AN: Normally this is where all the thank yous go, but I'm short on time so you know who you are.

Disclaimer: I did not in any way, shape, or form help JK Rowling write the Harry Potter books, but I wish I did.

The Riddle House sat on a hill overlooking the village of Little Hangleton; with it's boarded up windows, missing tiles, and ivy. No one had lived in the house in years, not since the Riddle family had turned up mysteriously dead one night. The old gardener who was accused of the murders, had still lived in his old shed by the house; until one day three years ago, some boys found him dead in one of the upstairs rooms.

The police said that there was nothing wrong with the victims in both causes, except for the look of horror on their faces, but nerveless the murder of Frank Bryce had been the talk of town for weeks, as had the murder of the Riddles. Speculations were made, ideas exchanged, and fingers pointed, but a conclusion was never reached. Eventually the talked died and the incidents forgotten.

The house had been labeled cursed ever since that day three years ago, not that it wasn't already labeled as haunted; it was just upgraded. No one in the village dared go near it, but unbenounced to the villagers the house had a new owner.

Tom Riddle was the son of Tom Riddle senor, and Merope Guant, the tramps daughter, and one of the last surviving members of the Riddle family. The night the old gardener was murdered was the night he moved back into the house. Now it played host to all sorts of activities.

Recently Tom's daughter Kat had come to join her father. The old house was like a prison to her, one she would never get out of. Day after day went by, and each day was like hell. Kat was her father's outlet in a way. When something bad happened she would here it, or rather feel it. When he was mad, she got the Cruiatus Curse, when he was happy she got it. It was so post to be her "punishment" for disobeying his orders to return home, but even that wore thin after the first three weeks.

She was aloud to roam the grounds as long as she didn't leave them, and was back in her room by eight. Everyday, she would spend three to four hours learning magic, the basics only. Her father said if she didn't learn magic she was just as bad as a muggle. When it came to her studies, perfection was required and nothing but.

Kat whittled her summer away in this fashion, watching people come go, wondering around the old house, and learning her studies. Every Monday she had charms, with Streamen, Tuesdays were history with Stubben, Wednesdays were magical creatures taught by Greyback, Thursdays were her free day along with weekends, and Fridays were potions taught by Snape, but classes were canceled if her teachers were "unavailable."

Potions and charms were her favorite classes because she got to do something besides stare at a book. So when Friday came around Kat sat patiently in her room waiting for her teacher to come, but Snape never came. Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, twenty minutes passed, thirty minutes passed until Kat finally got sick of waiting and went wondering around.

She was headed up stairs to the old muggle library. It had many old books that had fading yellow pages, but they were still readable, and very interesting. Kat's latest book was on the Egyptians.

On here way up she passes her father's room and couldn't help overhearing the conversation. Intrigued she went into the next room, and found the painting of Merlin, which Kat found out a good number of years ago, had a hole just large enough to look through into her father's room behind it.

When she looked through it she saw Snape and talking to her father. The wall wasn't very thick so she could hear what they were saying. "Severus, so good to see you again." Kat recognized the voice as her father's. "How have you been?"

"Ok, could be doing better, if the blasted Order wasn't looking for me."

"Yes well you won't have to worry about them much longer. Do you know why I called you here?" His voice was still calm, but there was something in it, something that made chills run down Kat's body.

"No I don't but I would love to know."

"It is about Ablus Dumbledore."

"What about Dumbledore, he's dead."

"That's the problem I don't think he is. To many questions are left unanswered."

"Dumbledore is dead, and if you need proofed go talk to Draco and the rest of them who were there."

"Ahh but I have, and they all say the same thing. That they saw Dumbledore die."

"Then why do you think he is still alive Sir?" Snape asked a little annoyed.

"Just a feeling, but it does make a lot of things clear if he wasn't."

"I am no traitor your Lordship. I have always remained faithful to you."

"That is a matter of doubt Severus. If you were truly faithful why did you not try to find me, even in the latter years after suspicion of your "loyalty" would have gone away."

"Because I…"
"Or why did you try to protect Potter all those years," Voldemort continued cutting off Snape. "And why is it out of all my death eaters you are the only one who refuses to let me into their mind. What are you hiding in there?"

" Your Lordship need I remind you that it was I who kept my post all those years at Hogwarts after you were gone, that it was I who got Black to come out of hiding the night he died, that I am the one who for many years now have been feeding you information on the Order, and that I was the one who recently disposed of Dumbledore."

"All admirable accomplishments yes if they were true." Voldemorts voice had gone cold with death. "True you stayed at Hogwarts, but for what reason. Was it because you truly were loyal, or was it because you got room and bored for most of the year, then a nice paycheck and Black. Was it really you who got him to come out of hiding, or his concerned for the Boy that made him go to the Ministry that night. Then of course the spying on the Order, how could I forget? You never gave me a dam good piece of information! But that is all in the past. We must now look to the future." A smile drew on his face, a horrible twisted smile of death. "We all know the truth, and it's time we ended this game."

Kat watched in horror as he father drew his wand and killed her teacher; then she ran back to her room, instead of sticking around to be caught. That's what is going to happen to me, she thought if I stick around here much longer.

AN: Hehehe it was so much fun writing this chapter. I liked killing Snape. You all should know the drill by now. R&R