, I will try to make each chappy at least three pages on size ten font all right?

Oh and all chappies are going to be written in advanced since we all know how good I am at keeping on schedule… I figure that if they're written already I have no excuse to put one up on an almost regular timeline… unless life gets in the way… If you find any awkward sentences or strangely unexplained things please tell me…

Also this is A.U (alternate universe) because the dust bunnies that have taken over for the plot bunnies proclaim it so…

D.J: Beta-ed by me

Pronunciation note: Laerte is pronounced Lay AR Tee.

Thank you: Master Death, D.J, Suzy (go read Daddy Draco, it rules!), Margaret, and of course Sammy… love you all and thanks for your input especially Suzy and D.J.

Also a huge thanks to my best buds Kris and Jess for all the help with my inability to speak proper English (even if I have been speaking it since I was 9 months old…)

Dumbledore had just stood and was about to make his speech to all of the students, new and old when there came a knock at the door of the great hall. The creepy looking caretaker, Filch, walked in. leading a young woman to the headmaster.

Everyone stared as she walked by, she was about sixteen and quite dirty looking. Her hair hung in a long braid, red highlights standing out in the inky blackness that reached half way down her back, her eyes were an icy blue. She was quite pale and was wearing street clothing, a dark blue baggy hoodie and blue track pants to match. She looked like she had just walked out of an alley and into the school, though from the look of her she could've been from anywhere.

"Hello miss, may I ask your name?" Dumbledore inquired as the girl started at the rooftop, into the night sky.

"Surin… what is this place?" She spun around, looking at all of the other people and noticed that they were all dressed in black robes with pointy black hats. "This is a joke right? You've gotta be kidding me, I don't think Laerte would leave me here if she knew what this place was like… Gods be damned…" She muttered to herself as she noticed all of the eyes in the room were on her.

"Professor McGonagall please retrieve the sorting hat, we will get her proper school clothing shortly." The old man replied with a twinkle in his old, blue eyes. Anyone who knew him well knew that the look on his face right now was one of contained excitement and happiness. "I'm sure she will do well here."

As the professor of Transfiguration and deputy headmistress scurried off to go retrieve the hat the young woman stood at the front of the room near the headmaster and stared at all of the students. She couldn't believe that no one would say anything to them. She felt like an animal in a zoo, only worse because not only was she being stared at but it seemed that she was the only normal person in the room.

"Here we go, don't be scared. Sit on the stool and put the hat on your head." McGonagall explained as she brought it back into the room, the young woman seemed apprehensive. McGonagall knew that everything would be explained to her later and that for now she'd just have to play this by ear. She had never seen the name Surin on any of the school lists, past, present or future so she had no way of knowing anything about the young woman.

Surin obediently sat down and allowed the dingy looking hat to be placed on her head. At first it seemed like nothing would happen and the hat was only to embarrass her but after a few minutes she felt a weird sensation in her mind, as if something was poking around.

'Ah, here's a bloodline I haven't seen in a long time.' A scratchy, frightening voice muttered in her mind. The voice sounded masculine but not human and as if it were right in her ears.

Surin physically jumped, not expecting the voice. "What the hell?" She yelled out. She figured that this must be some joke or prank set up to scare her away, there was no one behind her or near her ears.

'Now where to place one suck as yourself? Hmmm… Slytherin would do well, although bravery seems second nature…" The voice continued as the pressure on parts of her mind did too. It was almost like someone poking at her brain from the inside with a stick made to numb.

"What the hell? Who's talking?" She yelled out, panicking at the unknown voice and intrusion into her mind. She was now starting to panic, someone should've warned her about this when her social worker had dropped her off, not only was she far from the place she had called home but she was stuck with a bunch of weirdoes.

'I am the sorting hat, I am on top of your head.' The voice calmly replied, as if nothing unusual was happening to her.

"Hats don't talk!" Surin muttered, not realizing it was aloud. She also didn't notice that no one seemed weirded out by the hat or the weird voice. She couldn't think straight, none of this made sense to her and it seemed like reality had warped itself.

'Now let's get you sorted… hmmm… we could put you in Ravenclaw, you do have smarts… but I think you'd do best in…' Switching to aloud the hat called out its decision. "Gryffindor!"

Everyone at the Gryffindor table sat jaws gapping, they had just gotten a new student who didn't seem to be a first year. Their whole table started gossiping about who this girl could be, she might be a transfer student or a long, lost family member, or even simply a squab.

