Riddle (H.P)

Cassiopeia Riddle has lived in an orphanage all her life; no knowledge of her family or who she really is. Nothing, that is, until she's finally found by Hogwarts and she can finally go and become the person she's supposed to be, discovering not just herself, but her family in the process. Will she find what she's looking for? Will she be left disappointed, angry and, most importantly, in danger?

(The Harry Potter series is property of J.K. Rowling. I do not own any scenes or characters from the books or the films. Cassiopeia Riddle is my character, however, and some scenes may differ from the books. There may also be some modern references.)


1. Chapter 1

The clock ticked almost obnoxiously as the girl tried to lose herself in the book she was reading. But that damn clock was making it extremely difficult to do. The lack of light also made it difficult, but she couldn't turn a light on for fear of waking someone up. She strained her eyes, trying to read the words from the page, but decided suddenly that it was much too dark at this point and she marks her place and closes the book. Pulling off her glasses, she sighed. She lays on her back with her covers pulled to her chin and stares at the dark ceiling. In the distance, she hears a siren and a dog barking. The sounds of London- the sounds of the night. The sounds of the house, however, were the sounds she wanted to ignore. She could hear creaks, pipes and snoring. She could see minimal light streaming in under her door. She was uncomfortable, and she couldn't figure out why. She sighs, turning onto her side to get somewhat comfortable, but the clock is still ticking and for some reason it's causing an unnaturally and irrationally large and angry reaction from her. The girl's curls fall in front of her face, but the only reason she knows this is because of the tickling feeling she gets on her face. She scoops it back behind her ear and tries to rid herself of the angry beast in her chest that was making her thoughts buzz and her heart rate increase. But still, tick... tick... tick... It completely infuriated her. She knows that it can't be later than three o'clock, but it feels like she's been awake for days. Her head has been plagued with nightmares recently. Horrible ones, ones she doesn't even want to consider. A boy features in all of them. He is so specifically detailed that it frightens her slightly but she can never remember what he looks like after. She's almost fourteen, for God's sake. She shouldn't be scared by some nightmares, no matter how realistic they are. She ignores these thoughts and tries to push herself to sleep, but she becomes intensely aware of how it's not going to happen. She slips her feet out from under the covers, testing how cold the room around her is and she shudders slightly. But she's hyper aware of the dryness of her throat and her want to do something- anything.



She slips out of bed, thanking anyone who's listening that she doesn't share a room with anyone. She makes her way silently out of her room, listening out for any new sounds in the night time selection. She walks past the number of doors leading to different people's rooms and she's suddenly thinking about how many people she could wake up if she makes one wrong move. This causes a flare of anxiety in her chest, taking the place of the beast of anger that she had been feeling previously and she has to stop for a minute. She reminds herself that she's not here to cause fights- she's just trying to get a drink. She's not going to cause a fight with Dana or Josh or Ronnie because she doesn't want one. She fills herself with determination and starts tackling the stairs. She neglects to use the middle of the stairs and instead sticks to the sides near the walls. She conquers the stairs and moves into the kitchen.


She immediately feels the drop in temperature from the hallway to the kitchen. Along with the drop in temperature, comes an involuntary shiver. She stops once more to listen for any movement when she feels the hairs on the back of her neck stand up- something that she didn't think had anything to do with the temperature of the room she was stood in. She felt like she was being watched, someone or something coherent and aware was near or with her. Then it happens.


Something is sliding along the floor, something heavy but something quick. Her breath catches in her throat in fear and she immediately reaches for a heavy glass to protect herself with. Then she hears more, a strange voice speaking with a hissing sound.


"Cassiopeia, Cassiopeia..." 


She jumps at her name and looks around through the dark frantically, wanting to find the source of the snake-like voice. She pushes herself into a corner that she deems safe as she squints into the dark. She can't see anybody. The sliding sound shrinks away, almost as if the thing was getting further away from her. She couldn't breathe, she was shocked at the steadiness of her hand and, with quickness and agility that she never thought she'd have, she runs up the stairs and away from the sight of the scariest thing she'd ever witnessed.

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