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Anna ate her breakfast quietly, not bothering to look up at anyone for nobody held her interest. She pretended she hadn't heard the argument this morning, in which the older years confronted Draco about being friends with her. They called her a mudblood. She wasn't even angry, she felt contempt. Draco hadn't backed down, he had gotten angry and told them something; he whispered something and then they backed down immediately. They stared at her. Draco knew who she was and had told them. Anna bit her lip in anger. Why didn't he tell her?

She wasn't going to cause a scene. Snape had come into the common room last night, right after the feast, and said that the house had to be united. Any disagreements had to be kept behind closed doors. No weakness could be shown to the other students. She wouldn't do that, she couldn't dream of it.

Anna rubbed her head absent-mindedly. She still had a migraine, it was like a soft thrumming through her head that just wouldn't fade away. At least the nausea wasn't so bad that she couldn't eat. She looked up as Snape put down her timetable next to her tea-cup.

"Thank you, sir." She mumbled and, though he made no response, she knew he heard her.

She didn't feel like acting all sweet and cuddly with the other Slytherins. What was the point? Everyone saw through eachother easily. She couldn't be bothered if it was in vain. Anna snapped her neck sideways and closed her eyes. The food was nicer than at the orphanage. She had a large room to herself, like all Slytherins, and it was nicely furnished with a four-poster bed with green sheets, a desk and a small bookcase. It felt... private, like it was her own place. She smiled softly but that slid off her face as Draco sat in front of her.

He scowled at her. "You didn't wait for me."

Anna sipped her tea, ignoring the comment. "What do you think of what Dumbledore said last night? About the third floor corridor?"

Pansy sat next to her as Greg and Vince sat on either side of Draco. Anna hid her distaste at the other girl -they weren't in the common room- and kept eating. Draco looked at her for a while before grabbing his own breakfast and shrugging.

"The old man does as he likes. Why should we care?"

"We shouldn't." Pansy cut in. "He's insane anyway. That's what Mother says."

"You should learn to think for yourself, Pansy. There's not always going to be someone to tell you what to think." Anna muttered.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Pansy hissed.

Anna looked the other girl in the eyes. "Nothing." She put down her empty teacup. "We have Potions and then Defence. I'm going to my room to get my things." She stood and walked off ignoring Draco's look of surprise.

She walked against the current as most of the students were heading towards the Great Hall instead of from it, but since she was small she just stuck to the walls and weaved around the suits of armor and other things. Her eyes landed on an interesting painting every now and then but she didn't talk to them, most of them would gossip -the prefects had told them as much- and she didn't want people knowing everything she said in a private conversation. As she stepped through the common room entrance she bumped into Theo.

"Anna." He mumbled, looking at her in surprise. His voice was soft and raspy, as if he rarely raised it or even used it. "Done with breakfast?"

Anna nodded. "I have to get my things."

"What do we have first?"

"Just Potions and Defence."

Theo nodded and turned around. "If you'll wait a second I can get my things and we'll walk to Potions together. I don't usually have breakfast."

Anna nodded. "Fine." She passed him and walked down the hall to the girls' dormitories. Her door had her name painted on it and she just had to press her wand to the door handle to unlock it. She stuffed her books and potions supplies into a small backpack and left, humming softly under her breath. It calmed her so much that there was rarely a day in which she didn't hum the song.

Sitting in the common room she looked around. The sofas were of green velvet, as were the footstools and armchairs. The cushions and curtains were silver and all the wood -from furniture and floor- was thick and dark. A few paintings hung on the walls, but they were all of famous Slytherins, which meant they wouldn't tell anything to any non-Slytherins. Then the windows caught her eyes. She knew they looked into the Black Lake, but last night the water had been so dark it could have been thick black paint. Now she saw the green water glittering and mermaids looking in and waving now and then. She smiled softly at one of them and then stood up when Theo walked in.

Theo gave her a strange look but then beckoned her first through the door. "Ladies first." He said.

Anna raised an eyebrow but passed. They walked in silence to Potions, but Anna prefered his truthful silence to Draco's lies.

Draco sat next to her in Potions. Anna didn't look at him.

