Dear Daddy,

I'm sure you figured out that I was accepted to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.
Today is my first day. I'm a witch, Dad! Can you believe that? Did you know that? Of course
you did. You wore all of those funky wizard robes.

Guess what? I went shopping for my first time yesterday! It was so much fun NOT! Everyone was staring at me. It was humiliating.

I saw two boys that I really wanted to make friends with, but they automatically blocked me out. One of them pointed his wand at me. I know that will worry you, but please don't worry about me. I'll be ok, even if I'm on my own.

Ollivander has an extreme fear of me. I managed to buy my wand from him eventually though. Hopefully that wand did choose me and doesn't harm me. I'm being funny. Stop giving me that look.

This is my owl delivering this note to you. Her name is Nadeen. I would love to hear back from you.

Please don't be mad at me. I love you Daddy.

Maybaleen.

I sent Nadeen off at once. Sever...Professor Snape would likely take her from me if he ever caught me. I needed to send that letter. It was important to me. Dad was there for me. I needed him to know I was safe.

I was still confused by everything. I was a witch and I was raised as a human. Dad kept me locked in our house. Omitting a swing set, he gave me no toys. He wanted me to have no part in this magical world. I had a mother and I couldn't even know her name. Was she evil? Did she not want me? Maybe she was still alive, but left Daddy and that's why he never talked about her. That had to be it!

My life was now a complete mess as you can see. Wasn't it always a mess? I wasn't normal. Everyone at Diagon Alley seemed to know each other. How was I ever going to fit into this world?

A knock came to my door. It had to be Severus. He must be coming to collect me and my things for Hogwarts. An excited smile covered my face. I couldn't wait.

I pulled open the door and my entire body froze. Owls were some fast!

"Maybaleen Lillian Riddle!" Dad spoke my name loudly and grabbed my wrist tightly.

Before I could say anything he was pulling me out of the hotel room. I reached back with my free arm to the desk. I managed to grab some parchment, but my wand toppled over on to the floor. There was absoloutely nothing I could do.

"Dad!" I gulped when I saw four bodies against the wall.

At first he didn't seem to care. I didn't think he was even going to stop.

"You're a wizard, Daddy. You have to do something. Help them!" I cried out.

"It's too late." He said when he looked down at them. "But it's not too late for..." He trailed off when we heard foot steps. suddenly he disappeared without me.

What? There were four murders and my father just left me here with their corpses? I swear I nearly broke a tooth when I clenched my teeth together.

When the old wizard I first met walked up to me I quickly said, "I didn't do it!"

"I know." He told me as a grim look covered his face. "C'mon now. I'll take you to King's cross. Professor Snape appears to be busy." He wrapped an arm gently around my shoulders and led me away from the hotel Professor Snape brought me to.

A horrified look covered my face. "You're going to leave the bodies here?"

He shook his head and explained that someone would be taking care of them. I wasn't sure if I could trust this wizard. I didn't know anything about him, not even his name. Maybe he murdered these poor people. Maybe he would murder me next.

"I want Dad. I want to go home. I don't want to go to this school. I want nothing to do with any of you!" I rambled.

One of the boys I saw the other day walked over to us. I looked at him. I was completely unsure of what to do so I took a step back.

"I...I'm Harry Potter." He introduced himself as he ruffled his black hair before holding out a hand.

I slowly took his hand in mine. "I'm Maybaleen Rid..." I trailed off. Was I going by Riddle or Riddens?

"dle." Harry finished for me with a slow nod. "I'll take her to King's Cross. Hermione and Ron can't stop arguing."

The old wizard looked at him unsurely. Why would he be worried about Harry showing me around? None of this made any sense to me. I wouldn't hurt anyone! I just wanted to fit in.

The boy smiled at me. He looked at me through his emerald green eyes as I stared into his through my emerald green eyes.

"Very well." The man, who went by Professor Dumbledore, said. "You two better get on your way. You can't be late for your sorting Miss. Riddle and you can't be late again, Mr Potter." He grinned at Harry before he nodded and walked away.

Harry moved from one foot to another. He was very timid. Was something wrong with this kid?

"Are you alright?" I asked out of concern.

He looked around me at the dead bodies. "Fine." He answered, not looking back at me for a moment. "Just fine." He repeated before leading me away from the hotel. "You had nothing to do with those deaths?" He asked as if I was a suspect.

I stepped around him. "Yea," I said as I looked up at him. "I killed four people, Harry. You better dial 911 before you're next." I told him before I tried to get away from his stupidity.

He grabbed on to my left arm quickly. "911?" He asked in complete confusion.

"Do you know of a better number?" I crossed my arms. My anger was not something anyone wanted to deal with.

Harry gawked at me. "Does your father let you use a telephone? A muggle appliance?" He asked in complete shock.

"What's a muggle?" That word was definitely not in any dictionary I crossed. At least not to my knowledge.

Harry stared at me and his mouth fell open. This boy honestly needed serious help.

I walked off on him. I needed to grab my wand and my brand new purse from the hotel room. I shook my head of red hair. Me being blamed for killing someone was funny enough, but hearing made up words like Muggle was just plain weird.

"Did he raise you as a muggle? Er...sorry. If he did then you wouldn't have heard that word. A muggle is someone who is not a witch or wizard." Harry explained when he followed me. "Your father did some horrible things." I snatched my purse off the floor and turned to face him.

"What things?" I asked automatically. I prefered when people got straight to the point.

"Well, for starters, he killed my parents." I looked at him. I didn't stare or make any sign of being shocked. "He killed Neville's parents too. You'll meet Neville at Hogwarts. Do you see those bodies right there?" I slowly nodded. "I can guarantee you that he killed each one of them too." He promised me.

Daddy locked me in the house. He didn't let me have any friends. He didn't want me going to Hogwarts. He kept me away from everyone, except for his employees. He kept my... "Mum..." I whispered as my eyes went wide.

"Who is your mum?" Harry asked, suddenly curious himself.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know." I said very quietly. "I never met her. I...I think..." I trailed off. "Harry...I wish I knew her. He won't tell me her name even. Maybe they faught."

"He doesn't fight, Maybaleen. He kills." Harry said bluntly. He surprisingly slid his fingers through mine and gave me a look that told me I was going to get all the answers I was looking for.