



Kiah Turnner- Voldemort's Daughter
(Sorry for the giant synopsis. But I guarantee it's worth reading... For some reason he knew it wouldn't work... For some reason he knew that Harry Potter would win... For some reason he decided to make sure the Riddles didn't end up with his death... *** Just before the final showdown, twenty-four years ago, Voldemort delivered a potion to one of his handmaidens and ordered her to flee far away. A few years after the confrontation, she (Elizabeth Turnner) drank the potion and soon after became pregnant with a little girl, whom he named Guinevere Kiah Scar Turnner Riddle. Guinevere simply for being symbolic, Kiah for being born in an unconventional way and Scar for the lightning-shaped scar that was located on the back of her neck. *** My name is Kiah Riddle, I'm sixteen and I was homeschooled until the night Draco Malfoy broke in and killed my mother. Now I'm being sent to Hogwarts, where I'll be practically crucified for being the daughter of Tom Riddle or Voldemort, whichever you prefer. To top it off I'm haunted by Cedric and Remus, two of the guys my father killed. *** A strange sensation ran through my body and I wiped away the tears. - Hello little one, who are you? - The snake asked - I-I'm Kiah Riddle and you? - I was surprised to see that I could understand her - Nadine, spawn of your father's snake. I tried to pull away, but Potter was much stronger than me. - Let go of me idiot! Didn't hear James Potter! I had to let go! - ignoring my comment he put me against the wall. - Of course, but first I want a kiss... - I was speechless long enough for him to gently touch his lips to mine. I looked at the lifeless body lying on the hallway floor. Who had done that to the poor girl? - I warned! We shouldn't have brought her to this school- Scorpius butted in. - The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. We're in danger harboring this killer here. - I did not do this. - I shook my head, but no one would believe me... I had never used the death spell nor intended to, I was not like my father. My scar burned and I heard a voice "It's more similar than you want..." Then I passed out.
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