Dark Daughter: A Harry Potter FanFic
Aldora Merope Nagas is the daughter of Tom Marvolo Riddle. All she knows of her mother is that she was from the Black family. She also knows that she was born to become her father's servant: the one he could trust above all others.
Raised by the Malfoys, Aldora grows to hate the life that has been forced upon her, and eagerly awaits the day that a letter will arrive to set her free.
She has long, straight, dark brown hair and greenish-blue eyes.
The Scarlet Steam Engine
"Dobby wishes Miss Aldora a very happy time at Hogwarts."
"Thank you. I'll miss you Dobby, but I'll see you when the school year ends." I smiled at the elf. "Bye Miss!" I turned my back on my best friend and ran back up the stairs to rejoin Draco.
"Where did you disappear off to?" he asked me.
"Just went to the kitchens for a drink. I'm really thirsty this morning," I replied. Draco gave me a weird look, shrugged and began to drag his trunk to the car. I followed.
The run at the barrier to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters was nerve-wracking. Even having grown-up among wizards, I still kept expecting the brick to be unyielding and solid. However, I went straight through and out the other side onto the bustling platform. The scarlet steam engine that was the Hogwarts Express gleamed, and I smiled, bubbling with anticipation. Draco came through the barrier behind me, followed by his parents.
"Come on, Draco. Get on the train," said Mr Malfoy, looking down his nose at most of the people around him. He strode over to a carriage, with Draco, Mrs Malfoy and I in his wake. Promptly, he had summoned a porter and watched, amused, as the poor man struggled to get all of our luggage onto the train. Mrs Malfoy turned to Draco and kissed him on the forehead.
"Goodbye, my son. Send your owl with a letter as soon as you can and tell us how you both are."
"Goodbye, Mother." Draco turned, shook hands with his father, and boarded the train. Mrs Malfoy turned to me.
"Goodbye, dear. Send me a letter with Rameses, won't you?" She squeezed my hand. "Goodbye." I smiled at her, and she returned the smile. I muttered a "Goodbye, sir," to Mr Malfoy. He frowned slightly and gave me a tight nod. I turned my back on my jailers and boarded the Hogwarts Express.
Draco called to me from down the carriage. "Hey, Ally! Come and sit with us!" Draco had already found seats with his two friends, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. I thought of them more as Draco's cronies, the pair being big and stupid. Draco was like their leader, skinny, blonde and cleverer by a mile. I didn't much like the gorillas that were Crabbe and Goyle, but the four of us had been thrown together since we were small. The Malfoys, Crabbes and Goyles were all reasonably powerful wizarding families, so naturally, they gravitated toward each other. I followed Draco into the compartment and sat with them. "Crabbe, Goyle." I nodded to the both of them in greeting. They gave me smug, stupid smirks in return.
"So," said Draco. "How does it look? Anyone interesting?"
"Well, there's Mrs Longbottom and her grandson. He looks to be a bit of an idiot. She yelled at him until the train left," replied Goyle. A small smile twitched at the corners of my mouth - how Goyle could call anyone stupid was a mystery to me.
"I saw the Weasley lot as well," injected Crabbe. "There's a new one starting. That's..." Crabbe frowned with the effort that the counting took him. "Four Weasleys."
"Huh. The Longbottoms' son and four blood traitors and we've only just left the station!" Draco frowned. "Lucky we're here to raise the standards, isn't it, Aldora?" I gave him a non-committal smile and returned to watching trees and fields flash past.
At half-past twelve the trolley lady came, and Draco and I bought a couple of Chocolate Frogs, a box of Bertie Bott's Every-Flavour Beans and a Pumpkin Pastie each. Draco also bought some Liquorice Wands. I turned my nose up at those. I hate liquorice. Crabbe and Goyle, however, bought a large quantity of everything. They're pigs and never know when to stop eating.
"I wonder what the Slytherin common room is like?" mused Draco.
"Covered in green and silver, I bet."
"I know that, Ally. I reckon it'll be better than all the others. Slytherin IS the best House, after all."
"Draco, they'll have built the common rooms so no one is better than any other."
"I suppose you'll be right. As always."
"Of course." I winked at him. We opened our Chocolate Frogs. I got Morgana and Albus Dumbledore. "Dumbledore," sneered Draco. "Father thinks he's a crazy old fool."
