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A/N: Here's the third chapter

When Krissie turned nine, she began to slowly master spells. It was remarkable how easily she caught on and how quickly she became fascinated with her own power.

But the only thing she couldn't do was the killing curse. It was impossible for her to kill anything.

"Daddy, it's no use. I can't do this!" she complained after her fifth try that day.

"Yes you can. It's easy."

"Maybe for you!"

"It wasn't easy for me at first. But trust me, it gets easier. Just think of it as target, not a living thing."

So she tried again. It's not alive. It's just a target. Nothing more she told herself.

"Avada Kedevra!" she said as loud as she could. The frog's breathing stopped and it deflated and fell limp to the floor.

"Good work."

"Poor frog." She said sadly.

"That's another thing. Don't feel sorry for your victims. They deserved what they got. You'll see that in time."

Krissie nodded but was silent. She realized she hated killing. It was terrible. She got a horrible feeling inside, and knew she couldn't do it again.

"Now let's try with something bigger."

"No."

"What?"

"No. I don't want to. I'm tired. I'm going to bed."

"You don't decide when your training is over!"

Krissie threw the wand on the floor and stomped out of the room.

"Get back here, Kristen!" she heard her father yell. She ignored him. A Riddle never takes orders.

Tom didn't know where he went wrong.

Kristen could very well become an extremely powerful which. He'd given her every opportunity. He'd taught her all she needed to know. He protected her, perhaps too much.

Maybe that's it, he thought, maybe I've sheltered her too much because I don't want anything to ruin this opportunity for her.

He decided to become a bit less protective. Maybe if he gave her some space and let her do things for herself more, she'd be stronger. Physically and emotionally.

Krissie found her mother outside in the flower bed. She knew that no conversation of her secret training could go on in front of her mother. This meant that as long as she was around her mother, her father couldn't get mad at her.

"Hi mummy."

"Hi Krissie." Her mother said cheerfully, "I thought you were with your father."

"I was but I got bored." Krissie said. She sat down cross-legged on the grass and watched her mother tend to the flowers. They had servants to do that sort of thing, but her mum loved to take care of the flowers. Usually, Andy would up, but Krissie didn't see her.

"Where is Andria?"

"Oh, she's inside, with Tommy."

Krissie scowled when her mother looked away. She never got to play with her brother and sister, ever. She was always training or studying. And when she was done, she was too tired to play. It's not fair, she thought, they play all day and have a great time, while I'm stuck in that stupid library.

When they had been younger, before she found out she was a parsel tongue, she got to play more. But even then, a good four hours or more was taken out of her day so her father could teach her spells from his books on dark arts. He always said that dark magic was the key to power.

Sometimes Krissie wondered how her father and mother could've possibly been attracted to each other. They were so different.

She soon lost interest in the garden. Krissie had and attention span of about three seconds sometimes. She decided to find her brother and sister instead.

But as soon as she walked around the side of the house, a hand was clapped over her mouth and her eyes were covered.

She was thrown in a car and heard two men talking quietly while they drove.

A/N: Ooh...cliffy. Please don't be mad…I promise I'll update again soon. I keep getting grounded from the internet which is why it takes so long for me to update. I'll try to be extra-good and not get grounded again until I get the next chapter up, I swear.