Raven glared at the letter. Her name shone at her from it, the green ink glinting in the pale light of a nearby street lamp.

The girl breathed in deeply, and calmed down, getting over the shock of seeing the name for the first time in over fourteen years. She had learnt it around the age of two, and now, she was sixteen. It had been long. . .

"Alright. . .relax; you haven't even read the letter and you're spazzing off. . .just pick it up; it won't explode. . ." She muttered, slowly reaching out to the envelope. Quickly she scooped it off the ground and held it at a safe distance from her face.

Slowly, she turned it around, and her name finally vanished from her sight. The letter was sealed in an old, wax-seal type of way. The clasp was the same green color as the ink, and when she looked from the right angle, she could swear there was a snake embroiled in it. . .

Passing a nail under the seal, with a flick, she opened the envelope. She pulled out a single sheet of Kraft paper and unfolded it. Raven brought it to her face and began to slowly read.

'Miss Tromg Marvolo Riddle,

We have never met, but I know much about you. Honestly, I am quite happy to at last have found you; we have searched for you for over two years now.

But there is little I can tell you in a letter. What we must speak of can only be said in private. Therefore, I ask you to meet me in the old abandoned warehouse near the south river of the city.

I know you have all reasons not to come, but there is one thing I must talk to you about: your father. There is something you must know about him; something I can only tell you if I am sure to be talking to the right person.

See you at the warehouse tonight at midnight, hopefully.

Sincerely yours.' She read. Scanning the letter over once again, Raven noted that there was no signature, but the writing seemed male-like.

She dropped her hand with the letter and sighed. She looked around for a moment, pondering her decision to the letter.

The writer was right; she had all reasons not to go. . .however, he did mention her father. . .plus he knew her real name. . .Raven didn't like this at all, considering it was reckless indeed, but what choice did she have? She could skip this opportunity to learn so much about herself and go on living life without knowing something that she could have so easily found out. . .

Suddenly, the girl scoffed. Of course she would go! After all; she was Raven; the girl that fought and could fend for herself: if she got into any trouble, she'd get herself out. Plus, she needed to know what the writer wanted to talk about, or curiosity would feed on her for ever.

Raven tucked the letter into her leather jacket and turned away from the Silver warehouse without another thought, stepping into the darkness of night with a determined step.

And each step brought her closer to doom. . .

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The abandoned warehouse the sender of the letter was talking about was a large, solitary depot standing in a deserted port, on the edge of a large river. That's where Raven arrived at a few minutes before midnight.

She had ran most of the way, and upon seeing the warehouse in the distance, had slowed down to catch her breath.

Now, she was walking up to the large metallic door that led inside. Through one grimy window she saw the flickering light of a single candle, and it picked up her interest. She then pushed her weight against the door and it swung inward with a soft lament.

The girl stepped inside carefully, lifting up her eyes to in time to see three figures rising to their feet from a sitting position around the candle. The flame flickered in their movement, and their long capes bristled as they looked into the shadows and at her, wondering if she was the right person. Raven walked forward as calmly as she could, and stepped into the faint circle of light.

As soon as she came into profile, one of the figures, the one and only woman, gasped. Her hand flew to her chest and she took a step back, starling Raven. The two others, both men, simply shifted gently.

"My. . .she. . .she looks so much like him. . ." The woman gasped. Raven noted that her voice sounded cold and hollow. One of the men nodded under his hood. The other came forward.

"Welcome, Lis. We have waited." He said. His voice was terribly cold, like a freezing blast of wind. Raven's heart felt chilled. But she also felt a great ability to manipulate others in him. She would have to be careful with this one.

"My name is. . .Raven. . ." She said softly. Her voice echoed around the room, intimidating her slightly. The woman seemed to have recovered from her initial shock and she scoffed, taking a step forward. But when Raven shot her a glare, she quickly shrunk back, as if trying to disappear.

The man shook his head gently. "No, your name is Lis. It has always been, and it still is."

Raven wanted to protest, but now she was annoyed, and also wanted to get this over with, so she just shrugged carelessly and glared at them all. The girl waited for someone to continue. The man saw she was complying, so he began.

"I have told you in that letter that I needed to speak of your father. It is all a rather. . .complicated situation. Especially for someone like you, you wouldn't understand. . ." But she cut him off rudely.

"And just what wouldn't I understand?" Her voice was cruel and cold.

