Lost In Riddles

Her Father A tyrant, a dictator, know by all and feared by many. A truly terrible heritage it is to be the daughter of Lord Voldemort. Romany Riddle.After 26 wizarding school experiences and the terrible taunts and treatment at Beauxbatons. It only seems sensible to move school, somewhere permanent and practical. But Hogwarts? The sorting hat, something Romany had feared as it was inevitable she'd be in Slytherin of course, and everyone knew it. Apparently not as she is placed in Gryffindor. Of course her DADA teacher would turn out to be a Death eater, and he’d constantly harass her.In the midst of this as The Triwizard Tournament approaches, of course one of the schools they’d be competing against would be Beauxbatons. Obviously meaning all the horrible bints would appear and try to charm her crush Cedric Diggory who clearly was only interested in one person. And lastly it was typical she’d become dangerously close to Harry Potter.

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2. Chapter One: The Girl With An Unfortunate Heritage

So It happened.

Dear Miss Riddle,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...

Miss Riddle, Romany Riddle to be exact - nice to meet you - is me. Now I bet you're thinking how does such a disastrous, unfortunate creature such as yourself earn a place at Hogwarts? The answer to that is I don't know. I don't know how, who or why I was accepted into Hogwarts as if you're at all knowledgeable in history and/or current affairs you'd know it's just odd. More than odd just down right obscure, bizarre, the spectacle of all oddities.

My heritage should exclude me from this school alone, not including my not very spectacular grades, or stability of schooling. Or my attitude and behaviour, surely whoever approves these applications would take one look at my last name and shred up my application (which I didn't send) tutting at the very thought of my attendance. But someone had obviously decided to be controversial and thought...Romany Riddle? Then begun reading through my application, but like I said even without knowledge of my family, surely my semi-average grades would mean I would not qualify to move there after not being there from the start. Surely I couldn't surpass everyone on the surely hefty waiting list. Maybe they thought it could be a funny joke...Well if so I wasn't in the least bit amused.

And that's why I hate my name because I've barely strung a few words together and I bet you're already making up some sort of image or idea in your head.I loathe my name. People condemn me as soon as they heard it, which is baseless; you can't judge someone's character based on their name. Can you? I hope not, never would I want to be anything like my father; he did bad things to people

And he scared me.

That's deplorable, being terrified of your own father. Luckily, I didn't see him much but I heard of him all the time. However lately he'd been all about seeing me, finding out about my life. Something I wasn't used to and I wasn't sure whether it was a pleasant thing or not.

Incase you need clarity, my father is Voldemort, the dark lord, Tom riddle, whichever you wish to call it. To me he was just dad. I couldn't complain too much I guess, he wasn't the worst in the world, well apart from the times he was trying to enslave people. Being the ultimate tyrannical dictator.

Everyone else knew it too, that's why as soon as I introduced myself, Romany Riddle -as if the Alliteration wasn't bad enough- everybody seemed completely perturbed by my presence. Including people at school, that is why I have been to twenty-six different wizarding schools in my short life of fourteen -soon to be fifteen - years.

Currently, I attended Beauxbatons Academy and everyone there was particularly terrible and for once not just about my heritage either. All the girls there liked to think themselves as some sort of pedigree well bred, groomed, dressed and mannered. That's why I didn't fit, they were all: fair haired, short, skinny, fair skinned, perfect straight hair, elegant, well spoken with no clear accent. I was: Tall, curvy, with raven black hair, mixed race, wild wavy haired, eccentric, clumsy, awkward and often rather outspoken. The only thing about my physical proximity that was remotely proper were my icy blue eyes - inherited from my father - but they were oddly shaped and if you focused long enough it was clear one was bigger than the other. I was an outsider; "fat", "retarded", different and terminally odd, other girls not hesitating to remind me.

Last week I cried to my mother for hours begging her to transfer me to any other school in the world; which is odd because I never cry or make a fuss in front of anyone, showing too much emotion or intimacy showed weakness my father had told me. Although I'd never had any close friends or close family to show intimacy or emotion to, so maybe I wouldn't know. But the fact I didn't know meant I didn't show any explicit emotion to anyone: Especially, not my mother. As much as I loved my mother she was too naïve, timid, laid-back and light-hearted. I felt as if I was the parent and she was the careless burden free teenager that I was supposed to be.

Although I lie, I did have a close friend. But we'll come to him later.

"Are you excited?" My Mum asked me once again, sunshine reflecting off her hazel eyes, a smile spreading across her face.

I wanted to state how un-excited I was. I wanted to kick, scream, cry and refuse to go because that's how I felt. I wanted to make a fuss over how stupid of an idea it was. Because it was, it was a terrible idea for so many terrible reasons. And I wanted to confront who had ever come up with such a ridiculous idea. But I didn't.