"What is wrong with you?" He hissed under his breath.

"Nothing is wrong with me. It's what's wrong with you that's the matter."

He looked at her in bewilderment. "What are you talking about?"

Anna's eyes hardened. "I'll tell you after all our classes. Now isn't the time and here isn't the place." She motioned to the other people in the room, particularly Pansy who had been glaring at her since she walked in. Pansy was sitting next to Daphne Greengrass, a pretty blonde who seemed to be much more pleasant company than Pansy. Anna busied herself by taking out her supplies and cauldron, ordering them all in alphabetical order and then staring ahead trying to keep herself from puking -that damn nausea had come back- and ignore the migraine which had become a deep thrumming which really hurt.

On the other side of the corridor, Theo was leafing through his potions book, though he kept glancing sideways at her. He hadn't minded walking with her, though the only reason he had done it in the first place was because his father had insisted that the Dark Lord's goddaughter be well taken care of. He did as his father told him, when he had no choice, but he did his best to find as many loopholes as he could. Well taken care of didn't mean happy and he knew she was upset. Her eyes weren't that hard to read. She had probably noticed Draco knew her identity, seeing as the blond had decidedly not been subtle when he told the other children of Death Eaters, which he assumed she didn't know herself. Thus, she was angry for not being told. If her family didn't tell her, he wouldn't either. He knew his place in such delicate situations.

The Slytherins became silent after this small episode, which all of them had pretended to ignore -and the Gryffindors had flat-out not noticed- and minded their own business until class started.

The door burst open and professor Snape stalked in, his long dark robes billowing behind him as if there were wind. Which in Anna's opinion was just to show off.

"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class." Snape stood in the front of the class and turned to them "As such, I don't expect many of you to enjoy the subtle art and exact science that is potion making. However, for those select few-" Snape looked at Draco and Anna saw him grin at their Head of House. "who possess the predisposition, I can teach you to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death."

Snape let his eyes trail over the students, until they landed on someone. Anna followed his eyes and saw the skinny boy that had angered Draco on the train. The messy mop of brown hair was immediately recognizeable, but the green eyes which she had found to be of such an... interesting colour were cast downwards to a notebook, where he was scribbling what the professor had just said.

"Then again," Snape continued in a voice laced with poison. "maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that they feel confident enough to not pay attention."

A bushy haired girl beside him -another Gryffindor, Anna thought snidely- shoved his arm and Harry looked up hurriedly, his hair falling to all sides and revealing his famous scar. Anna heard Draco mutter something but ignored him, he was probably still offended by the boy.

"Mr Potter, our... new... celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"Easy." Draco muttered.

"Yes, now shut up." Anna whispered.

Harry shrugged while the girl next to him half stood in an effort to get professor Snape to see her hand in the air. Everyone had already seen her hand and there was absolutely no need for her to answer. Snape wasn't questioning Harry to see what he knew, he clearly just didn't like him and wanted to put him in his place. Something which all the Slytherins seemed to approve of. It probably didn't speak in their favour to notice that the enmity between the houses was such that they approved of the humiliation of a student by a teacher.

"You don't know? Well, lets try again. Where, mr Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?"

"The drawer labled 'bezoars'?" Theo mumbled.

A small snigger passed through the Slytherin desks but nobody was paying attention to them. Rather, everyone's eyes were turned to Harry Potter, who now answered with "I don't know, sir." and the other girl, who was quite literally standing by this point. Anna wouldn't be surprised if she resorted to jumping up and down.

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"I don't know sir."

To the Slytherins' disappointment, the girl didn't start jumping, but seemed to give up as she sat down and looked at her lap. Apparently she had some sort of self-respect. But honestly, that image of desperation would stay with her forever. What kind of child was so eager to answer a teacher's question. Particularly Snape. Anna just kept reading her potions book and rubbing her forehead to get rid of the pain.

"Pity." Snape said. "Clearly, fame isn't everything is it, mr Potter?"

