I anxiously paced back, and forth in the dark hallway. It has been almost a year or two since I've heard about... A sighting... of my father...

"Mistress Riddle?" A voice broke me out of my thoughts... An abnormally small, and scrawny house elf stood in the door way. His eyes were a deep, dark blue that gently glistened in the pale moon light coming from a window like a calm, midnight sea. His skin, however, which was once a fair shade of light pink, was now darkened by bruises, and scars given to him by the others.

"Yes, Blackavar?" I curiously looked at the timid figure of him that stood before me.

"T-the dark lord, My Mistress" He kept nervously looking up at me, and back to the floor, my dark purple eyes locking on his even though it only seemed to drill more fear into his kind, weak little soul. "He....He wishes to speak with you...i-in.... THAT p-place..."

"Thank you, Blackavar... You are dismissed to go back to your own business now" I responded as calmly as possible.  I watched the small servant limp down the hallway, feeling a pang of pity...

Pity...ugh... I hate that word

Pity leads to compassion

Compassion leads to kindness

And kindness leads to weakness

Weakness is what gets you killed. It makes the hunters, the hunted. The predator to prey. And there is no room for weakness in The Riddle Family.

Well...

I bet you deserve to know who I am...

My name is Blair Evangeline Riddle. I am 14 years of age, and I live in a small cabin in the dark woods of the muggle world.

Father never liked filthy muggles, but this was the safest place to call home.... home

I've heard about what home is to truly be...

they say home is where your heart is set in stone...It's where you go when you're alone...It's where you go to rest your bones...It's not just where you lay your head...It's not just where you make your bed...

Home is were the heart is... Guess that's why I don't have a real one.

Still buried deep in my thoughts, I walked down the hall until I found myself walking up the stairs.

Slightly awakened back to the real world by my realization, I started to finger through my long, wavy black hair, and straightened my black cloak over my green long sleeved shirt, black knee-lengthed skirt, and semi-seethrough black tights. I briefly removed my spiked black head band to tuck my hair underneath, making myself look more presentable.

I was now at a crooked, splintered door that seemed to moan with every movement in the chorus of the creaky old cabin's wood planks.

Hesitantly, I moved my hand to the cracked doorknob, and twisted as the door, giving a loud groan as it revealed the abyss of a room, opened. I stepped in, flinching as the door slammed shut behind me and a large candle flickered in the middle of the room, in front of a shiny, black-framed with a looking glass decorated with it's smoky black edges.

The small, breen flame flickered as it grew bigger until the entire mirror was lit, showing an eerie silhouette of an ever so familiar man.

"Greetings, Father" I said with a slight tremble of fear breaking into my voice. This was not a good person to show fear too...

"Please, my loyal daughter, step closer.... Let me lay my eyes upon the person you're growing to be" My father's cold voice, breaking the void of silence "how long has it been, dear?"

"Thirteen years, Father..." I said as I stepped forward "it was thirteen years ago, on Halloween night when we were separated..."

Looking closer I could see a crooked smile spread a crossed his noseless face.

"You look so much like me when I was your age... Except, I didn't have those freckles" He said, sounding a bit disappointed at the end.

My right hand traced along my freckled cheeks and nose, "Mum had them..."

"You're mother..." He looked down at me "astonishing that you still remember her... Especially after all those filthy muggles did to her, and your poor siblings"

"I can't say I know what your talking about" I lied.

"A story for another day" he replied.

"why did you call me here, Father?" I asked, "It wasn't just to talk like a normal family"

"And how would you know that?"

"We aren't normal..."

There was a moment of silence. Then he spoke up, "Your magical teachings from Lucius Malfoy are over. You are to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft And Wizardry this school year"

"W-why...?! How?!..."

"The malfoys have made an arrangement. You are to enter the school as a very distant cousin of their son, Draco Malfoy. You are to change your last name to whatever you see fit. Malfoy, and his son will escort you through Diagon Alley tomorrow for supplies."

"but..what is the purpose of me going? Aren't my lessons going well?"

"I will reveal your purpose soon. All in a matter of time. But for now, get rest, my daughter"

"Alright... Farewell, Father"

(it's 3:49 in the fucking morning... I am supposed to be asleep on my grandma's couch, but there is a rat stuck in the heater that's right next to my head...IT'S SO LOUD...HELP-

I'm the only one not asleep rn-)