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Chapter thirty-five

Is it possible?

One o'clock.

Renee groaned as she checked the clock for the third time. She had been pretending to be asleep ever since students started to get back to the tower after dinner. The Gryffindor doesn't want to talk about the last events, and the last thing she wanted was to Harry knowing it. Even it was only some one damn joke; it will definitely make the boy uncomfortable.

She gave her dorm mate's sleeping faces one last envy look before slipping her slippers and quietly went downstairs. Sleep really evaded her tonight that it made her irritate more, and angrier at the certain Slytherin boy.

Harry looked up to her as she arrived at the common room, with only on her white long nightgown and fluffy slippers. Renee looked very surprised at the sight; it was only Harry and Ron remained at the common room (though Ron was obviously sleeping beside Harry) with books and parchments surrounding them.

Great…just what I needed, she thought sarcastically.

"Hey" Renee greeted the only awake person at the common room.

"Hey" Harry greeted back, with his voice obviously tired.

"Still didn't finish homework?" Renee added as she sat across him, eyeing the potions book and the unfinished essay in front of him.

He only grunted in response, making Renee noticed his bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep.

"Hermione got mad at Ron earlier…and didn't want to help us anymore, so…" Harry sighed as he glanced at his unfinished essay and at the sleeping companion beside him.

"Ron is so doomed" Harry nodded approvingly.

Silence filled them, and the only thing that was making noise was Harry's writing. Renee felt uneasy, as she could still hear Malfoy's question rang into her ears.

Doesn't the dark lord trust his own daughter?

"What happened between you and Malfoy?"

"Huh?" she jumped at the sudden question. Harry had stopped writing to glance at the dazed student.

"Malfoy's a git, as always. He just wanted to catch me taking D.A.'s side" she smug; Renee wasn't really sure why was she lying in the first place, but she was fairly sure telling what really happened was out of the question.

"What did you do?"

"Let's just say he will be staying a day in the infirmary and will leave our day in peace" she smirked as she remembered the unwanted broils she just did to Malfoy's face.

Harry did notice her evil smirk but then decided not to comment about it. He knew how much their new friend was capable of, that he mentally noted to never cross her way. He and Ron didn't even stopped the witch in her plans to the Slytherin because they knew she could handle herself very well, though Hermione has other things in mind, making it another excuse for them to quarrel again.

Harry continued to write and Renee continued to think while gazing at the roaring fireplace. She wondered if she could ask him about her other dilemma, though she's one hundred percent sure he would freak out if she would tell him about it.

"Hey Harry"

"Hmm?" he hummed, not stopping from scribbling.

"I was just wondering…" she started to play with her hands as her anxiety rises. "…about those moments when we would accidentally touch each other's skin…you know…does anyone from the order gave you an explanation about those?"

Harry finally stopped writing and looked up to see her troubled face.

"Doesn't anyone tell you anything about it…even your mother?" his face was completely serious, making Renee more nervous.

Oh dear Merlin…don't tell me what that brat said was true!

Renee shook her head, making Harry frowned in response. He put down his quill and gazed at her intently.

"That's odd. They should have told you about it. Well, that concern us anyway…why wouldn't they tell you about it?"

"I…don't know" she began to panic as her heart beats so fast that she was sure Harry could hear it too.

"Well…I did asked Dumbledore about it last year, you know when Isabel got introduced" he started, making Renee gulped in response.

"He did tell me it was because of Isabel's dark mark. Did anyone tell you how Voldemort produced his dark marks to his followers? No? Well…Dumbledore told me that Voldemort used ancient magic combined with dark magic to produce one"

"Ancient magic? You mean…"

"He apparently uses his own blood for producing dark marks, especially at his inner circle. That's why he could summon his followers so easily"

"But then…how did it concern to us?"

"Well…Dumbledore said that Isabel received her mark way before he disappeared…no, she received it much earlier than that…I think it was when Voldemort was too powerful for anyone. Thus, he made his blood mixed with hers and…" Harry stopped, obviously doesn't like talking about the subject.

"Ren, his blood got mixed with yours too, when you're born. And I, of course you know how I react when Voldemort's near me" he quietly said, taking precaution whoever might hear them.

Her eyes were wide open at the entire discussion. Me? I have a mixture of his blood with…

"That's very…" she trailed and tried to think of a word that could fit into her reaction.