"Are you alright, Anna?" Draco whispered as they walked to Defence. He had noticed Anna rubbing her head throughout Potions and now hung her head and dropped her pace. He put a hand on her shoulder and, to his surprise, she didn't shrug it off. She just stopped walking and looked him straight in the eyes. Around then, Greg, Vince, Pansy, Daphne, Blaise and Theo stopped walking and made a sort of protective circle around them. They seemed to pretend to be talking amongst each other or looking for something in their bags but Draco knew, they were listening. Slytherins stuck together and if there was something wrong with one of them, they were all involved.

Anna looked at them for a second before shaking her head. "No, I don't feel well. I... I'm dizzy and nauseous and the migraine I had last night only got worse. After class I'll talk to you properly and then I want to go to bed and lie down because I can't stay on my feet much longer." Anna grabbed Draco's arm for support. "But don't go getting any ideas, Draco. I'm still angry at you."

"But why?" He asked frustratedly as he led her forwards, walking to class with the others all around them.

"Not now, Draco." Anna growled. "Just get us seats at the back of the class. As far away from Quirrell as you can."

Draco looked at Anna curiously but nodded. Just why he was listening to her, he didn't know but if she wasn't feeling well he would help her get better. If he could. That was what family was for.

"Draco." Theo whispered behind him.

Draco turned his face slightly to show he had heard him.

"She knows you know who she is. She's angry that you didn't tell her."

Draco almost groaned, but didn't since she would hear him and nodded in thanks. Then they stepped through the door and saw professor Quirrell. He sat behind his desk but looked up immediately when they stepped in. Draco didn't know what it was but he didn't quite believe the innocent mask that was placed when he realized who they were.

The others greeted Quirrell politely but he busied himself in leading Anna to her seat, a seat as far away from Quirrell as possible, and getting their belongings out. He looked at her worriedly when he heard a small whimper pass her lips. Her face was screwed up in pain and her eyes were closed. She held her head as if she were afraid it would break.

He sat down. "Breathe, Anna." He whispered.

Anna nodded and rested her head on her books. "I think I might throw up."

"Don't." Pansy whispered from her stop before them "You'll get it all over me."

Daphne next to Pansy rolled her eyes. "Don't listen to her, Anna. Just concentrate on your breathing and you'll be fine until after class. Then we'll get you to the common room and we'll talk to professor Snape."

A small hum passed Anna's lips and they noticed she was humming a melody, even through her shaky breaths. Her back seemed to stop shaking and her breathing became slightly more regular so whatever she was doing must have been helping.

"W- well, now that y-you are all he-here, we can st-st-start the class." Quirrell stood and walked to the board.

Draco winced as Anna let out a small groan.

"M-miss Connor, p-please stay a while." Quirrell piped up as they were about to leave.

Anna's hand clenched on Draco's arm but she straightened up. "Wait for me in the common room." She mumbled and turned around. "Yes sir."

She noticed Draco and the others hesitating by the door but she looked back at them and gave them the calmest smile she could muster. Slowly they started leaving and she took a deep breath before walking to the front of the class. The rest of the students passed by her and she bit her lip trying to push all the pain she felt at approaching Quirrell to the back of her mind. He had sat down at his desk and seemed to be putting his things back in order. He didn't even look up until the rest of the children had left.

"You wanted something professor?" Anna asked.

"What hurts?" He asked without stuttering at a single word.

Anna frowned in confusion but for some reason she heard herself answering without meaning to. "My head. I have nausea and I have vertigo."

Quirrell looked up from his desk and pointed his wand at her. Before Anna would react, her world turned black.

"Are you sure about this, my Lord?" Quirinius asked.

"Of course I'm sure, you fool." The face on the back of his head snapped. "That is Bella's girl and the only reason she feels like this is because that fool Dumbledore didn't let me finish the ritual properly. I had to perform a second ceremony a day, maybe two, after the first, which would bring balance back to her magical core. A closing ceremony to the opening one I'd already performed on her. I put part of my core inside hers, of course it would have side effects. She feels pain when around me, less pain now than if I had my own body, and all magic makes her ill. Being around magic, using magic, anything with it makes her sicker and sicker. It's even worse now that she's been like this for eleven years. Eleven years!"

His master's anger burned him and a whimper a small cry of pain echoed in the room, which was empty besides for him and the stunned girl on his desk.

