1: 4 Years Later
"It does not do to dwell on dreams, and forget to live" ~ Book ~ Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone by J.K Rowling
***4 Years Later***
Alinai Riddle's P.O.V
I woke up to find my balcony doors open. Mother must have been in here earlier. I climbed out of bed and walked onto the balcony. I saw my twin sister Mira in the field below. Her Brown, Straight hair was blowing in the early morning breeze. My Curly, White-Blonde hair was doing the same. No one would believe me and Mira were twins even if our parents confirmed it. We look nothing alike. Mira has Brown, Straight chest length hair, cold Brown eyes and pale skin with not a single freckle in sight. I, on the other hand, have White-Blonde, Curly past waist length hair, warm, kind Sky Blue eyes, pale, silvery skin and faint freckles. Exactly like my Mother, an identical replica of my Mother. Me and Mira used to look identical until I was forced to watch my Father's followers murder an innocent Muggle Family when I was 3. When I woke up the morning after, my appearance changed to what it is now.
Mother walked into my room just as I closed the balcony doors.
"Good morning Alinai" she said, closing my bedroom door behind her.
"Do you have to act so formal Mother? Father and Mira aren't around" I replied with a sigh.
"Just making sure Ali, you never know with them" my Mother replied.
"No you don't" I said, staring at my feet.
"Are you ready for your first year at Hogwarts?" she asked after a moment of silence.
"Not really. Fred and George will be there" I replied, tears building up in my eyes at the thought of their messy red hair, bright brown eyes and freckled faces.
"They'll see reason Ali, I'm sure of it"
"Then you're dreaming Mother, I'm a Riddle. I'm evil as far as they can see. The kindness I showed was an act in their eyes" I said walking to my wardrobe. My Mother sighed and I heard her sit down on the bed as I looked through my clothes. Mira would probably be wearing a fancy dress. Instead I pulled out a pair of black jeans, a purple short sleeve top that said "Music" in tiny white dots and a grey and white baseball jacket (white sleeves, white hood, grey body). I've heard of baseball and I know it's a Muggle sport but I've never played it. My Mother smiled at my choice of clothing before I put it on. I plaited my hair so it was shorter and tucked it into my jacket for pulling the hood up before pulling on a pair of boots.
"Now I'm ready" I said before opening my door and leaving my room.
I made it downstairs just as Mira walked in. She scrunched her nose up in disgust and scoffed.
"What are those ridiculous clothes you're wearing? You look like you've just been rescued from the streets" she said in her posh rich accent. I glared at her and looked at her choice of clothing, Father used a spell to get her dressed. Figures. She was wearing a floor length white dress with the Slytherin Crest stitched onto the skirt.
"You think so? Well you look like someone who has just come back from their wedding, in the Victorian time" I said. Mira hated the Victorians, all the 'filth' on the streets. She narrowed her eyes.
"Just when we reach the station, keep your distance from us. I hate our family name to be spoiled" she said pushing past me towards the dining room.
"One day, she'll ask for my kindness and forgiveness. And when I refuse it, she'll suffer like I did" I said.
"Don't let revenge get the best of you dear" Mother said.
"Yes. Revenge only exists to destroy families and friendships" a cold heartless voice said before my Father walked out of the shadows. I shivered involuntarily even though it was very warm in the Manor. I know Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord, but Father had Horcruxes so I know he didn't die. He had loads of strength left even after the killing curse rebounded. But he loved Mira, well he would if he had a heart, so he used all of his strength to send a part of his soul to live with us. Father used to change his appearance when going in public and when around us but when my appearance changed, he only used it for public. His head is bald, his skin Pure White. He doesn't have a nose, only slit nostrils like a snake. His eyes are dark red, like blood, and have vertical slits for pupils. I immediately look away, unable to look him in the eyes. Mother was staring at her feet, even she couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes. I felt his eyes look over me.
"Is that really what you're wearing to the Station Alinai?" he asked. My heart started pounding, if I say one wrong thing it could mean the basement…and the killing curse. Harry Potter wasn't the only one. I've survived it once but I think it puts Father through pain so he never used it again. Father now uses the Cruciatus Curse and that makes it a lot worse. I never felt anything with the Killing Curse, just heard the words, my own screams as my body collapsed and saw a bright green light. I can't imagine what Harry Potter saw and heard.
"Yes Father. The Station is filthy so I thought it would be best to wear mug-mudblood clothes so that when we get there I wont ruin a perfect good dress" I said, looking up at him, though still not in his eyes. He nodded.
"Good idea, you have your Mother's brains. If only you used them more often" he said, muttering the last part. I still heard it though. He walked off and Mother placed a hand on my shoulder.
"One day, all this will be over and people will stop judging you and I for our names and rather for our personalities and our actions towards others" she said.
"Mother, I think you're as dreamy as the Lovegoods" I replied.
"Oh Ali! Have a little faith" she said frowning.
"I'm a Riddle and the Girl-Who-Lived. Faith isn't in my vocabulary" I said, my eyes emotionless as I followed my Father and Sister into the dining room where my younger sisters, Twins Lily and Melissa were waiting. The click-clack of my Mother's shoes against the tile floor reassured me that she had followed.