In My Own Footsteps //D.M.//

Most of you know about Tom Riddle by now, but do you know about me? You probably don't because I've been locked away for fifty years. I got a curse put on me so I wouldn't age after ten, but the people I have been staying with found an antidote. In case you're still lost, let me spell it out for you, I'm a wizard.

I've just turned eleven and I've got my hogwarts letter. I don't want to be bad anymore. I want to be good. The people who have taken care of me think I need to get into Slytherin, but I want Gryffindor. I want to find love and make my own choices for once. Maybe you should know who I am before I tell you my story.

My name is Felicity Riddle. I am Tom Riddle's daughter.


3. If Only You Knew

This was it. I've been pampered and cleaned. I'm going to meet Draco. This seems like it isn't a big deal, but for me, it is. I've watched him grow up and now I'm finally going to meet him.

"Draco, you need to meet someone," I heard Cis say.

"Who is it Mother? Is another one of Father's friends?" I heard his voice outside the door.

"No, it's one of his friend's daughter," she knocked three times on the guest bedroom door in which I was staying.

"C-come in!" I stuttered.

I was so nervous. They came in and just stared at me for a few seconds.

"Hi, I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," he smiled.

"I know," I said shyly.

"And you are?" He chuckled.

"Riddle. Felicity Riddle," I said.

"Nice to meet you Felicity," he held out his hand for me to shake.

His hand was warm, though with his pale skin and platinum hair you would think he would be cold.

"You too," I smiled.

"Let's go darlings, dinner is ready," Cis said.

"Follow me. I know the shortcut," Draco said.

He ran down a narrow hallway and I instantly recognized where we were. I watched Draco run through this hall since he was 4.

He finally slowed down to a walk and asked me, "So, how does my father know you?"

"My father and your father have known each other for a long time," I answered.

"Are they friends?" He questioned.

"Eh, more like co-workers," I replied.

"Why haven't I heard of you before?" He looked at me in confusion.

"Our fathers haven't talked in a long time. My father left for work and sent me here because he trusted the Malfoys to get me to Hogwarts," I explained it as best as I could.

I mean, I can't just tell him that my father is Lord Voldemort. If I did, he would be terrified and I wouldn't have any friends.

"Where is your mother? Can she not take care of you?" He struck a nerve without even realizing.

"Uhm… well... She uh.. She left me on my fathers doorstep after I was born. I don't know who she is," I confessed.

"Oh wow, I'm so sorry," he put his hand on my shoulder.

"It's okay. I'm over it. I mean, I didn't even know her," I laughed nervously.

"Yeah, but still," he shrugged.

I giggled. I never imagined him to be like this. It always seemed like he was spoiled rotten, ignorant, and selfish. Turns out he actually cares about people.

We made it to the dining room and sat at the long table next to each other.

"Hello, Felicity," Lucius greeted.

"Lucius," I nodded my head in greeting.

"I see you've met Draco," he smiled.

"Yeah," I shyly looked down.

He knew that that's what I have wanted for a while.

"Father, when shall we leave tomorrow? We still need to get Felicity a wand, seeing as she hasn't got one," Draco said.

"We shall leave at 10:30 a.m. The train will leave at noon," he informed.

We all nodded as plates of food suddenly appeared in front of us.

"Dig in," Lucius smiled.

The food was delicious. It was steak with a baked potato.

"The food is amazing, Lucius," I complimented.

"Thank you, darling. It was made by house elves," he told me.

"I figured," I said.

Okay the enslavement of house elves is so wrong. They do everything for you and they get a beating? What the hell did they ever do to you?

I knew that I had a sour look on my face so I looked down at my food as I ate. I hadn't had a meal this good in a long time.

That night I slept in Draco's bed with him. No, don't think of it like that. We stayed up let talking. I fell asleep at the foot of the bed and he fell asleep at the head of his bed.


"Hold onto my arms everyone," Lucius held out his arms.

We were going to aperate to Diagon Alley to get my wand at Ollivander's.

We all took hold of his arms and he aperated us to Diagon Alley.

When we got there I leaned over with my hands on my knees. I felt like I was going to throw up.

"It's okay, Lic," Draco called me by his nickname he made for me, "It only lasts a few seconds."

After about a minute my stomach went back to normal.

"Thanks Dray," I called him by his nickname.

"No problem," he smiled.

"Honey, let's go to Ollivander's. You need a wand," Cis led me to the wand shop.

Her, Draco, and Lucius stayed outside, wanting to give me my privacy.

"Hello?" I called out to the seemingly empty store.

"Yes?" An old man came into view.

"Uh, I need a wand," I said.

"Come child," he beckoned me forward.

I walked up to his counter. He looked me in the eyes like he was looking for something.

"What is your name?" He asked.

"Felicity Riddle," I answered.

His eyes widened for a moment before he said, "I have just the right wand for you."

He went to the back and pulled out a wand, "It is a triplet, three feathers from the same Phoenix were made as cores to three wands. Your father has the first, I boy named Harry Potter has the second, and ,if it works for you, you have the third," he explained.

"What do I do?" I asked when he handed it to me.

"Give it a wave," he said.

I've been studying spells for a while since I've been so bored up in that stupid attic. And my father taught me since I would be staying that age for a while so when I did go to Hogwarts, so that I would know the most.

I've been doing it so long that I could do spells without even saying the words. I used to practice on my fathers wand.

I thought of a patronus charm and waved my wand. I've never done this one before so I have no idea what it will be. A string of light streamed out from my wand and a wolf formed.

"How did you do that?" Ollivander asked quickly.

"I've been practicing," I shrugged.

"That's a spell way beyond your age," his eyes were as wide as saucers.

I shrugged and mumbled under my breath, "If only you knew."

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