"I cannot do much without my body." Lord Voldemort continued. "I will have to do the closing ceremony properly when I have my body back, but now I can make the pain she feels around me disappear. She is my goddaughter, Quirrell. She is mine, damn it, Bellatrix gave her to me. I will not let anyone break what is mine"

"Y-yes, my Lord." He whimpered, lowering his head in pain.

"Obliviate her when I am done." Was the last thing Quirinius heard before his master took over his body in a flood of pain.

When he came to, Quirinius sat on his chair just looking at the little girl. She was still stunned and Lord Voldemort was silent. He supposed casting such powerful dark magic in his current state must have been exhausting. He rubbed his forehead, wiping away some beads of sweat before standing up and pointing his Aspen wand at Anna...belle's face. He hesitated a second before casting the spell.

"Obliviate." He felt his magic swoop through her mind and modify her most recent memories. When that was done he moved her to a chair. "Renervate." He whispered and watched carefully as her eyelids fluttered open. Pretty grey eyes looked at him in confusion.

"Y-you f-f-fainted." He stuttered. "I think i-it was the ver-ver-vertigo."

Anna frowned but nodded, still clearly confused. "I apologise, professor. I think I should get going now."

"Y-yes. Make sure to talk t-to p-p-professor Snape."

The girl nodded, still rubbing her head, and picked up her bag. She swung it over her shoulder and hurried unsteadily from the room. As she left, Quirinius couldn't help but sigh in relief.

As soon as she exited the classroom, her head seemed to split open. Anna cried out in pain, but no one heard her as she was in an empty corridor, and fell to her knees. She clutched her head as wave after wave of agony washed over her, each one driving her further into her mind than the last, until it stopped and all the colours around her had disappeared. Everything was in black, white and grey and the trees in the courtyard in front of her were... smaller. Another memory? For a second she thought it was just that, until her body started moving without her permission. A small cry of panic escaped her lips but then her lips snapped shut for her.

Anna didn't know whether to be afraid of joyous. She didn't have control of her body, and it was walking on the opposite direction from the Slytherin common room, but -for some reason- the nausea, dizziness and headache were gone. Her legs kept moving and she walked through halls and up stairs. She weaved through corridors, passing through doors, past paintings and ghosts, until she reached a door. It was a tall door, made of twisted metal with gold plastered here and there. Her hand reached out and turned the handle and the door swung open, revealing rows upon rows of shelves covered in trophies. Her eyes landed on a boy in the middle of the room. He was older than her, and very tall. Black hair fell across his eyes and his lips were curled into a smile. Her body moved forwards to stand beside him.

She studied him for a while, particularly his dark eyes which were just staring at a trophy in front of them. For some reason he seemed familiar but she couldn't put her finger on it before her face was forcefully turned to the trophy. It was a large trophy and it shone in the candle light. In a plaque near the base was written in beautiful curving handwriting:

Hogwarts Award for Services to the School

Tom Marvolo Riddle

Tom Riddle? That was the same as... But before Anna could finish the thought her body started twitching in pain. Anna shut her eyes but as soon as it had come, it was gone, and she was kneeling in front of the Defence classroom again. The nausea and vertigo were back, but for some reason they had fallen to the background of her mind and she didn't feel as bad as she had before. In fact, she felt as she had when she had arrived. Which in comparison to half an hour ago, was almost like new.

Swallowing nervously, Anna hurried to her feet and headed to the common room. As soon as she entered Draco was rushing to her, worry drawn all over his face. Anna froze when she saw him. She was still angry, wasn't she? But as she saw him like that, concerned for her wellbeing, she couldn't help but force herself to forgive him. He was the first person who... cared, he wouldn't hide something like this from her. She trusted him.

"Anna! Are you alright?" Draco grabbed her arm and gently, at least to him, guided her to an armchair.

"I'm feeling better, Draco." She gave him a genuine smile, causing him and the rest of them to pause. "I think it has to get worse before it gets better. Don't worry about it." She stood up and grabbed her things, heading for her room.

"Anna!" Draco called her back.

"Yes?" She asked, turning back to him.

"Weren't you angry at me for something?"

Anna paused before shaking her head. "No, no it's alright now."