"Disturbing?" Harry offered.

"No…more like disgusting" she finally said and glanced at her visible veins on her hands.

"I wonder why they didn't tell you about it"

"Well, I didn't ask her in the first place. And Mum has a habit of not telling if you don't ask" she shrugged.

She might even not answer you even if you ask.

"Was that mean, you could feel it in any death eaters?" she flicker her eyes at the boy who lived.

"Not much, not that I'm touching every suspecting death eater I could find. Though I felt something weird when I shook hands with Isabel the last time" Renee nodded approvingly, though she was still thinking about the inputs that Harry gave.

So he is reacting to Voldemort's blood…

"Aren't you a bit disturbed about this? I mean…the reason why we couldn't touch each other without being electrified…" she asked, revealing one of her fears of being denied because of some circumstances she couldn't run away of.

Harry glanced at her; Renee's eyes were filled with fear for the first time instead of the confident ones she had every time she would lead the defense group. She was a great friend to them all; even if they just met the girl a couple of months ago. He knew how she felt; being outcast for something she couldn't get away from was a very familiar feeling to him too.

The fear of rejection

"No I wasn't, don't be silly…we won't be outcast you just because of those things you couldn't control, not unless you're his relative or something" he joked, making Renee laughed nervously.

The fireplace was the only one that produced sounds as the two were in deep thoughts again, though it was fairly obvious that the two weren't thinking the same thing. Harry was struggling finishing the essay that Renee offered her help and he gladly accepted it with open arms. She decided not to dwell on Malfoy's words, thinking Harry's explanation was more believable than the Slytherin's.

That's right, no need to think about those. I am no one's daughter…there is no way that I could be his daughter…there is no way.

…

It was Saturday already, and the students of Hogwarts were now literally got buried with school works. OWLS were fast approaching, much to everyone's anxiety. The professors aren't helping either, as they keep reminding the students how important the exam was, making the whole fifth year students so nervous that even some of them needed to consume anti-anxiety potion to calm their nerves.

But when the Quidditch match was scheduled by this day, all fifth year students took it as an advantage to have some rest from all the anxiety they were experiencing.

Renee was glad for all the pressure though, it made her to stop thinking about unwanted thoughts during the day. School works and D.A. meetings were really a good distraction. Malfoy stopped following her too and she was very glad for it. The brat seems to learn his lesson on prying someone else's lives after staying in the infirmary for a day.

It could be really perfect if I could sleep peacefully at night. Her sleep was another issue though; no matter how good her dream was, it would always end up with a pair of red eyes. And then her dreams were going to be nightmares…much worse from her running dream with the escaped prisoner. There are also times that she could even feel that those eyes were just in the corner of their room and watching her sleep; but when she wakes up, she would saw no one awake…or someone who has some red eyes like she would always dream of.

She sighed as she continued to read her muggle book while eating breakfast. The Gryffindor had concluded that those dreams were just because of her too many thoughts about things she shouldn't think of. And the way to chase out those dreams was not to dwell on them.

She stopped reading, as she felt that she had forgotten something very important today. Hmm…I wonder what did I forgot this time, the last time was my history's exams…but that's understandable…I think it was more than that…I wonder…

The usual flock of owls arrived, indicating for them to receive their mails from people outside the school. Renee didn't even take a glance at the birds, as she knew that her mother's owl had a strange timing in case of delivering her mails.

Suddenly a loud bang was heard through out the noisy great hall. Several students glanced at the origin of the sound. The Gryffindor table was a mess; some food was spilled on the table because of a big package that three owls brought.

The four looked very surprised by the sudden package, especially Renee. One of the owls that brought the package was Isabel's owl and was staring at her intently, with a white envelope on to his beak. She consciously took the envelope and the bird flew once again, not even waiting for his treat. The other one followed suit, after Hermione gave the owl some bread as his treat.

The third owl was different. It doesn't move an inch from its spot from the package and gave a hoot for everyone to hear. The owl was beautiful; its feathers were gray and its eyes were pitching black. Renee was staring back at the owl and was mesmerized by its beauty. She unconsciously opened the envelope and saw her mother's writing.

Happy sweet 16th birthday Renee, the gray owl is yours to keep.

Mum

P.S. the other gift was his idea, not mine…just saying.