Instead I mimicked the smile upon my mother's face and replied with a nod, before coming back and writing everything down in my diary. Which is how I'm communicating with you now so openly, not in my head. No! Thinking things in one's head is much too dangerous; accessing thoughts is much too simple, especially when those thoughts are so loud. Writing things down and hiding it in a place where no one would think to look is safer, words can be spoken but words can't speak. You can only find words if you're looking for them and know where to look, finding words isn't as explicitly simple as accessing thoughts, which you can actually trip over accidentally. I know I've done it.

I do it often.

I often trip over my mother's thoughts as her head is so empty she might as well be saying everything out loud. Accessing thoughts is all about learning that person's voice, learning how they speak and learning patterns; it's like an encrypted code. Some are more complex than others but there isn't a single code I've not managed to access, except from my fathers because I haven't tried and I can tell everything he expresses on the outside is what's on the inside. There isn't much hidden with my father, he thinks there is but there isn't; I can see the pain, the lies, the illness and the fatigue.

But don't think of me as a prude; I don't access anything private, only surface thoughts and actions. Simple things like people's opinions on things, or when they are about to do something such as "I think I'll walk over there now".

"Hey mum." I said trying to grasp her attention, she was reading The Daily Prophet and glanced up at me from her reading. "Could I perhaps invite Draco over?" I asked.

"Do you even have to ask that question of course you can." My mum laughed.

I told you we'd get to him, Draco Malfoy was a close friend of mine, I'd known him since I was young and we just got along. We didn't really have any shared traits but for some reason I just got him and he got me, we worked well together. Now and then people made "suggestive" comments but we were just very good friends and that was all. Although he was boy, that's why I couldn't go into too much depth about emotion because that's not what guy friends are for, that's what girl friends are for but I've never had one of those. I didn't even know what having one meant or entailed.

Elated I grabbed my coat and slid out of the doorway, Malfoy manor was within walking distance of my house which was lucky. It didn't take long before I found myself there seeing the grandness of it before me. There was no mistaking it was huge but I didn't like going inside it was cold, sinister and it didn't seem like it could be a home. It was abnormally clean and quiet it seemed more like those houses that you look around and have fancy artefacts in them, a tourist attraction. To my surprise Draco was sat on the front step of the manor looking rather gloomy and aloof.

He brightened up a little catching sight of me, taking that as an invitation I sat down beside him. He had his head in his hands elbows placed firmly upon his lap.

"What an earth are you doing out here?" I asked him, putting an extra tone of joy into my voice; he proceeded to look into the distance as if he hadn't acknowledged my presence.

"My father has guests; he always gets irritable when he has guests so..." He trailed off.

"You decided to stay out of the way?" I finished for him; he took his head out of his hands and looked at me. "I don't blame you to be honest, parents are terribly temperamental especially ones like ours." I sighed.

"It doesn't even bear thinking about." He replied I rested both my hands on his shoulder placing my chin on the back of my hands.

"Tell you what; if you want to stay out of the way you can come to my house. Pesky parent free, just my mother." I laughed; he didn't reply so I moved my hands off his shoulder and reverted back to a normal seating position. "I know what you're thinking; I know how your feeling. Trust me sat there thinking about it will not help, so you better hurry up because I'm not taking no for an answer." I sung, poking him gently in the sides where I knew he was slightly ticklish.

Even though his face was turned away from me I could sense a slight smile. "Draco I can hear you smiling." I said to him.

"How can you hear my smile?" He asked turning to face me.

"You just admitted I made you smile so does it matter?" I replied, poking him in the ribs. He laughed and shook his head; I stood up off the step and tugged gently at his arm. He obeyed and we walked together laughing and talking about random nonsense all the way back to my house.

***

I had been spinning in this swivel chair for so long I felt ridiculously dizzy, but for some reason I didn't take that as a signal to stop. Draco was holding my acceptance letter in his hand, and grabbed my chair stunting my spinning when he had finished taking it all in.

"This is real!" He stated, seeming shocked.

"No Draco I forged the letter." I retorted playfully, he mimicked me in a mocking voice.

"No, what I mean is you didn't apply to Hogwarts."

"Nope"

"Neither did your mother."

"Definitely not she's not that vacant." He gasped in astonishment.

"So your saying that..." He trailed of not wanting to make any sort of implication.

"Yes it must have been my Dad." I said moving over so Draco and I could share the chair.

"But why would he, surely that would be the last thing to cross his mind. In fact it wouldn't at all?"

"Well you'd think so." I mumbled. There was a moment of silence as we both tried to come up with a feasible deduction.

"I think we should ask your mother anyway." Draco insisted, I knew she hadn't sent it but in a way he was right we might as well ask and even if she hadn't sent it she might know something. So Draco lead me down the stairs into the kitchen where my mother was reading a book, I assumed it was a romance. She usually read those I remember when I was younger picking one up she'd left on the table and discovering its...colourful contents put it back down straight away, scarred for life.

"Mum." I called, she looked up from her book smiling like an idiot. "Did you send an application letter off to Hogwarts?" I asked her. She stopped smiling and her face became twisted and blank, you could tell she was mortally confused.

