Prologue
Probably best my mother left. I never knew her. She left me to my father, and I honestly wish she hadn't. If only I had been told before I was born that my father was gonna be the most feared being in the whole world, I probably would've went with my mum. I can't go out in public without people distancing themselves from me. I'm not the bad guy, my father is. God, I wish people knew that. And now I've gotten a LETTER to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Only problem is...it's 3 years late. I never really expected one, being a Riddle and all, but here I am, sitting on my queen bed in my room, hands trembling as I open the damned letter. I skim through it and throw it to the side.
"What's this?" I jump as my father apparates into the room, picking up my letter.
"Nothing," I reply cooly. He looks at me with his cold eyes and I stare back. He looks down and drops the letter as if it has rabies.
"HOW DID THEY FIND US?!" Voldemort, my father, paces back and forth. Little does he know I want to go, but of course I can't show it.
"Maybe it's time I go," I say, getting off my bed. My father looks at me with anguish and I look away.
"No, Esmerelda," My father says. I roll my eyes and he glares.
"If your concern is I'm going to become friends with Potter than you're very wrong. I want to go so I can at least see what it's like. Maybe I'll even make friends." A long pause happens before my father sighs and finally after another long pause, he agrees.