"Go to that table there dear." McGonagall whispered to her, pointing to the gold and red table that looked decidedly void of food or drink. All of the students at it were whispering to their neighbour.

Surin hurried over and sat right at the end, as far away from everyone as possible until she got sick of the staring of the monotonous faces and moved further in. She quietly sat down in between Hermione and Ginny. She hunched down, trying to disappear so that no one would see her but kept her gaze straight ahead.

"Hi I'm Ginny Weasley, and you are?" Ginny asked politely, trying to get the girl to talk to her.

"Surin," She muttered, ducking her head down quickly and wishing she had never braided her hair today. Normally in a situation like this she'd simply hunch down and duck her head, effectively hiding her face with her long hair.

"Don't you have a last name?" The redhead asked in reply, wanting to get the girl to talk to her and see if she could make a new friend of the seemingly lost young woman.

"Ginny stop pestering her!" Hermione hissed at her friend then turned to the shy new girl. "Hi I'm Hermione Granger and welcome to the Gryffindor house." She made sure not to stare at the girl but to look towards Ginny every few seconds, hoping that would help the new student calm down a bit.

Surin kept her voice quiet, almost a whisper and refused to look up at anyone or anything. "Surin."

Everyone kept staring at her and speculating about why she had came in so late. The teachers were busy talking to Dumbledore so all of the students took the chance to gossip about their vacation and most also tried to catch the new girl's attention, wanting to be the one to know all about her.

"Hey mudblood what are you telling that poor girl?" Draco said, waltzing over to the table and shoving a first year out of his way so that he could lean across the table, his blond hair falling in almost perfect waves.

"To stay away from you." Ginny replied sweetly, glaring at him. "Don't you have something important to do like… plotting how you'll cheat and try to win at quidditch this year?"

"Why would she ever want to do that?" He asked, a maddeningly arrogant smile pasted on his pale face.

"Not everyone is desperately in love with you, you know and I happen to be one of apparently few people who know how to tell a frog from a prince." Surin spoke up, angry at the way this guy seemed to think he could push her around. She actually bothered to look up at him, her eyes even more icy then usual.

"Well if you ever get bored of these losers you're welcome to come to the Slytherin house, we won't turn you out." Draco replied, slinking back over to his table, staring at the girl as he went. He knew something about her seemed off, as if there was an aura of decievement around her. He promised himself he'd find out what it was.

"Let me introduce you to my friends. This is Ron Wesley," Hermione gestured to a red headed boy. "This is Harry Potter," She gestured at a black haired boy with a scar on his forehead. She turned to the girl waiting to hear her reaction.

"Hi." Surin said to them, shyly keeping her eyes down and folding her hands together in her lap."What year are you in?" Ginny asked her, wondering also about if the girl was a transfer from another Wizarding School elsewhere.

"Year?" Surin asked, confused.

Ginny smiled slightly to herself, she had gotten her answer because as far as she knew all wizarding schools went by year.

"Well, how old are you?" Hermione asked, trying to make it easier for their new friend to understand what they were talking about.

"I'm sixteen." Surin replied, not understanding how her age was going to mean anything.

"That means you're in your sixth year with Harry, Ron and Hermione, I'm fifteen so I'm in fifth year." Ginny explained, smiling slightly. She was trying to be helpful along with helping to teach about the ages of their little group.

"So she's a year younger then us." Ron exclaimed sarcastically, glaring at his sister from a little further down the table where the quidditch team sat, discussing their plan for the year.

"Every one, every one quiet!" Dumbledore's voice boomed and all of the student body turned to listen to him. "We will now begin our meal, as was interrupted by our new student. Now everyone, dig in."

Surin gasped as the table suddenly filled with food. "What?" she asked, not understanding how the food could suddenly appear like that, as if someone had control over the very atoms that made up the meal.

"You've never been to a place like this have you?" Ginny asked, fascinated with the lack of knowledge the older teen showed.

Surin shook her head, her braid flying out slightly and almost hitting people sitting tow or three spots away.

"Hermione and myself will help you get set up alright?" Ginny asked, then realizing that she didn't know one of the most important things about their new friend. "And out of interest what is your last name?"

"Riddle, my name is Surin Riddle." Surin replied, wondering why it seemed that important for the redhead to know.

The room fell silent, there was no sound other then breathing.

A/N: Quite a bit like the original… didn't want to completely change it because I still like some of the parts to it…