My alarm blares, waking me from my sleep. My dark green room, I created with magic, was dark because of the black blinds, covering the window. I slip out of my soft emerald sheets, and open it, a small bit of light comes in, but not much since the clouds cover the sun.
I grown when I realize it's my first day at a muggle high school. I don't know what I'm soposed to do in muggle school, but I guess its worth a try. Who knows, maybe I'll get lucky and make a friend or two.
Thinking of the word 'two' brings up memory's of last night. What did they mean by ' she is Five after all, with our without her memory's'? If I'm really this 'Five' person then who would've taken my memory'? Surely they must've been mistaken. They said that Dumbledore took me and erased my memory. They have to be delusional.
They're not! They're telling you the truth, be a real Slytherin and face it! You are a Riddle. An unknown voice speaks. I look around, but no one is here. You won't be able to see me. As far as your concerned, you could be going insane. It continues, taunting me.
'Who are you?' I think, hoping what ever it is, can hear me.
Oh, you don't know me, but I know you better than you know yourself. I've been with you since birth. I've just... stayed quiet. It hisses. I just now realize, what ever it is, it's speaking in posaltounge. You are smart my dear Quinn. You know, your father is awfully worried about you. Don't you think you should pay him a visit? I'd be only fair, seeing as you haven't seen him in years.
'Don't tell me what to do! And I am paying him a visit! I'm in his house right now.' I think, with so much hatred I see red.
Oh dear Quinn, you know he isn't your father. Stop trying to deny it Five. Your the Dark Lord's daughter and you betrayed him long ago. Now you run with a tougher croud. One you were made to be in. One you were chosen for. One you became part of when you all found your... abilitys.
'You mean magic?'
Oh no, something a lot more powerful than normal witches magic, Five.
You are the inferno!