Renee read the note twice before glancing at the pretty owl in front of her. So that's what I've forgotten…

"Who is it from?" Ron asked as he eyed the large package in front of them that almost covered the food lying at the table.

"It's from Mum" Renee beamed at him and to the owl waiting for her. She stretched her hand to its feathers to smoothen it, making her gain a friendly hoot from the owl.

"What do you say for Holmes as a name?" she asked and the bird hooted happily. "I take that as a yes then" Renee giggled, really happy that she could have an owl as a present.

Ron took the envelope from the package and started to open it. Renee was late at stopping him; Knowing Sirius and his newest fascination with certain muggle things, she already has a guess whatever the envelope contains.

"Wait!—"

It was too late; Ron opened the card without any saying. A very familiar melody and voice was heard through out the Gryffindor table, making some of them tilted their heads at the origin of the melody. Harry almost choked his pumpkin juice as he recognized the rusty, deep voice…

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday dear—

Renee snatched the card from the dumbstruck wizard and silently cursed the sender. The last thing she wanted was her birthday to be publicly announced through out the great hall, and Sirius just did it first thing in the morning.

Wait 'till I get my hands on that dog…

"Was that…" Harry recognized the voice and Renee nodded in confirmation. She secretly glanced at the teacher's table and glad that the Umbridge woman wasn't looking at them.

Trust Sirius when in comes in asking for trouble.

"Wow, dad would do anything to have that muggle thing…wait, today's your birthday, how come you didn't tell us?" Ron amusedly asked the fuming girl.

"I didn't have tracked at the date, busy studying…remember?" she replied and watched the gray owl to fly away from the great hall.

"Happy Birthday, we haven't prepared something for you" Hermione spoke, obviously doesn't like not being informed of the said occasion.

"Thanks Hermione! Don't worry about the gift, a nice butterbeer from three broomsticks would be nice gift for me" she winked at her.

"And some strawberry cake?" the brunette girl added, which Renee grinned widely.

"You're on" Renee shook her hands and the both girls laugh in unison.

"Hey Renee, open the package" Ron urged her.

"But…isn't it dangerous? I mean…" she whispered, thinking a singing birthday card wasn't enough to the convicted man.

"He wouldn't send something that could harm us, is he?" Hermione spoke, though she was also quite unsure of what she just said.

Renee shrugged and glanced at the package. She now has the idea of the package, and how Ron look so eager in opening and Harry's gleam on his eye were confirming her guess.

"Okay…okay…let's just open this…thing" Renee raised her hands in defeat.

With the help of the trio, they opened the package. A shiny broomstick was lying in front of them that the nearest persons around them gasped at the sight.

"Wow! I've never seen this on the market!"

"That must be cost a fortune!"

"Do you think that's customized?"

Renee wanted to snort at the murmurs around her, especially Ron's sudden gasp. She would never understand what's so good in different models of broomsticks, for her all brooms were all the same…a flying object that could just kill her in seconds because of her poor flying skills.

"It's just a broomstick" Renee finally said, as could see that Ron delicately touching it as if it was a fragile thing.

"It's not just a broomstick; it's the newest model of firebolt! Look, it does even customize just for you!" Ron exclaimed and pointed an engraved caricature of her at the handle.

Just great, my face is in a broomstick. What's next…a singing house elf?

"Look Ron, a customized broomstick won't change my poor flying skills…there—"

"Come on! You can't know it unless you won't try!" the twins took both of her arms for her to stand up, leaving their breakfast behind.

"Excuse me?"

"Don't tell you won't try this beautiful broom, and we still have time before the match starts" Fred (or George) spoke, not minding their captain's evil look. "Come on, let's go and test this baby!"

Renee was startled at this…no, she was terrified. She gave her friends a pleading look as she asked for help, but the trio and Neville seems to be against her wish. Ron and Harry does have look on their eyes, the usual ones she would always saw when the two would talk about Quidditch, Hermione and Neville have those 'we-can't-help-you-sorry' on their faces and Ginny was practically jumping out from her seat to join them in the grounds.

I will surely get Sirius for this, seriously.

They reached the grounds, with the twins dragging her (I swear my feet didn't even touched the floor on the way to the grounds!) while the others following behind was holding the broom like an ancient artifact that Renee wanted to roll her eyes at him. She doesn't have the chance to do so as the twins lowered her to the ground and Ron gave her the broom.

