A/N: Hellooooo!
mlmary57: I have :) Hope you liked the new chapter, I know I love seeing new readers :)
J.F.C: The reason why was because Tom was hurt and he let Tom stay in bed so that he could relax easier, though it would have been interesting to see Tom's reaction to Katherine's response to Dippet! XD So did I, it was fun writing catty!Katherine, though there won't be much of that version of her in this chapter :( Yes, poor Malfoy. It's a shame that Draco isn't like him :(
" Riddle." Malfoy gave a polite nod to Tom and I knew that Tom must have told him to call him by his surname in public.
" Malfoy." Tom responded, lifting a glass of pumpkin juice from the table beside us. Malfoy did the same.
" To Purity."
" To purity."
They knocked the drinks down and I felt mildly repulsed.
Wasn't being half Muggle a part of our heritage that should be cherished, not hated?
" Could I just-"
" No, you can't leave me." Tom had read my mind. I felt trapped.
Did I have to walk about the room with someone else that Tom could trust?
" However, you may remain here with Abraxus. I need to consult Slughorn about the sudden decision to have us go back to the orphanage during the holidays." His face darkened and Tom left before I could respond.
" Huh." Malfoy smirked at me. " Back again, are you? Thought you'd have wanted to kiss Alphard up-"
" Shut up." I hissed, blushing furiously. Malfoy shrugged lazily and took another goblet of pumpkin juice.
" Love you too."
" Love is not a word that should be abused, least of all by the likes of you." I responded, my voice full of burning acid. Malfoy raised an eyebrow. " Do you want to argue with someone who grew up parentless whereas you had been living your life in the lap of luxury, Malfoy?"
" Abraxus." I waved my hand dismissively.
" Whatever you choose to call yourself." Abraxus looked at me for a second and then looked away.
An awkward silence ensued.
Malfoy drank some more of his juice.
He glanced at me.
" What is it with you?"
" What?"
" I believe the polite term is 'pardon', Malfoy."
" Will you just stop-"
" What? Asking you to stop glancing at me? One would have thought that you have an obsession with me, Malfoy-"
" And so would you if you kept noticing that-"
" Hey, hey, break it up." Alphard interrupted.
" Perfect timing, Alphard." I said, voice dripping with sarcasm as I glared at Malfoy.
He flinched.
" I can see that," He responded, his voice just as dispassionate. " What's going on?-"
" Malfoy would not keep his eyes off me. I find it deeply unsettling. And this is not the first time, either." Abraxus looked at me, his eyes large. I sighed.
Playing innocent, are we, Malfoy?
" I have no idea what you're talking about." Malfoy answered too quickly. Alphard had noticed this and raised an eyebrow before rolling his eyes when his vision caught sight of-
" Look up." He whispered. I did as he commanded.
Mistletoe.
" Oh Gosh." I said, breathlessly. The parasitic plant was growing above not just me, but both of the boys.
Who was I to choose before the enchantment forces me to kiss one of them?
Right at that second, Tom returned, his face full of ire as he had evidently heard the explanation for our absence from Hogwarts. He was just about to grasp my wrist, but his hand could not touch me within a centimetre radius of my body.
" What on-"
" Tom, help me." I pleaded. Tom looked up at the mistletoe once I gestured to it with my eyes. He took a deep swallow.
" I can't." He responded, his voice tight. I was starting to feel as if though I was drugged: the enchantments on the mistletoe was starting to take effect. Tom looked as if though he hated to say this, as he loathed the idea of any other male aside from him having contact with me, but he looked defeated at the same time. " You have to kiss one of them."
I turned around.
I could understand that.
But who was I to kiss?
The boy who made me happy?
Or the boy who made me pity?
The grey eyed boys stared at me in slight worry and anticipation, though Malfoy was showing signs of excitement at the same time.
" I apologise if any of you have a significant other-"
" No." Malfoy interrupted, his eyes shining. Alphard looked a little confused by Malfoy's sudden mood change, but shook his head once he regained eye contact with me.
I sighed.
I'd made my decision.
I leaned forwards toward one of them.
He leaned toward me.
Our eyes closed in union and the last thing I saw were grey eyes.
Our lips met in a chaste but sweet and gentle union.
