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.


2. The Attic

"No one will ever hurt you, Felicity. Daddy's got you."

Oh how I miss my dad. Before he turned, well, you know. He was the best father I could ever ask for. Yeah, I know what you're thinking.

"How could Lord Voldemort ever be so caring and loving? How could he have been a father?"

Well, he wasn't always Lord Voldemort. He once was a real man. His name was Tom Riddle.

He was also very impatient. He was supposed to wait until I brought Harry Potter to him, but he just had to try and destroy him then.

So, here I am. At Malfoy Manor. Watching as a family lives their life while I'm stuck in the stupid attic and in between walls.

Well, at least I'm not completely alone. I have these creepy ass antique dolls that give me nightmares. Note the sarcasm.

I heard the secret knock on the attic door. I crawled over and repeated it on my side to show that it was okay to come up. The door opened to reveal Mrs. Malfoy.

"Oh, honey," she pulled me close when she got all the way in and hugged me, "We've received the letter."

I took it from her and broke the seal. It told me that I had been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and it told me what I would need for the first school year.

"Thank you Cis," I called Narcissa by the nickname I gave her when I first arrived.

"No problem, Felic," she called me by mine.

"What if I don't get Slytherin? Would you still want me? Would my dad still want me?" I asked.

"Honey, you will get Slytherin. You are your father's child," she assured me.

"But I'm also my mother's child. She was Hufflepuff," I said.

"If you don't get Slytherin, we will still take care of you," she promised.

"What about my dad? When he comes back?" I questioned.

"I'm not sure if he will," she whispered.

"But if he did?" I looked at her innocently.

"I don't know. I can't answer for him, but either way I think he will still love you just as much as he always has," she rubbed my shoulder.

I nodded.

"I really need to go, in sorry," she said.

"When will I meet Draco?" I asked.

"You want to meet him?" She looked shocked.

"Well, I watched him grow up. So, yes. I want to meet him. We don't have to tell him about me. Just maybe that I'm the daughter of a friend of yours," I suggested.

"Well, let me talk to Lucius. If he says yes then I will sneak you out and get you dressed and everything. Then you can meet Draco," she smiled.

"Thank you," I sighed.

"Now I really need to go," she said.

"Okay," I said.

Wow. I can't believe I'm really going to get out of here.


Omg first update. I'm so sorry that it's short. The next will be longer, I promise. My first real chapters are always short because they give a lot of backstory and things like that. Well, tell me what you think in the comments.


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