"Come on guys…you're not serious…are you?" she asked them one last time before she gave them a defeated look.

Renee sighed loudly as she positioned to fly. She had never thought she would touch a broomstick again as she had abandoned the idea of flying. It was a hopeless idea for her to think that she could be a decent flier…or at least won't be hurting any part of her body every time she would attempt to. She closed her eyes as she could feel her feet were starting to leave the ground, and then started to pray to all gods and goddesses she knew for her to survive the trial.

She slowly opened her eyes, finding she was a dozen feet below and then saw her friends were just tiny dots below. Renee tried to move into another direction, and the broom followed her command without any difficulties in her very much surprise. In fact, the broom was easy to maneuver compare to all the brooms she had tried in the past.

Wow…this is really customized for me huh.

Renee was enjoying the flying trial; no one could deny that fact. It was the first time they had seen her not clumsy behind a broom. She flew just outside the windows of the great hall, surprising some Slytherins who are peacefully eating their breakfast. The Gryffindor was really ecstatic that she couldn't help but giggle aloud when she saw some professor's (especially their flying instructor) surprised reactions. Her robes and hair were billowing freely behind her and she was entirely enjoying the wind against her. All she wanted was to fly this very moment and savor her great flying time she was having. The Gryffindor even tried to fly all the way up to the astronomy tower and be amazed to the magnificent view in front of her.

The birthday girl was flushed as she came back at the ground, with her friends clapping for her. She hold the broom like a lifesaver from her poor-flying-disease while her friends look at her broom like a trophy (especially the boys…why aren't I surprised at that?) and gave her awe expressions.

Maybe I should thank Sirius for giving me this instead of strangling him to death.

They were laughing as they entered the castle once again; the twins were teasing Renee and even joked that she could now join the Quidditch team, Ron even told Hermione that the broom could be the girl's answer to her poor flying skills.

The gang halted as two house elves stood before them. The birthday girl was quite surprised by the sudden appearance. Renee knew there are house elves around the castle to provide their food and cleaning, but it was the first time to actually seen one…especially in broad daylight.

"Dobby!" their friend Harry greeted one of the house elves.

"Hello Mister Harry Potter. Dobby is looking for Miss Renee Ann. Is anyone of you is Miss Renee Matte?" the house elf named Dobby squeaked.

"That's me…is there something you needed from me?" Renee consciously asked the two creatures.

"Dobby and Pearly were ordered to deliver this to Miss Renee Matte" the other house elf spoke and gave the piece of parchment to the Gryffindor.

"Why thank you, Dobby…Pearly. Is there anything else?" why do they have weird names? I'm glad Toby does have a normal one…

The Gryffindor was too stunned that she forgot to react, the others seems to forget to speak when the two creatures started to sing. Even though it was like just squeaking…the song was very familiar to them, as they had heard it at breakfast…when Ron opened Sirius' card. The passing students were either glancing at them or at the elves, others even openly laughed at them that Renee felt her face heated up in seconds.

I was joking about the singing house elves!

The gang still didn't move after the elves finished the song and disappeared in a pop. And then like a balloon suddenly pop out, they burst out laughing…except Renee who was blushing furiously.

"Happy birthday Renee" the twins chorused between laughs, making Renee frustrated more.

"Will my whole day be like this?" she groaned loudly for them to hear while opening the parchment.

Her frown was replaced into a bright smile as she read the parchment, and then tucked it within her robes before they could question about it. However, Hermione noticed it and gave her a teasing look.

"Oh shut it Hermione" Renee rolled her eyes though she was blushing again.

…

"Good luck for your first official Quidditch match. Don't let the ball pass through you!" Renee patted his shoulders as she encouraged the nervous ginger head boy.

"Gee, thanks for reminding me that" he sarcastically replied and let out a nervous sigh.

"You've practice long enough to get that spot. You'll do fine" she smiled broadly while Ron was shocked from what she had said.

"How did—"

"I'm the spy's daughter, aren't I?" she playfully rolled her eyes and then chuckled.

"You're scary"

"Well thank you. I'll take that as a compliment. And speaking of compliments…"

Harry came down from the boys' bedroom and found the two teasing each other. He was glad that Renee had managed to get Ron relax before the game starts. Ron was now blushing furiously that Renee couldn't help but laugh so hard at the sight.

"Now off you go boys, go and break a leg!" Renee pushed the two boys towards the portrait hole.