•••
Tom watched me as I pulled the wooden comb through my hair, his eyes filled with some kind of emotion that I could vaguely link to self resentment and regret. He eventually took a step forward and took the comb from my hand as he undid the elaborate hair style he did only an hour before. He did it in silence and I could feel some kind of other emotion radiating from him too- something like disappointment. My hands lifted of their own accord and gently touched my lips where the grey eyed boy had kissed me only moments before Tom held my wrist and took me from the party. I went with him without complaint until we reached our dormitory, though I could not detect any anger like the last time we'd been at a party.
Tonight we were to speak with Professor Borealis in order to loan some books on music, as my thirst for learning about such beautiful sources of sound was not quenched.
Tom pushed my hand back down to my lap, still not allowing me contact with the one place where another boy had touched me in such a way.
" Tom, are you all right?" I asked, softly. Our eyes met in the mirror before Tom swiftly broke the connection.
" Why wouldn't I be?" He responded, his voice unreadable. He finally placed the wooden comb on the table and placed his hands on my porcelain-pale shoulders.
" You've been acting strange since..." I blushed. I made the mistake of meeting eyes with Tom in the mirror and managed to catch sight of a flurry of red in Tom's eyes. Unwelcome shock filled me and I threw myself out of his grip, but he grasped my dress and the sudden force tore a rip straight through the skirt. I tripped over and fell on the floor, my shoulder being the first to make contact with the cold stone. Despite the shoots of pain, I crawled away as far as I possibly could from Voldemort before finally reaching the corner, placing my back to it and curling up so that my knees were drawn to my chest and my hands were over my head. Voldemort had not moved from his place, but his eyes were still staring fathomlessly at me and I felt exposed- as if though I had done something wrong and was about to get punished for it.
Moments passed and Voldemort walked toward me whilst I tried to burrow myself into the wall.
" Are you going to hurt me?" I asked, my voice thin.
Another pause followed.
" No."
" What are you going to do?"
" Ensure that no one touches my possessions again." Was the hissed response. My anger suddenly sparked and I stood up.
" I am not yours to control!" I shouted. Voldemort glared at me.
" As long as you hold Slytherin blood within you- as long as your heart keeps beating you will belong to me." He spat. He took another step forwards, pushing me further against the corner. He leant in so that his mouth was parallel with my ear and whispered, " As long as your body remains- until it turns into skeleton and the skeleton turns into dust and the dust becomes nothing... You will always be mine." I swallowed hard, fear enveloping me as his whispered convictions were pounded into my mind.
Oh gosh... He's not lying...
" You have no place in my heart, parasite." I attempted to be as intimidating as him, but judging by the look of amusement on Voldemort's- no, Tom's- face, I had failed miserably. I tried to push him away, but he persisted on staying in front of me. " Voldemort, please. Stop it. You are scaring me."
" That's the idea."
" But Tom would never have done this to me. Tom loves me. You are possessive. There is a difference."
" Well." Voldemort smirked. " I'm not Tom, am I?" He tore my dress again, this time going for the off-the-shoulder sleeve.
" Stop it!" The left side of the dress unravelled and I clutched it to my chest.
" Fight me."
I punched Voldemort as hard as I could with my right hand.
He staggered backwards and even I was impressed by my own strength. He clutched his nose, his eyes wide in disbelief, obviously not believing that I, a girl, would punch him. However, he swiftly regained his balance and walked toward the door before clicking it shut.
I collapsed on the bed, my head hitting the pillow.
A single tear fell from my eye and dropped upon the bedding.
Moments later, I was crying.
•••
The next morning was the day that we were to leave Hogwarts. I awoke with bleary eyes before taking note of the fact that I had been moved to the upper bed and that there was another body gently exhaling next to me. I wiped my crusted eyes and propped myself up on my elbows, staring around me. My emerald dress had a tear straight up my right leg and my sleeve on my left shoulder was nonexistent. I could see it lying on the floor near the corner where I had the encounter with Voldemort. Thinking of the man made me turn to Tom.
My brother, as opposed to me, was flawless and dressed in his night clothes, his eyes fully closed and rested. I gently touched his face and he stirred. I froze, afraid of a repeat of the previous night, but Tom did not wake up. Sighing in relief, I climbed down the stairs and dressed in my orphanage uniform before folding up the ruined dress and putting it in my suitcase. I did the same to Tom's clothes, taking out his orphanage uniform and leaving it on the suitcase before leaving the room. I walked toward the dungeon's toilets, thankful that I was able to navigate my way around the gloomy Labrynth. I opened the door and entered the toilets before making a beeline for the sinks opposite me. Having twisted the tap, I ran the water until it turned warm and splashed my face with the water, pleasantly refreshed by the feeling of the liquid on my face. I sighed and placed my hands either side of the sink before looking up at the mirror, almost barely recognising the girl before me.
