Harry gave me a weird sense of safety. I couldn't understand it. This boy told me only an hour ago that my father murdered people. That would explain why everyone looked at me strangely at Diagon Alley. Nobody knew of my existence though. I didn't want to go to Hogwarts. I definitely didn't want to go home either. I had no choice in the matter. Where was I safer though? I had no clue.

"Why in the bloody hell are you holding her hand for?" The other boy asked as he ran over to Harry and I. "Mum's been freaking out all morning. I don't think any of the Weasleys are attending Hogwarts if she's really accepted."

I looked at the red head. "Maybaleen Riddle." I introduced myself, as I took my hand from Harry's and held it out to this boy.

The boy fidgeted and looked towards a group of people, who all had the same hair as his. I could only assume they were his family.

"Ron Weasley," He grumbled at last. He didn't take my hand. It was clear he was only doing this because for some reason his friend was talking to me. "We need to get on the Hogwarts Express."

"Harry!" Came a cheerful girl's voice.

I looked towards her. She was short and looked super friendly. She looked my age too. Perhaps this girl could be my first friend. She had wavy hair like my own. I wanted to get to know her and everyone else so bad, but that thought was suddenly interrupted. A boy pushed her right out of his way.

"Draco Malfoy." He introduced himself without any hesitation. "These are my friends, Greg and Vincent. It is a pleasure to meet you May." He gave me a smirk that I really didn't care for.

"It's Maybaleen." I corrected him with a harsh tone of voice. I made my voice casual again and said, "these are hopefully my friends, Harry and Ron." I nodded to each of the boys. "We should all hang out some time." I offered friendly.

The young girl bit her bottom lip to stop herself from bursting into giggles. "Ginny Weasley don't forget." She said as she stepped forward.

"Arthur!" The woman I guessed was her mother shouted at her husband. "You're going to stop them from going or talk to Albus aren't you?" She asked obviously upset.

"She was raised as a muggle, Mrs. Weasley. She says she had no clue about what her father did." Harry informed everyone.

"She was raised as a muggle was she? The dark lord raised his daughter as a muggle when the one thing he can't stand is muggles and muggle born?" She shook her head in disbelief. "She's her father's daughter. I can see it just by looking at her!" The woman said in complete disgust.

I stared at the woman. I wanted to break down into tears. How could she say those things about me? "Umm...I'm Maybaleen Lillian Riddle." I introduced myself fully. "I have heard that my father is...an evil wizard?"

Nobody replied to that. Everyone was staring at me. I was getting frightened by the way they all looked at me when I spoke. I wanted to run away, but I had nowhere to go. I wanted to trust Daddy, but I couldn't now. He might have killed many.

"Lillian?" Harry finally spoke. "Lillian is...I mean was my mother's name." He said quickly as though he never asked anything.

Mrs. Weasley looked down at me strangely. It was like she was taking in my appearance.

"You better all cross the barrier." Arthur suddenly informed the lot. "C'mon now. I think we've made her uncomfortable enough." He said as he hussled everyone forward to a brick wall. I stared ahead. What was expected of me now? "You go first Maybaleen. On the count of three I want you to run straight ahead with your trunk. Don't look back. Just keep racing through." He said with a kind smile.

"I know you might not like me, but do you honestly have to kill me?" I was completely baffled. This man seemed alright until now. He wanted me to run straight through a brick wall?

The man's laugh was friendly. He shook his head at me and reassured me that no one was going to die going through there.

"I'll go first." Harry offered as though he did this a million times before. I watched as he ran through and dragged his trunk behind him.

"RON!" Mrs Weasley shouted when he followed Harry. She ran after her son.

"I'm going to school with Volde..."

"Don't say that name!" Mr Weasley told his excited daughter before nodding to the two of us. "You can go next, Ginny." He said.

I stood back and watched as each of his children ran through the barrier. They all seemed to glide through. I was certain that wherever they ended up they were now bruised severely and had blood all over them.

"Now, Miss Riddle, that leaves us to talk." Mr. Weasley said as he turned to me.

First he wanted me to go. Now he wanted me to miss the train? This man was confusing me!

"I'm just going back home. Does that reassure you?" I never bluffed. I walked off without looking back. He didn't stop me. He couldn't have stopped me if he tried. Molly or Mrs. Weasley made it clear that she didn't want her children going to school with me. Clearly that idiot Draco was the only one that would openly welcome me to his gang without any thought to it.

I walked a great distance from King's Cross before I found an alley. I raced down it with my trunk. I let my back hit the stone wall behind me and slid down to the ground. For the first time in years I broke down. I sat there on the pavement and I cried my eyes out. I didn't even bother trying to hold it together. I couldn't this time. I thought I could be friends with that group. I had no friends though. Not one of them came back for me, not even Harry. I was Tom Riddle's daughter. Apparently that was a crime.

"Judgemental bastards!" I muttered before I felt something fluffy beside me.

I nearly jumped out of my skin. What the...

I quickly turned around. I giggled for the first time in awhile. The most beautiful black dog panted beside me. I lifted my hand to pet him. I hesitated for a minute unsure if he would like that, but figured he would when he leaned his head down. "Please don't..." I started to ask him not to leave. He didn't have any plan to apparently though, because he laid down right there beside me. This dog trusted me more than anyone at that moment. I decided he was a boy, because it was quite evident. I sat there and rested my head on the wall. Eventually my head slid down to the dog's back and I fell asleep.