"You're not going to watch?" Ron asked as he looked her from behind.

"Of course I am, silly. I wouldn't miss your Quidditch for the world. I've already asked Hermione and Neville to save a seat for me."

"She will be meeting the person who gave her the love letter" Harry teased, as he ignored the stinging feeling from Renee's hand.

"What love letter? I was just have something to do before—"Renee started to ramble while her face was starting to color.

"Yeah, yeah…but you keep checking the clock every ten minutes ever since you got that parchment and you're blushing like a tomato n-"

"You know what Harry? You'll do a better detective; you might consider that as your alternative career. Now go before I could hex you both!" she acted on pulling her wand and the two boys run away while laughing.

Renee shook her head in disbelief while watching the two running away and took the parchment for another reading. A smile graced her lips as she read the same familiar handwriting and then approached the nearest mirror to check her appearance.

"I still look the same; I'm one year older now for goodness sake. What the heck, it's not that I'll be on a date or something! And it's not a love letter! Get a grip!" she huffed but then still tried to fix her hair and applied some lipgloss to her lips, hoping it would make her look older.

When her works still doesn't reach her expectations, she gave up. Renee was about to exit the common room when an idea stuck into her head. She raced into the girl's dormitory and grabbed her new broom. She still didn't get why would the boys insist to let the broom remain at the tower, but still glad she did so. The last thing she wanted was to meet them at the broomstand while getting the new broomstick.

She run towards the grounds and tried to avoid any corridors she thought there would be people around. She rode the broom as her feet reached the green grass and she was on air as a matter of seconds. Her heart pounds so hard and was looking forward towards the upcoming meeting that her smile wouldn't leave her face.

"Want to come with me Holmes?" she suddenly asked when her newest familiar reached her side. The owl hooted in response; and then the two of them flew towards the astronomy tower.

As she expected, a black clothed man was waiting for her at the tower. The man had his back at the window and has a green scarf around his neck, indicating his support towards his house.

"Waiting for someone professor?" she suddenly spoke, making the professor quickly turned at the voice.

"Miss Matte, I didn't know you like flying now" Professor Snape greeted and gave her and the owl an expecting look.

Renee carefully entered the tower through the window and leaned the broom at the wall. Holmes made himself contented by flying around the tower but still not leaving his familiar behind.

"I'm just savoring the spell, this broom seems to have some spell that could make me a decent flier" she shrugged though her smile couldn't wipe off from her face.

"True, that spell could make anyone rich…imagine they managed to keep someone like you fly decently"

"I'm not that bad…okay maybe that bad…but still…hey, are you a Quidditch player before professor?"

"I was a chaser in my time, don't give me that look. I'm telling the truth. Now enough from squeezing about my past" he took something within his robes and took a rectangular box from it.

"You know, I was joking about the last thing about my birthday gift…" she trailed; she was starting to blush as she took the box from him.

"Happy birthday Miss Matte" his face was serious, staring her like a hawk as she started to unwrapped the present.

"Did anyone told you staring were not good?" she lightly jokes as she looked at him in the eye. Professor Snape just shrugged, making Renee laughed in response.

"Wow, professor…you shouldn't" she stared at the gift in awe.

It was a simple yet elegant wand holder. It was just a simple one with black color, yet that gave it an elegant and sophisticated look. It also has her initials at the side of the wand that was engraved with faint light green color, like the paint of her bedroom.

It actually took her breath away.

"What is it that people love to give customized gifts?" Renee burst out, yet her happiness was emitting through her eyes.

"Shouldn't you say thank you first?"

"Oops, sorry…but I shouldn't say that…Thank you professor! It's so beautiful!" she was so happy that she forgot her manner and suddenly jumped to hug the potions master. The man was stiffed at the contact, like he was petrified all of the sudden.

At a moment she finally realized what she had done and broke the contact. She could still see the shocked face of the professor with some color on his face, a kind of expression you wouldn't always see on him.

"I…I'm so sorry. I was just too happy, erm…"she stammered in front of him and began to be interested at her shoes.

"Do not worry, you didn't do any…harm" he finally said after the awkward silence. Renee gave him an apologetically smile at that.

"I really should go professor, I couldn't miss Ron's first victory" she grabbed her broom to fly back.

"You can never be sure about that, they are playing with my students after all" he replied.