(A/N: Cue long description that my little sister insisted was lacking from the story)
Before, that girl was gaunt- ironically enough, matching her mother's surname- with dry, lank black hair that hung in waves around her bony face, her body structure skeleton-like and her fingers' phalanges easily seen. That girl had her skin pulled taut against her face and looked quite unremarkable- even ugly- if it weren't for her bright green eyes that were her saving grace. I recognised that skeletal girl as me.
But this girl, the one with skin as pale as snow and yet relaxed as opposed to it being pulled against her skull, was one that I didn't recognise. This girl had her previously pale, chapped and cracked lips transform into healthy and red flesh. Her skin was soft and unblemished and her hair tumbled down her back in thick black waves. Her body showed signs of having reached puberty, but her figure was still delicate (I noted with slight annoyance) and her height had been improved, though she was still small. This girl's eyebrows were shapely and overhung the one feature that remained the same- those tired eyes.
Why are my eyes so tired?
Because... Because of Voldemort.
Because of disappointment of what the Wizarding World truly was- a place of deception and racism.
I berated myself for being so self absorbed in what I looked like before closing the taps and leaving the bathroom. I walked up a level, reaching the Hufflepuff basement and then walked toward the portrait of the fruit. I tickled the pear and walked into the kitchens, mingling with the house elves hard at work. Like last time, though the reason was not nearly as mortifying, a house elf came up to me with a ready look on her face.
" Is Miss lookings for an elf?"
" Yes. May I have two croissants and two cups of tea? No sugar, just a dash of milk." The house elf nodded and walked away, telling other house elves what to do. I only needed to wait another second before the aforementioned food was presented in front of me on a golden tray. " Thank you." I said, before ducking slightly to compensate for the tiny height of the elf and taking the tray from her.
" Wes be welcome."
•••
I'd just returned from the visit to the kitchens. I'd had my breakfast; Tom's was on the bedside, the vapour of the tea floating away.
I sighed before walking up to the vanity table.
I picked up the comb.
Are you going to hurt me?
I pulled the toothed wooden grooming object through my ebony tresses.
No.
What are you going to do?
Ensure that no one touches my possessions again.
I took out my grey orphanage ribbon and slid it around my hair. I tied it off with a bow and combed my fringe, trying in vain to straighten it but the short hairs persisted on remaining wavy, curling around my left eyebrow in the same way that Tom's did. I suddenly felt a presence behind me and tensed up.
" You are to study harp and I the piano. Here is the required book." Tom placed a single tome on the table. I pursed my lips in slight nervousness and chose not to respond, fearing that my voice would tremble and betray my indifferent facade. " We shall be doing the practicals by the time we return from the Christmas, or rather Yule, break." I nodded and stood up, passing Tom the comb we shared. He sat down in the chair and set about combing his already perfect hair and for a fleeting second, I envied him for being a boy- for being someone who was never questioned when doing something that a male would do and for being so effortless when it came down to magic.
I was more gifted when it came to Muggle academia, seeing as I had inherited that from my father and my brother inheriting my mother's voracious thirst for a power that she had so little of. Whether we inherited our hunger for knowledge from our mother or our father, though, when put together we were potent. One could run the Muggles and the other could run the Magical world. Or at least, that was what I assumed Voldemort wished for me to do.
And I could have done so without question if it weren't for that fateful meeting with Lily Abberth all those years ago. If I'd never tasted kindness from the girl, I would have generalised all Muggles as ignoramus, horrid pigs- the same viewpoint that Tom had gained throughout his somewhat harder time in the orphanage. In this area, I was the luckier one as Mrs Cole had believed me to be the frail one since I not only never did anything wrong (or rather, was never caught), but was also female- the 'weaker sex'.
My favoured subjects in school were scientific studies, literature and then arithmetic in that order. I'd never truly had a taste in any of those subjects, and this epiphany led me to the belief that I needed to study these too, whether I be magical or a Muggle. After all, if I happened to need to go in hiding in my later years, I would at least need a stable job to keep me supported. As of such, I vowed to myself that I would go to the Library for a short stop near our orphanage before driving back there.