The man sighed. "That is the problem. You do not know the truth.' He paused and without a word Raven continued to watch him. The man resumed. 'Well I suppose that the easy part is this: your father is still alive. That's not something you knew, I suppose. But here's the tricky part: he wasn't exactly alive until two years ago. . .'

'I suppose I should start at the beginning. The first thing you must know is that your father is a wizard, and your mother was a witch. (Raven scoffed rudely, but the man ignored her and she continued to listen, somehow unable to call him liar or crazy. . .like this was true, and she knew it. . .) But for reasons we do not know, you were not accepted into any school of witchcraft like you should have been, at the age of eleven. You were not once tracked down or asked to join any school, lest it be here or in England. You were treated like a Muggle. . .that's what we call non-magical people, by the way. . ." The man added, seeing the look on Raven's face.

"Your father would have come to look for you, but shortly after your first birthday, he was destroyed. Now here's the strange part: your father is an extremely powerful and dark wizard, and all the most powerful mages that have tried to destroy him have failed. Yet that one night almost fifteen years ago, someone succeeded. And that someone was a one-year-old boy called. . .Harry Potter." The man suddenly stopped, because Raven had burst into laughter. It was fake, insulting laughter, as if she was trying to convince herself that none of this was real in the process of making fun of them.

"You expect me to believe that? You must be crazy, or something! First of all, if witches and wizards exist, how come you can't do any tricks? How about you show me some magic, eh?" She mocked.

But even though she did not see it, the man smiled under his hood.

And out of his pocket he flung a long, thin piece of wood. Raven stopped laughing, staring at it, wondering what he was about to do. To her dismay, he waved it gently in the air and muttered this simple word:

"Lumos."

And an incredible blast of blinding light exploded through the warehouse. Raven covered her eyes and waited for the light to fade, a few seconds later. She then looked up, startled.

The man put the wand away and looked at her calmly from under his hood. The girl could remember catching a glimpse of a pale, pointed face and blond hair right before that blast became too much to bare. She also saw a set of hollow, life-less eyes looking at her from under the woman's hood.

"Do you believe now, Lis?" The blond man asked. Still under shock, Raven nodded slowly. He continued.

"So as I was saying, for thirteen years your father simply roamed the world, not human enough to die and yet not strong enough to live. Many times he hoped of returning to this world in a body, but that boy, Harry Potter, ruined each time. Until two years ago, when at last that wretched boy was caught, and your father returned to power. However the Potter boy escaped, to your father's great anger.'

'Since then a few of us learned that you still lived theses parts, and we have been searching for you. And I am very glad to see we have at last found you, Lis." This time, she just knew he was smiling.

"But. . .'The girl staggered. 'How can you know that I'm. . .me. . .I mean; the one you're looking for?"

He bowed his head and the two others stepped back a little.

"You see, Lis; your father's real name was Tom Marvolo Riddle. But the name he gives himself now is. . .don't make me repeat this, for it is very feared by his allies and enemies alike. . .Voldemort. There. Now, not only is your real family name Marvolo Riddle, but see this as well. . ."

He whipped out his wand again, and began drawing letters in mid-air. Raven gasped when actual, sparkly green letters appeared there where his wand passed. Like that, he wrote her entire name and it stayed there, floating around.

"Now watch." He ordered.

Suddenly, he passed his wand over LIS TROMG MARVOLO RIDDLE, and the words re-arranged to form. . .

Raven gasped, unable to believe it. . .

I AM LORD VOLDEMORT'S GIRL.

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Woot! There's the letter re-arrangement. I over-did myself on this one! And BTW, I just found out that my IQ is 122. Oh yeah! I'm soo good! On with the reviews.

Quizgirl: Lol; I switched the letters around for you. Comes out pretty weird, eh? I t took me a while to get the name and phrase to work. And her name is kind of weird and hard to pronounce, but eh, who cares?

And as for if Raven and Harry will meet, you'll just have to wait and see, because this is a prequel to the seventh year in Hogwarts. I'm waiting for the sixth book to come out so I know exactly what happens.

And as for how I update so often, the secret it: I have loads of time to loose: )

Xsummerbabyx: Well, you're not the only one anymore! Even though this story isn't that popular, I've decided to go through with it, because the idea at the end of the line is just too good not to write! Thanks for the reviews!

Next chapter, Raven finds out why her father was so desperate to get her back. But what he wants her to do doesn't sound all that much fun. . .she has no choice but to run. . .but you can never run from Death Eaters. . .