"No I thought you did, that's why I kept asking if you were excited." She replied putting the book down on the table, well that was interesting. Mum didn't even know where the letter had come from, we all stood in silence for a moment because in attempt to shed some light on the situation things had just become even more confusing. "Well perhaps, they saw you were out of school and sent you a letter personally. You know how schools do it with all their fancy files and stuff." She added.

Well...That was possible. At least I thought it was...Yes that was it, that was definitely it! I don't know why they would have sent me a letter anyway even if they did know about me looking for a new school, but what other possibilities were there? Stupid ones that's what.

"Yeah totally." I wheezed in reply, just then there was a small knock on the door. My mother got out of her chair and ran her fingers through her hair, sorting her clothes out for any creases and doing a little giddy dance. She then wiped under her eyes with her fingers and around her lips before answering the door, I don't know why she did that before answering the door. I don't know who she was expecting, although I never knew why my mother did anything.

I don't know why she had decided to ban apples from the house, or why she hung oranges around the door frame one New Year, or why she made sure to always have fresh peaches on the counter tops. Maybe she had a fruit fetish or maybe OFD obsessive fruit disorder. Not to mention when she decided to dye all of our white clothes pink, something in a magazine had convinced her that white was negative and caused abnormalities or something about white sock dye causing toe fungus. I never remember which one.

My socks still have an off white glow, but I guess I don't have toe-fungus which is the main thing.

At the door stood a girl, she was about my age I'd say and she stared brightly at my mother. I frowned at her she seemed a sweet goody two-shoes type which I usually despised. But taking one look at her I knew, he startling blonde hair and pale lucid skin she was a-

"Malfoy, Nicole Malfoy." The girl beamed, in a sweet sing song voice. Draco's expression mirrored mine as he shuffled closer to me, looking repulsed, worried and exasperated. The girl noticed Draco attempting to hide behind me but still proceeded to ask my mother "is Draco here? my Uncle mentioned your daughter's name and urged me to go find him. He is needed back at the Manor." Draco let out a heavy sigh. We both knew his father would be mad at him and I couldn't help feeling it was my fault, well it was my fault.

"Of course, come in sweetheart." My mother replied inviting her in, Nicole bounded in and glared at me. I gave her a mucky look in return; maybe she did notice me frowning at her.

"Draco we have to go now!" Nicole snapped trying to drag him away.

"Why! I hate family dinners; you sit there and get tons of praise while I always get moaned at by my father." Draco whined, I stood awkwardly between the two of them as they begun to argue with each other

"Can I-"

"No!" They both snapped at me, before beginning to bicker again.

I sighed and sat on the kitchen counter, swinging my legs and eyeing Draco's cousin. So far I didn't like her; she was a kiss-up. Before I could interrupt them, there was another knock at the door; I got up without doing a stupid answering the door ritual, answering to Lucius who nodded at me. I smiled in return and as he noticed Nicole and Draco arguing, tutted and walked towards them.

"Stop this immediately!" He snapped, and they did. Why couldn't I do that? I began trying to imitate Lucius' tone quietly, in case they started again and Lucius wasn't around to stop them.

"Nicole you were supposed to be bringing him, straight home not stopping to admire the scenery. Why has it taken you so long?" Lucius retorted

"I got lost on the way here and-"

"I won't hear another word of it! And as for you." Lucius turned to Draco, "never have I-" I felt the need to interrupt by stepping in Lucius' path. He looked rather surprised.

"It's not their fault!" I snapped a little too harshly. "It's not their fault; I insisted Draco come with me back here. And being the polite gentleman you raised him as he didn't refuse and as for Nicole, I invited her in and urged her to stay even though she expressed how urgently she needed to leave. But I understand she didn't wish to put across the wrong impression and instead withhold the polite, honourable air they have picked up from you." I lied through gritted teeth.

"Clearly." He replied.

There was a moment of silence as every calmed and adjusted to the new situation. "Since you are so eager to be with me son and niece, I have a proposition for you. The Quidditch world cup match is tomorrow, we have an extra seat as my sister didn't wish to come. She doesn't believe in commercial sport, and I hate waste so perhaps you'd wish to take her place."

For once in his life Lucius had acted generously and it impressed me and I actually was grateful towards him.

"We have a seat in the minister's box, it'd be foolish to pass up such high calibre seats." Ruined it.

"That'd be wonderful, thank you for the opportunity." I replied doing a tiny curtsey as I had been taught at Beauxbatons.

"We have to leave early in the morning so you'll have to stay the night, I'll speak to your mother while you collect your bag." Lucius replied, venturing into my living room to find my mother.

"I'm going home." Nicole said before leaving, nice to meet you too. I didn't know what to think of Nicole but so far my impressions weren't great. But I thought I'd give her another chance afterall I wished people would give me a chance, so it only seemed fair.

"How did you manage that?" Draco asked.

"Etiquette and Eloquence lessons at Beauxbatons, they do actually come in handy." I explained.

"Well don't ever do it again, it's weird I don't like it." Draco shuddered.

"Aww didums." I cooed.

"Shut up." He snapped, which made me laugh.

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