I shook my head.
" I am finished." Tom announced before passing me the comb. I placed it in my suitcase, still avoiding Tom somewhat due to what he'd done yesterday. Tom pulled up the handle of his suitcase and I did the same before walking out of the room, dragging it behind me with real fear and reluctance toward the uncertain, bleak future.
We're going back into hell.
•••
We were sitting in the train. It was a long two hour journey that got us halfway through Scotland and London (of which was spent reading and finishing my book on the harp), but it was a tiring one. Alphard was sitting next to me whereas Malfoy was sitting next to Tom. We both had the window seats, thinking it better that we saw what passed by us before we were imprisoned within the sterile orphanage walls yet again. My breath misted the window, the hot vapour turning the cool glass foggy. I couldn't help but compare this to my life in the orphanage- it was just as unclear. I couldn't help but feel bitter resentment toward Dippet; if it weren't for his decision, Tom and I would be in the library by now, devouring book after book before going to bed after a session of practising our respective musical instruments. Now, all we had to go on in order to master a piano or harp, was our books. Include the fact that it took years to master it and even we would struggle to play.
Unless Mrs Cole locks us in our rooms so we have nothing but reading to do.
" Where are you going, then?" Malfoy asked, quietly. Tom drew his legs out, stretching himself lazily.
" That is none of your concern." He responded. I looked away, staring at the rapid change of landscape as we journeyed past the Pennines mountains. I felt moisture on my face.
I was crying.
" Katherine?" Tom noticed the salt water on my face and stood up. I sniffed and wiped at my tears whilst Alphard put a soft hand on my back. When I did nothing to push him away, he drew me into his arms and I propped my chin upon his shoulder. He continued to stroke my back- and I knew that Tom was glaring daggers at Alphard.
I didn't care.
" I don't want to go back." I whispered. A few more silent tears fell. Alphard hushed me for about five minutes, having had nothing to say, until I finally composed myself. I clutched onto his shirt for a second and then let go, wiping my tears away with the sleeve of my starched cardigan from the orphanage. I felt a bit embarrassed at my sudden outburst and blamed it upon the sudden change of hormones in my body. I looked up and met Tom's eyes, expecting to see anger at turning toward Alphard instead of him. But I didn't expect to see a small amount of sadness and even a tinge of understanding in his green optics.
" You needn't worry, Kathy. I'll always be here." He said, softly. Malfoy and Black seemed to have noticed that this was a private moment and excused themselves from the compartment.
Once they'd cleared off, Tom took no hesitation in stashing the seat next to me. He placed a hand on my shoulder and his other on my chin, levelling my gaze with his, though I still had to look up due to his height. I briefly wondered why I was shorter, since I was supposed to have hit puberty at a younger stage, but dismissed it as genetics and a lack of proper food.
Although, it is an entertaining thought to think about- with me taller than Tom and him having to look up for once...
" What is it you're afraid of?" He asked, softly. I swallowed. I didn't even know where to start- such was the plethora of burdens upon my back.
" I do not know. The possibility of a second war. Mrs Cole. The orphanage."
" You're keeping another fear from me." Tom noticed, having seen the way I bit my lip to keep myself from spilling the final thing. I clenched my fists, but Tom's hands loosened them within a second once he placed his hands upon mine.
He knows me too well.
"... You." I whispered, bowing my head. Tom sighed and embraced me in a way that Alphard had only moments before. There was no apology.
None was expected.
We finally pulled away and, at that second, Alphard and Malfoy returned.
" Perfect timing." Tom said, sarcastically. He remained on my right. Alphard walked in first, sitting down opposite me and Malfoy next to him, a sizeable distance between the two boys which clearly showed their dislike for one another.
My fingers gently brushed my lips and I felt a blush hit my cheeks.
I locked eyes with the boy who I kissed.
" That was my first, you know, Riddle." Malfoy smirked at Alphard, who looked so utterly heartbroken that I wished I'd chosen him instead. My pity for Malfoy immediately evaporated at that point. Tom placed his hand over mine and I fought hard not to fight against him.
" Sleep, Kat." Tom said, gently. " We know we'll be needing it once we return to the orphanage." Tom stroked my hair softly. He raised his voice toward Malfoy. " Close the curtains."
" Yes, my Lord." Malfoy complied, standing up and pulling the scarlet curtains across the window. The car was immediately darkened, though not completely pitch-black.
