Voldemort's Lost Daughter

Young Scarlet Riddle has no had no idea what was in store for her. Tossed from foster home to foster home, Scarlet feels unwanted. But recently she has been doing odd things. When the other foster kids are being rude to Scarlet, snakes will appear from nowhere and scare them away. But when a man comes and tells Scarlet she's a witch and should go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she thinks she's definitely gone crazy. But could it be...? Read Scarlet's story as she discovers secrets that will keep you on the edge of your seat, makes forbidden friendships and horrible enemies. Note from Author- Please read and keep comments positive. I need my self-esteem, okay? And if you see a grammar mistake or a run-on sentence or something like that, please point it out so my story can improve. Thanks!

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2. Harry Potter, the Wizard

        Although it seems like it was only a day ago when Dumbledore visited me, but it has been almost a month and I am just now sneaking out to Diagon Alley. I pack my measly amount of things into my small trunk and slip out the door early in the morning. I sit at the bus stop, waiting for the bus that most likely won't take me all the way to London. But then, I see a two-decker painted purple swerving down the street. I sigh. 

         "Why, 'ello there, my name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor for this eve."  The massive bus has stopped before me, and a man with scraggly brown hair and a conductor's hat stands in the open doors. "Where is it you need to go?"

"The-The Leaky Cauldron, in London," I studder, hesitating to reply. 

"Alright-y then. Doing some school shopping, is it?" says Shunpike.

"How do you know that?"

"Why, this is the Knight Bus, the best transportation for stranded witches and wizards. You are a witch, ain't ya?"

I wait a moment. The words refuse to come out. I am a witch. Then I think for a second-that's awesome! "Yes, sir. Scarlet Riddle."

"Riddle?" Shunpike's eyes widen to the size of saucers. "Really? Where do you come from?"

"The foster home down there." I point down the block. 

"Okay. Sorry, thought you were someone else."

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