"Really? He's been running Hogwarts for ages, and Fudge is close to him..." I was referring to the Minister for Magic, the wizard in charge of our government. "Father says Fudge is an idiot, too."
The gorilla duo had been stuffing themselves all this time, but they finally seemed to have filled up. From the corner of my eye, I could see Morgana fiddling with her hair. I picked up a Pastie and bit into it. "What class are you looking forward to?" I asked.
"Potions" came the reply from all three.
"Simple," said Draco, "Severus Snape is teaching." The Malfoys were friends with Snape. They shared all the same ideals, but in appearance they were quite different. Where the Malfoys were fair, Snape was dark, with black hair and black eyes. He was also different from them in that the Malfoys all had a lot of pride in their appearances. Snape, on the other hand, seemed to have constantly greasy hair. He was a decidedly foul character.
"What about you, Ally?"
"Hmmm... probably Defense Against the Dark Arts." Draco raised one eyebrow. "Well, in that one we get to learn some good spells and hexes, and we get to learn about werewolves and such... and the Dark Arts." Draco's expression cleared. Just then, a glum-looking, round-faced boy opened our compartment door. "Have any of you seen my toad? He's run away again." I shook my head, hoping that would make him leave, but I was too late. "Toad?" sneered Draco. "Who in their right mind would buy a toad? Disgusting, slimy things. Mind you, with a face like that, I suppose all other animals run away. And now the toad has too..." Crabbe, Goyle and Draco and dissolved into laughter. I gave the boy an apologetic look, and he left, tears in his eyes. I fixed Draco with a hard stare. "What?" he said, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. "That was mean." I snapped.
"So? Did you see him? What a loser."
"That was the Longbottom kid," grunted Goyle. "Neville, I think he's called. His grandmother's a right ugly old hag, too."
"Neville Longbottom," muttered Draco. "I'll have to remember him. Well, chaps, I think we should go see what's on offer, don't you?" With nasty smiles, the three boys got up and left. I followed, with a sinking feeling in my stomach. Draco just wanted to terrorize some of the kids on the train.
As we made our way down the carriage, we heard whispers of "Harry Potter" passing through the air. Draco turned to me. "Harry Potter? This just gets better and better. Father always said that it'd take a powerful dark wizard to finish off You-Know-Who. Bet he's in Slytherin." Soon we came to a compartment with two boys in, talking animatedly. The compartment was littered with sweet wrappers and chocolate frog cards. They'd eaten almost as much as Crabbe and Goyle. One of the boys had black hair that stuck up at the back, and the other had bright red hair. As Draco slid the compartment door open, both boys turned and I recognised the one with black hair as the boy that Draco had talked with in Madam Malkin's. Draco spoke. "Is it true? They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
"Yes." My eyes widened. Harry Potter! The Boy Who Lived! Harry looked at Crabbe and Goyle, standing either side of Draco, and then past them to me. I saw that his eyes were bright, bewitching green. I smiled into them. "Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle. And this is my adopted sister Aldora. And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." The redheaded boy make a weird noise, and I thought I knew why. From the look of him, he was a Weasley. The Weasleys were a perfect example of what Draco and the Malfoys called 'blood traitors' because they had no problem with Muggles and Muggleborns. Mr Weasley worked at the Ministry of Magic - as did Lucius Malfoy, who was always complaining about him and putting him down. From what I gathered, Mr Weasley worked in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, which was a lower-paid job and according to M. Malfoy, not something to be proud of. By now both Harry and the Weasley boy had risen, looking angry, and were stood very close to Draco. Weasley had gone bright red. "Say that again," he snarled. Draco was looking amused, obviously hoping for a fight. He almost got his wish - Goyle had just made a grab for a Chocolate Frog, and Weasley lunged at him. But then, Goyle yelled. A scruffy brown rat had sunk it's teeth into his fat finger. Goyle started swinging his arm round and round, desperately trying to get the rat off. He was flinging it about so wildly that Draco, Crabbe and I were forced to back away. "I've had enough of this," I muttered. I turned on my heel and began to make my way back to our compartment. I heard a scrabble behind me, followed by a thud; Goyle had managed to dislodge the rat, which had flown through the air and hit the window and he, Draco and Crabbe had scrambled after me. "Come on," I sighed. "We'd better get changed. We'll probably be there soon."