" Now leave us." Tom ordered. The two boys stood up and left the car. Tom finally shifted, sitting up against the wall. " Stand up for a bit, Kathy." I did as he asked. He swung his legs onto the bench and patted his lap. I bit my lip and tentatively sat down before lying down, ensuring to evenly distribute all of my weight so that I didn't cause Tom any jarring pains later on. I leant my head against his chest, the sound of his even heartbeat lulling me already to sleep. Tom picked up Alphard's neatly folded cloak, which he just so happened to conveniently leave behind, and shook the creases out before he placed it on the both of us.
I was instantly comfortable.
Tom placed his hand on my head and caressed my hair and scalp.
" Sleep." He ordered, though his tone was gentle.
The steady sound of his heartbeat became a lullaby- one I'd heard many times before as I curled up with him in our cot when we were born, one I'd later rediscovered after I turned four and the one I became accustomed to whenever there was shouting or beatings in store for us.
I closed my eyes.
Sleep I did.
•••
Tom and I were sitting in a meadow. It wasn't a memory, but a light hearted dream. I was wearing a simple, flowing white dress. There were no embellishments of any kind. Tom was wearing clothes alike mine- white, but he was wearing a pure white blouse and cardigan. His tie was the same and his shorts were also pure white. The both of us were bare foot, and very, very young. I could place Tom at about four years old, before he was rejected, before I learnt that I, as his sister, had to stick with him.
" Tom!" Dennis shouted, his voice full of glee. " Come on! Everyone's playing!" The five year old boy was once the eldest in the orphanage and used to pay for our groceries, but he was later moved to 'Curie's Hospital for Mental Illnesses' along with Amy Benson. We walked over, and there were similarly dressed young children arranged in a circle. The sky beat down on all of us, the pale blue shade unmarred by clouds. The sun shone and brought out hues in the children's hair- most of which were brown and blonde, which also set us apart from them- and some of the children laughed at Eric Whalley's red hair that was starting to look rather orange. The knee length lavenders bloomed amounts our legs and the nearby tree was squat. There was not an adult in sight and for a moment, I longed for this childhood- a carefree one when we all used to get along. Unfortunately, that wouldn't have brought Tom and I together (Who knew what we could have been; enemies? Perhaps we just ignored the other's existence?) and I would never have been in Hogwarts with him.
That is peculiar, I thought, I am conscious of the fact that I'm dreaming.
" Come on! We're singing Scarborough Fair!" Amy encouraged. Tom immediately smiled and joined the group, his hands linked with theirs.
" But what about me?" I asked, and I noticed that my voice was higher than I remembered it being. Amy frowned.
" You be in the middle."
" But I want to be in the middle!"
" No, me!
" Shhhhh!" Amy placed her finger over her lips. " Katherine is in the middle because she can sing." Everyone sighed and some glared at me, but I didn't care. Amy lifted her joined arm with Joanne and I got in the middle. " Does everyone know how to play?" The five year old girl asked. Everyone nodded. " Katherine sings the first line then we sing the next. Let's go!" The orphans started to skip around in a circle around me, the twenty or so faces each laughing and smiling. " Go on, Katherine!" Amy shouted. I swallowed.
" Are you going to Scarborough Fair?" I sang.
" Parsley sage, rosemary and thyme!" Laughing, childish voices responded.
" Remember me to the man who lived there..."
" He once was a true love of mine."
" Tom, your turn!" But instead of unlinking from the circle, Tom's face grew older and more mature and suddenly the boy standing before me wasn't my brother but my father.
" You're nothing short of pathetic and a freak. Your mere existence embarrasses and disgusts me. Get out of my sight!" He shouted. A sudden lump formed in my throat. " I said, get out!" The man raised his arm, but before he could strike me, the children behind him started to mock and jeer at me, calling me a freak amongst various other things until I collapsed to my knees.
" Stop it!" I shouted, squeezing my eyes shut and placing my hands over my ears. " Stop it!" But despite my efforts to cut them out, I was in a dream and therefore I could still see them all.
The children changed. They elongated, grew taller, with masks of skulls and flowing robes. There was a wand in each one's hand and Tom's face became the serpentine mask that I witnessed in Lord Voldemort when I encountered my Boggart.
" Avada Kedav-"
The sound of a siren cut Voldemort off.
