English version | Devils Daughter.

PROLOGUE

‘But dad, it’s not fair! Í want to kill Harry Potter.’ A girl with raven black hair yelled sharply. Her dark green eyes were filled with tears of frustration. Her dad sighed deeply, and laid his wand on a cabinet. ‘It is my destiny, Mary. You may kill Ron and Hermione, if you like? The filthy mudblood and blood traitor are no use to this world anyway.’ He put a hand on her slender shoulder, his look friendly. ‘Okay, but if that bitch of a Bellatrix kills them first, I’ll torture her.’ She muttered afterwards. Her father’s laugh bellowed through the room. ‘You can see, you are a daughter of mine.’ He added grinning. Proudly Mary smiled, she was proud of her dad. Lord Voldemort.

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Mary Nagini Riddle, daughter of Tom Marvolo Riddle will be send to Hogwarts to improve her Wizardry. Her dad being the worst man on earth, doesn’t bother her. She loves him, he is and will stay her dad, and he’s her greatest example. She’s eager to spy on the three students; Harry, Hermione and Ron. They’re going to Hogwarts for the fourth year. Only things happen, that were not intended. She learns to know the stupid thing, called; Friendship.

With a small movement I stroked my steep hair, and putted the brush on my oak bedside cabinet. The pale skin of my hand, slipped over the banisters, as I continued the way downstairs. Once in the small, yet cozy living room I saw Nagini – which name was mine too – lifting her head gracefully. ‘Good morning, Nagini,’ I mumbled. Just like my dad I spoke Parseltongue, so it was easy for me to communicate with my favorite pet, and Horcrux of The Lord. ‘Good morning, Mary.’ She hissed, while she crept up through my leg. She took place around my neck. While walking towards the kitchen, I pressed a kiss on the top of her head.
Like I expected, my dad was busy with a breakfast, something he wasn’t likely to do. I chuckled softly at the thought of, the Lord Voldemort; cooking. Nagini slithered on the kitchen table, she held a disapproving look on the freshly made bacon. ‘Why this special affection, daddy?’ I asked with the emphasis on ‘special’, and the little chuckle still recognizable.
‘It’s the day you’re going to Hogwarts, now I have to miss my beloved daughter for a whole year.’ A little sadness was processed in his voice. It was nice to see, how much my dad actually cared about me. ‘I’m going to miss you,’ My voice filled the silent room. I felt the hand of my dad under my chin, with one finger he forced me to look up, right into his face. A tear was lost on my pale cheek, he wiped it away gently. ‘Well, well. This is not how I know my dark daughter.’ He smiled. A little grin played with my lips, and he pulled me in an embrace. ‘Mary, you’re the only thing I have, in which department you’ll come, doesn’t even matter anymore. I’ll always be proud of you, and I need you to remember this words very clearly.’
Slightly I nodded, and let me loose from his strong arms, and fast enough my hands were working on a breakfast. After we ate, my dad was gone, probably to his room. In the mean time, I was talking to Nagini about the school, my skills and the three students I was about to spy on. Until my dad came back, with a cage in his hands.
My eyes grew wide with amazement, the most beautiful bird I had ever seen was looking at me. Not an owl, but a Eagle! His brown cloak of soft feathers, filled the whole cage, his loud screeching echoed through the room. His sharp claws made scratches in the wooden stick he sat on. And his yellow beady eyes, were so bright they made me think he could look right into me if he wanted. I looked with an open mouth. ‘Dad you’re, a-ma-zing!’ And soon enough, my arms were curled around his neck.

After saying good bye to Nagini, the one I couldn’t bring because people would notice, I traveled alone to the train station. The black and red steam train, made an deafening noise, the smoke circling up in the sky. It could choke you if you came too close. After bringing my trunk and the cage of Dehani, to a house-elf, I took my Eagle on my arm and padded away towards the compartments. As fast as I could, I closed the door behind me. Dehani flew of my arm, and made a approvingly sound. Not even a minute alone, and the door opened again. A soft sigh escaped from my throat, as I looked up to see who the people were.
Draco Malfoy was standing in the door post, worn-out I looked at him. ‘What are you doing in our compartment?’ He hissed. His hair color looked like a dead snow bunny, and his features were as sharp as Dehani’s long claws. ‘Take your silly friends with you, Malfoy, and go looking for another compartment. From now on, this is my place.’ I spoke calm, but commanding. Obviously he could read it in my eyes, because he left silently.
Soon enough the young boy was a Death Eater, well, if my dad’s plans worked out. The Story’s my father told me, made me hate the Malfoys. They were very high of themselves, yet I remembered every piece of the information, so I could use it against them. And the poor Malfoy boy, had no idea who I was.