I know I know a chapter two so soon! I was reading a couple of fanfics the other day and while they were excellent the endings pissed me off. So here I am writing my own making sure everything is how I want it. Obvious that I'm a Slytherin, isn't it? I like to think of myself terribly cunning and ambitious, oh and of course the unsaid trait of Slytherin, selfish.
I walked next to my father through Diagon Alley, he had done a feature spell to make himself look nothing like Tom Riddle, so we could do our school shopping in peace. "I really don't understand why you're making me go to that awful school with that dreadful man." I grumbled out, glaring at the list of supplies I needed to get. "I'm too far advanced for the education they could supply me anyways."
"Oh please stop Rylah." My father snapped at me. "I've heard enough of that mouth of yours, stop that childish whining and act like a Riddle!" I sighed but didn't argue, while I wasn't terrified of my father, I knew what he was capable of. "Now, you're going on behalf of me, the ranks of Death Eaters that I have allowed you to manage are all students at Hogwarts, so you need to be there to manage them." The last part was spat out venemously.
I nodded my head, not arguing. He had assigned me to look after the up and coming death eaters that were all around my age. He thought it would teach me how to be responsible and prepare me for my destiny to replace him. However I wasn't quite interested in managing people, I much preferred to do things that needed done myself. So I did spend quite some time actively neglecting my duties.
"First let's get your robes sorted out, since that will take quite some time." He said. We walked into the shop and I immediately wanted to turn around and walk right back out. There were children running wild all over the place. Some looking at pre-made robes and others getting their measurements taken. "Ma'am she needs fitted for a year five Hogwarts uniform." Tom said practically shoving me at the employee.
"Yes, of course come here dear." She said and lead me over to the stand. Father followed us over there and I was worried he was going to stay. Having him loom over me, and be so protective of me made me feel like I wasn't capable of handling myself. While my powers were far superior than most of the fully grown and powerful death eaters. Bellatrix, Lucius, and Snape were the only ones I had anything left to learn from.
"Give me your list, I'll go get your books and cauldron, that way we can get out of this crowded place much quicker." I sighed in relief at his words and handed him the parchment. "I'll be back once I'm finished, even if you are done before I am, please stay here." He gave me a pointed look and I turned to give him a sarcastic smile. "I mean it, Rylah, for once in your life follow orders."
I rolled my eyes and turned back around. The older lady that was taking my measurements gave me a curious look. I suppose not a lot of fathers talk to their children in that manner. However, the sickeningly sweet way parents were talking to their waste of space offspring was starting to get on my nerves. What was wrong with the wizarding world was the way they were raising their kids, all of them spoiled rotten. Draco was a perfect example of that very thing.
A while later I finally had a robe on and was having it pinned whenever none other than the boy who lived walked up. "You're Harry Potter aren't you?" I asked with distaste. He perfectly matched the description I had heard so many times. He had unruly black hair, a scar that I was proud to say was given by my father, and clothes that seemed much to large for him. "What, with all the money you inherited you can't afford proper clothes."
The boy turned to glare at me. "Yes, I'm Harry, and what have I done to you to cause you to insult me!" I internally laughed, oh he had done lots of things to ruin my life, without even knowing it. Once again Death Eaters were being hunted down, while we had successfully stayed under the radar for years. Now my father kept me under lock and key never out of sight of one his followers. "You're a Hogwarts student? I don't think I've ever seen you before."
"I'm transferring in as a fifth year, I had been homeschooled, but my father is actually sending me to Hogwarts because of you." I explained. As a child I had learned quickly that when you want to trick someone you never outright lie to them. You only tell them what is absolutely necessary and tell a couple white lies to fill in the gaps you must leave out. It was the way me and Draco had gotten out of trouble many times.
"Oh, well I hope you enjoy the school, I'm a Gryffindore, is there a certain house you're hoping to get into?" He asked. "I'm really not sure how sorting goes for transfer students, Hogwarts usually doesn't get many. I suppose that the work is too hard if you haven't already been doing it from year one." I rolled my eyes at his praise for the school. Of course he would think that Hogwarts lessons were difficult, he was muggle raised after all. I wasn't sure why anyone thought that my father was afraid of him.
