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Chapter 4 The Truth

Voldy's P.O.V

I'm really doing this. I'm sitting here with Quirrel adopting Bree. What happened to make me want to adopt her? I sighed and signed the papers. Bree was sitting between me and Quirrel and was listening to some muggle music player. She had a dazed look and her hair was black. Poor girl. I thought. At least she told us what was wrong. When we got home, Bree immediately went to her room. "Is there something wrong with her?" I asked Quirrel. He shrugged. "She's not usually like this. I've only seen her at school and she's usually bubbly and happy." I nodded. "Should one of us check on her?" I asked. He nodded. "I'll check on her." he said.

Quirrel's P.O.V

I went up to Bree's room and as soon as I got to her door I heard quiet sobs coming from inside. "Bree?" I asked as I opened the door. "Yeah?" she said, still crying. "Bree tell me what's wrong." I said, sitting on the edge of her bed. She shook her head. "I'm okay." she said, wiping her eyes. "No you're not." I whispered. "You practically ran up here when we got home. I know when something is wrong Bree. You're like a mood ring. Your hair changes colors and right now it's black. You're depressed Bree. Now tell me what's wrong." She took a deep breath. "I lied." she whispered. "What?" I asked softly. "I lied!" Bree said. "My parents….my parent….c-c-committed s-s-suicide!" I openly stared in shock. "Why?" I asked. "I don't know!" Bree said. "I don't know."

Bree's P.O.V

Alright I told Quirrel. Why did I tell him? I'll never know the answer to that question but he knows. "Oh my Rowling, Bree. Why didn't you tell me and Voldemort in the first place?" I shrugged. "I didn't think it was important." LIES! My mind screamed. ALL LIES! You know why you're here! Your parents are-"TRYING TO KILL ME!" Wait. Did I just say that out loud? "W-what?" Quirrel said, shocked. "U-um m-my parents aren't really dead. Th-they're.. trying to kill me." Quirrel was openly staring now. "VOLDEMORT!" he screamed. "WHAT?" Voldemort yelled, running to my room. "What happened?" Quirrel said, "Bree tell him what you just told me." I took a deep breath, looked at Voldemort and whispered, "My parents are trying to kill me." Voldemort looked at Quirrel. "Is she serious?" Quirrel and I nodded at the same time. It was true.

Voldemort's P.O.V

Bree and Quirrel nodded at the same time. Bree's parents were trying to kill her? Wait. Whoever they were they weren't her parents anymore. Quirrel and I were. "Bree" I said. "You're not Bree Manson anymore." Quirrel smiled. He caught on. "You're Bree Faith Riddle-Quirrel." he finished for me. Bree smiled, motioned me over….and threw her arms around me and Quirrel. "I know I am." she said as she released both of us. Her hair was purple now and she was smiling now. I smiled too. It was good to see my daughter smile. Wait. Daughter? I watched as Bree whispered something to Quirrel and laughed. Probably an inside joke. But that wasn't important now. What was important was that I realized something. " I love you, Bree." I said. Quirrel and Bree stared at me in shock. "I-I-I love you too, Voldemort." she said. I pulled Quirrel and and Bree into a hug. We were a complete family now. Nothing could take that away. Nothing. I wouldn't let it happen. Never.

Bree's P.O.V

The next day I woke up and remembered I told Quirrel and Voldmort what was really wrong. I went downstairs dressed in a neon blue shirt, yellow jeans, green converse shoes and my hair was blue as usual. "Hey guys," I said as I walked into the kitchen. "Oh geez!" Voldemort said as soon as he saw me. "Don't you ever dress normal?" I shook my head. "Never."

Voldemort P.O.V

Bree never dresses normal. Suddenly, I noticed she was staring at something. "What are you staring at?" I asked. "The guitar in the corner." she said. "Who's is it?" "Mine." Quirrel answered. "I play guitar." Bree said. "Play something." Quirrel said. "Oh no I-" Bree started but I interrupted. "I'd like to hear you p;ay." Bree shrugged and picked up the guitar and started to play and sing, I could not believe what I heard.