Renee was now about rode her broom towards the tower as she turned at the professor. He was finally smirking, with his arms crossed around him.

"Too confident in your house, are we?" she couldn't help but smirk too.

The man shrugged once again, making the girl laughed again. She just couldn't help but laugh at that, the shrugging was really an unnatural thing for him to do…let alone looked so foreign to him too.

"Bye professor, see you in the field. Don't be surprise if our house will make your team eat dust!" she started to fly away but the again halted again, "Oh and don't read my mind again! The house elves' singing was really bad" she called and then giggled, leaving the professor smirking behind her.

…

Renee decided to stop at the dormitory first before going in the field. The grin on her face looks like a permanent expression on her face now. The girl was really happy; that even though it was the first time she celebrated her birthday without her mother, she was happy because she had friends to celebrate with her. The gifts were just incentives for her happiness, though she couldn't deny that Snape's effort for giving her something made her happiness reached its peak.

The girl was just humming the birthday song when she reached the window of her dormitory. She entered through the open window and made the broom leaned on her dresser. The girl stopped and glanced at the rectangular box and opened it once again, making the wand holder be exposed again. The birthday girl hugged it on her chest and collapsed at her bed and then let out a squeal.

He actually gave me a present. He knew about my birthday, and all I thought he won't do an effort to know it! Renee traced the initials on it and lay at her side.

It was only then when she noticed that there was a box lying on her bed. Renee sat up and glanced on it; she knew it wasn't there when she took her broom a while ago. Temporarily laid the wand holder at the side of her bed, she took the box on her lap and look if there was a card left in there.

There was none.

"That's weird, I wonder who gave this…" she opened the box and then stood up in shocked as she finally saw the contents. The box fell on the ground, making the black cloth and a silver mask spill out from its container. Chill ran through out her body. She knew those things; she had seen those from the newspaper and even to a book, but never in her life she thought that she would received it for a birthday present. A piece of parchment peek into the black cloth and she bended down to reached it, making her chill once again as she read the note.

Happy birthday daughter

Take this as a present. You will need those in the near future.

It was an unfamiliar handwritten, yet she wanted to faint because of it.

"That stupid Malfoy, this isn't funny anymore!" Renee violently threw the parchment on the ground, joining the death eater's clothes.

She was trembling reached her top dresser and took the map she had borrowed from Harry. Her hands were shaking as she reached for her wand and tapped it while saying the password for her to see the map.

Only few people was inside the castle, as most of them were in milled up in the field area; even Snape's dot were there too. She stopped looking and was glad that the person she was looking as inside his office. But he wasn't alone, there was another dot; she doesn't know the person, but there is something in that name but she couldn't put her finger to it.

Emily Ann Briston.

She didn't wasted time; she scooped the box in her arms and stormed towards the headmaster's office. Her mind was a mess; she wanted to believe that this was just darn joke from the Slytherin. But she couldn't let go of the feeling of anxiety; a kind of feeling that maybe all of those were true, that Malfoy was saying the truth.

That she was indeed, the dark lord's daughter.

…

The frantic girl reached the gargoyle in no time but couldn't open it because of the password.

"Let me in! I need to say something to the headmaster!" she plead, but the gargoyle didn't budge.

"Damn it! Lemon drops, strawberry tart, chocolate cake…what the hell! Tootsie roll!" the gargoyle suddenly opened its way to her surprise and Renee ran all the way upstairs.

Renee found Dumbledore sitting on his usual chair. Her eyes narrowed at another visitor, she wasn't really expecting that she would be here.

"Miss Matte, What's the matter…I thought you would be on the Quidditch match" Dumbledore spoke, as he eyed Isabel and Renee who were staring at each other.

"Is this true?" Renee suddenly spoke at her mother, showing the piece of parchment for Isabel to read and not even turned her head at the headmaster.

Isabel stood up from her seat as she blankly stared at the note. Her lips were quibbling as she reached it. She glanced at her confused daughter and then finally spoke.

"Yes it's true; you're Tom Riddle's daughter"

a/n: hope you guys love it as much as I do. This chapter became much longer than I anticipated. I'm actually looking forward to post the next chapter (but still have to edit it)…that's actually one of the chapters I really enjoyed writing. Do you guys have some guesses about it? XD

I love all of your reviews. Come on, one review won't hurt you a bit. =)

Renesnee