"I'm hoping to get into Slytherin, and I'll have to be sorted along with the first years." That was what I was dreading the most. No matter what year you were actually starting at, if it was your first time attending Hogwarts you had to follow all of the first years. So I'd be surrounded by a bunch of dimwitted eleven year olds. "Anyways, I believe I'm done, and I will see you at school!" I said with obvious sarcasm and hopped off of the stool, pulling my robe off and heading towards the register.
Thankfully my dad was already waiting outside of the shop for me. He was holding a briefcase which I knew was charmed to hold large items. "I met Potter." I said dryly, walking up to him. If it was possible, I was in a worse mood than I had been before. "Hes a rather dreadful creature, he seems to worship Dumbledore and that bloody school!" We were now walking through Diagon Alley, headed towards the entrance to Knockturn Alley.
"Yes, he does have a rather large head for muggle raised child. Him and that professor actually think that Harry will be our downfall." He laughed to himself. "I wonder if they'll have to wait until he is seventeen to realize that I forged that ridiculous prophecy myself." We walked over the wall in an alley at the end of the road and Voldemort pulled out his wand. Casting an inaudible charm the bricks fell away to reveal the much darker and less crowded area. "Now because you are going off to school and I probably won't get to see you until Christmas, I decided to buy you a gift of your choosing." He told me.
We had walked into a Cursed Items shop where I had chosen a bracelet in the form of a snake. The metal could animate, so while I wasn't allowed to bring a snake to school, I still had something. Father had gone off somewhere on business so I decided to roam around. The people that came here, were our people so I knew that I was safe. I had just began to turn down a pathway I noticed something in an alley way. Well, I felt something in the alleyway. It was someone with the dark mark. I wasn't immediately suspicious but I did notice that the person was leaning over a small flame, and while it was chillier here, it wasn't cold enough for fire. I turned and climbed the stairs up the side of on the buildings, ran across the roof, and peered over so I could see what exactly the Death Eater was doing.
There was a face in the face and it took me a moment to focus and realize exactly who it was. "Yes, Sirius, I'm sure of it, the girl is going to be attending school with Harry." The Death Eater was whispering hastily, and looking over his shoulder every few seconds.
"Well, why would he send his daughter under the care of his enemy! There's got to be some ulterior motive, I wouldn't be surprised if she was being sent to kill Harry." I rolled my eyes at the suggestion. Why in the world would I waste my time on that disgusting pile of skin. He was mediocre and had no idea how to wield his power! However, a Death Eater giving information to the Order, that I could not allow. It seemed that we had another rat in our midst, and I couldn't allow it go on.
I raised my wand from where I was perched two stories above the man. I lifted the hood of my cloak just to be sure that Sirius didn't get a good look at me, it'd be bad if he knew I was out with Voldemort. "Avada Kedavra!" I whispered, the curse left my wand and hit the man directly in the head. He didn't even waiver, but rather fell directly down, instantly dead. Sirius's face was gone in a flash and the fire turned back to a normal garbage fueled flame. Jumping off of the building I walked over to the body and turned it on it's back so I could see exactly who was betraying me. Martin, you fool. I said and shook my head.
"What is this about?" My father asked as he walked into the alley. "I was done with my meeting and came to find you." He didn't seem concerned or angry, just mildly curious. However, he would be fuming when he found out what I had witnessed. "What did Martin do to you?"
"Not me, us." I began. "He was giving information about me to Sirius Black." I explained and felt my own anger rise up. He was dead but there's no doubt the Order had other spies. I instantly saw Tom stiffen and felt the fury radiating off of him. "I'm afraid that there are more, it may be time to clean house once again, weed out who have been corrupted."
"Yes, I think you're right, it's time for us to return to the Manor." He grabbed a hold of me and I prepared myself to apparate. "You know that you will have to do the same, I worry this may be due to your negligence." I gulped quietly. While he never outright punished me, if I made him angry or was the reason to a serious issue I would feel a fraction of his wrath. Even a fraction was something that one should fear.