What do you do when an earthquake nearby scared you to death at 3.30 am and you can't sleep anymore? You wait for the second earthquake to pass and when the situation seems stable, post a new chapter to keep your mind off the fear.

Pray for Italy and for all the victims of this last tragedy.


Finally the day to confront her father had come. Not only she was tired of waiting for him to acknowledge her existence, tired of being forced away from her family, of being forbidden to step foot in her home. She was fed up with that shit. If he didn't want to deal with the situation, she would force him then. She was not scared.

Additionally she needed to find out what was wrong with the man, the reason for his apparent insanity that in the last war was not there, or at least not so pronounced. She came to discover that everyone in the wizarding world was a little insane, each having their own brand of it.

Her father though had gone past the line and she needed to fix him.

Blaise insisted on coming with her to watch her back, she didn't say it out loud but he knew that she was relieved that she would not be alone when finally coming face to face the man.


Dressed ready to duel they met up in the floo room at nine sharp in the evening ready to leave.

When Alya stepped in the room he was already there. Wearing black dragon hide trousers, a very tight black t-shirt that clung to his muscles and a calf length dragon hide dueling robe that was more resembling of a sleeveless muggle leather trench coat. He looked incredibly handsome and dangerous, giving off the whole 'tall, dark and mysterious' vibe.

He was looking at her, staring more like, transfixed by the sight. She was wearing tight dragon hide pants too that clung to her curves, a black corset with red lining that made her waist look tiny and her breasts bigger. Not that she needed it, in Blaise's opinion her boobs were perfect, not too big, not too small, just the right size to cup in his hands. Not that he got to be so 'friendly' with them yet. The pendant he gave her was shining brightly just above the swell of her breasts, like an omen of blood .

Over the corset she was wearing a coat similar to his one, just shorter. It was form fitting on top and flared at the waist to stop at mid tight.

"Merlin, are you trying to kill me, woman?" he breathed, trying to subtly adjust his pants.

"I don't know what you're talking about, dear" she smiled coyly, making him groan.

She giggled before walking closer "Are you ready to go, lover boy?"

"Yes, let's go before I change my mind and ravish you" he said, making her falter in her step and blush madly.

They were both still added to the wards of Malfoy Manor, so they were able to apparate right into the foyer. Never mind that they were respectively sixteen and fifteen and should not be allowed to apparate alone, let alone know how to do it.

"You know" Blaise said looking around, hands in his pockets and rocking back and forth on his feet "I've always felt like visiting a museum when I came to see Draco, one foot out of place and a caretaker comes shouting at you"

Alya giggled "You're not the only one. I've always been afraid to break something"

"Well.. where to?" he asked

"I have no idea where he might be. Let's just wander until we find someone" she shrugged

"Lead the way, m'lady"

"And here I thought chivalry was dead" she commented

"Oh, it is. I just want to stare at your arse" he admitted mock seriously, a mischievous grin adorning his features.

"Pervert" she muttered.

"All men are, dolcezza" 'sweetheart' he answered shamelessly with a shrug.


"Intruders!" a female's voice screeched to their left "How dare you infiltrate the Dark Domain!"

"Figures we had to stumble into the crazy bitch" Blaise grumbled. They had barely left the foyer too, being still in the main hall of the manor.

Alya raised an eyebrow at her Aunt, quite curious to see how far her insanity went and what she would do.

"I will not let you leave here alive" she promised "No, ickle spies like you should be punished"

"Really?" Alya said bored. She was quite temped to yawn just to make her mad.

"Crucio!" the girl easily sidestepped the curse "How dare you mock me, you little bint! I will torture you so badly you'll wish to die! You scum! Crucio! You're going to die, you and your filthy parents! Filth shouldn't be allowed to reproduce. Crucio! Stay still, mudblood!"

Blaise, who had leant back against the wall to enjoy the show, wanted to snort at the witch's stupidity. Plus, she was making Alya angry.

"Trash like you shouldn't be allowed to use magic! Your mommy should have drowned you at birth before doing a favor to humanity and kill herself. No worries though, Bella will do that for you. I'll kill you, then I'll kill your whore of a mommy, and your daddy too.. until there are no more mudbloods! Crucio!Crucio!"

"If you're quite done" Alya said in a velvety cold voice "I'm quite tired of you speaking badly about me and mine"

"Oh? What is the ickle mudblood going to do?" Bellatrix mocked "Run behind Dumbledore and wait for him to save the day?"

"No. I am much more efficient than that." She replied with a shark smile "Bombarda" she whispered.

The curse impacted violently with the woman's arm, blowing it up from shoulder down. She hadn't been expecting the girl to fight, they usually cowered and died.

Bellatrix screamed like she never did in her life. Her anguished cries echoing within all the Manor and alerting its inhabitants of danger. Soon everyone was running through the halls towards the entrance.

Voldemort, Lucius, the Lestrange brothers, Dolohov, Grayback and Draco were the first to arrive on the scene. Of all they could expect it was not to see such a sight. Bellatrix was crying and screaming clutching the stump on her shoulder. In front of her, a dark haired witch lazily confronting her. She was excluding such power and confidence, the men couldn't help but compare her to a vengeful Goddess.

"Crucio" the young woman whispered in her silky voice. Bellatrix fell on the floor hard, screaming even louder.

Voldemort was impressed, whomever that woman was she must have been incredibly powerful, Bellatrix was able to stand his own crucios after all.

Lucius and Draco were torn between surprise seeing the girl they knew so well in such a dark light, and fear for the older man recognizing more than ever the resemblance with her father, and awe for the younger one who admired her show of strength.

Alya removed the curse, feeling her ears ringing from the shrill screams but giving no evidence of it.

"Let make something clear, shall we?" she spoke "First of all, I am no mudblood. Second, the next time I hear you speak of my carrier, I shall cut off your vile tongue with my bare hands"

Grayback smiled, he liked this girl. She had style.

"You go around, bragging about who you are, like everyone should know and fear your name" she continued slowly circling around the fallen woman. Stalking her, like the prey she was.

"But the real question is" she drawled stopping in front of her again and looking down at her face "Do you know who I am?"

Silence greeted her question.

Alya narrowed her eyes. "I asked you a question, bitch!" she sneered pressing her heeled boot to her wounded shoulder, earning a new round of anguished screams. "Well?"

"N-no" the woman whimpered

"I'm feeling gracious today. So I will tell you who exactly I am" Alya smiled gently, scaring her even more.

Letting out a wave of her magic –she might as well give a good show since she already gained a public- she introduced herself.

"I am Alya Mira Black Riddle Slytherin" she introduced herself, standing tall and proud. Her eyes glowing in their strange cobalt violet color; the stone on her neck glowing right along with her magic thirsty for blood to be spilled again.

Bellatrix, along with everyone else who didn't know about her, gasped, not believing that this terrifying teen was related to their Lord and awed by her person.

Feral smile still in place she turned towards the group "Good evening, Daddy Dearest." She greeted the Dark Lord Voldemort "How are you this fine evening? Did you enjoy the show?"

Voldemort wanted to deny having a daughter, he wanted to curse this cheeky witch to hell and back. Only he couldn't deny anymore.

Just by looking at her clearly you could see the uncanny resemblance with the young handsome and charismatic Tom Riddle. She was a female version of himself, with the striking Black traits adding to her beauty. The power that kept rolling out of her in waves had the familiar tint of his own magic, of the Slytherin line.

Voldemort found himself forced to face the truth. The girl he had ignored for a year was really his flesh and blood.

"Congratulations, cara. You managed to render a Dark Lord and his inner circle speechless" Blaise applauded, seemingly appearing from the shadows, startling all of them.