•••
I jerked up, breathing heavily. At that instant, Tom also rose, evidently having risen out of his dream also. The siren I heard in my dream persisted and before I moved the curtains, the compartment door was thrown open.
" Don't open the curtains!" Wilhelmina shouted, the Head Girl of our school. "All right, standard procedure, the train will be stopping in about three minutes exactly." She shouted at the students bustling behind her.
" What's going on?!" Orion Black shouted over the overture. Wilhelmina gave the boy a hard look.
" That's the problem with you Purebloods. You don't get involved in the affairs of Muggles unless it is to attack them. Now look. Everyone's bloody suffering because of you lot. Now, if I hear the 'M' word, then I will throw you out, is that clear?" The boy swallowed heavily.
" Mistress Wilhelmina?" I asked, confused and scared. " I do not understand." Wilhelmina sighed, looking at Tom and I with a sad look in her eyes.
" Just follow the others." The siren persisted and it was starting to grate on my nerves. Suddenly, I heard a high pitched whirring followed by an ear ringing bang that had me believe I'd almost lost my hearing. The whole train jolted dangerously to one side. Students started to scream and the taste of fear was prevalent in the train. I even let out a short scream.
" Bomb attack! Bomb attack! Get out of the train IMMEDIATELY. Get out! Out!" Alexander Smith shouted, one of the few Pureblood Slytherins doing Muggle studies in the school. " Get out if you value your lives!" The students started to thicken and the train screeched to a stop, the conductor evidently having heard the warnings. They started to throw themselves out of the doors and into the night. Tom and I got out of our compartments and threw ourselves into the stream of students. Everyone stank of sweat and fear, every single person determined to make it out of the attack alive.
" Get out!" Wilhelmina shouted a final time before heaving up her suitcase. That reminded me.
" My suitcase!" I shouted.
" Kathy, what are you doing?!"
" It's got Mother's dress! Tom, I need to get it!" I let go of Tom's hand and my brother got lost in the crowd.
" KATHY! KATHY! KATHERINE, COME BACK!" He yelled. I threw myself into our compartment and, breathing heavily whilst every intake of oxygen staggered in my lungs, I clutched the handle of my luggage. Another whirr followed and a bang closely accompanied by a more severe moving of the train occurred. The train bucked and almost fell on a forty five degree angle to the right before it stabilised and fell back on the tracks again. The luggage tipped over and fell on my head. I hissed in pain, but managed to gather enough strength to get both mine and Tom's.
However, by the time I'd turned around, the train was deserted. But they didn't seem to register it.
There was a whirring that came from directly above me.
Oh no... Oh God no...
I let go of my luggage, but clung onto Tom's, running through the train.
Too late.
The bomb hit.
•••
Muggle Attack on Hogwarts Express!
Yes, it seems as if though the Hogwarts Express was not warded heavily enough. The scarlet train, created only seven decades ago, was bombed by the Nazi 'Luftwaffe'. All students managed to get out, though with the exception of one.
Katherine Merope Riddle happened to have returned to her compartment in order to retrieve a valuable object from her suitcase- her deceased mother's dress, if our source is not mistaken- and was consequently killed in the train. We do hope that this helps others to understand their priorities better, as Katherine's twin brother Tom was devastated by the attack. He claims that he shall rise up and destroy those who kill innocent people.
" No one shall stand in my way."
Update: 1945
Tom has asked to silence this report.
Young Orphan Dies in an Air Raid Attack in an Unspecified Location!
Katherine 'Kathy' Merope Riddle, believed to be the illegitimate daughter of the Squire Tom Richard Riddle, has reportedly died instantly following a bomb attack. The whereabouts of her body are unknown, though her brother is devastated by his loss.
" She's the only family member I have left," He chokes over his sobs as he tells our reporter. " And now... She's dead. She's dead." Tom had later been given Morphine in order to quall his loss.
We'd like to give our condolences for the tragic case.
Rest In Peace, Katherine Merope Riddle.
On The Year Of Our Lord, 1945:
We shall not be updating this report as Tom Riddle Sr and Jr have requested to silence this report.
Ministry for Magic Records of Katherine Merope Riddle: Does not exist
British Birth Records for Katherine Merope Riddle: Stillbirth, brother is not aware of her existence
Hogwarts Student Records: Does not exist
A/N: PS: J.F.C: She punched Voldemort! LOL! I loved writing that!
OMG She's dead! Kathy's off the grid!
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~ Annika