His Sister (HP Fanfic)

## Preface

After Tom Riddle had finished killing his parents, he nonchalantly left the house as if nothing had ever happened to them. Little did he know he'd forgotten to kill one of his family members.

Serafina Merope Riddle had come from the original Tom Riddle being sexually assaulted by Merope, who was still insistent on him loving her. It had just recently happened, and Serafina wasn't even a month old. Tom didn't know she existed though, which explained why he 'forgot' to kill her. The little girl looked just like a younger, female, Tom Riddle. She lay in her crib, asleep while the Killing Curse was used, not even waking up until Tom had left the house, in which she'd started crying. Of course, no one was there to soothe her, no one was there to stop the cries, but Serafina didn't understand that at her young age and cried even louder. She cried so loud the neighbor, Kitrina Lestrange, a young woman disowned from her prestigious family for dating a Muggle, who now lived in her own house alone, came over to see what had happened.

Kitty shrieked the moment she saw the bodies of the other Riddles on the floor. She wondered if the little newborn inside, the poor thing who came from such a scandal, was still alive. She followed the sound of the crying and found Serafina, wailing and helpless. "Oh, you poor thing.." Kitty said sympathetically. She walked over towards the crib and held Serafina. "Don't you cry. Everything will be good as new soon. Everything.."

## Chapter One

Serafina was born of two parents who were never truly in love, so she never understood it, even when Kitty desperately tried to teach her about love. However, as she grew up in lockdown as Lord Voldemort terrorized the Wizarding World, she was eventually forced to learn and understand compassion, having an adoptive mother that would be better than her real one. Learning and using her magic, getting herself a wand, sneaking around outside, hoping nobody knew who she was the sister of.. Serafina learned to be kind and loving and sweet and good, but there was no shaking the roots of sneakiness, of lying, of anger towards Muggle-borns the Riddle name and inherent Slytherin-ness gave her. Indeed, when Tom Riddle finally died and Serafina was allowed to go to school in her corresponding year in Hogwarts, she was sorted into Slytherin. Unluckily for her, many people in her year knew of her heritage and grew to be afraid of her, if not hostile and rude..

Splat. Serafina was sitting at the Slytherin lunch table, and some girl had thrown some of her dank, saucy spaghetti in Serafina's face. "What was that for!" Serafina said, prying the noodles out of her hair. The girl who'd thrown them scowled. "You know exactly what it's for. You know very well there has to be some tight strings being pulled for you to be allowed here, huh! The teachers shouldn't want a danger walking around here. Your idiot brother was the one who gave us Slytherins a bad name, you hear!" Serafina muttered, "It wasn't my fault he was an evil imbecile. Not my fault you're rude either." The girl slammed her hands against the table. "You nasty little sister of a--" The girl stopped short. Serafina was worried the girl would try to hurt her, so she reached for her wand-- Oop. Now the girl was glaring at Serafina. "You reach for a wand when you hear facts, huh?" the girl muttered. "What'll you do, avada me? You're just as bad as him, ugh. We'll settle this in the courtyard after school. No wands. At least no wand in *your* hand." Serafina bit her lip as the kids around her oohed.

## Chapter Two

That night, Serafina had no intention of going to the courtyard. Not at all, nope. She did not want to get beaten up or whatever. She slunk deep into her bed covers, planning to actually go to sleep tonight when suddenly the door to the room swung open and the girl walked in. "You're not allowed in here! This isn't your dorm room!" Serafina hissed, wondering how the girl had gotten in. The girl scowled at her. Serafina fumbled around, wondering what to do-- The girl used her own wand to levitate Serafina above her bed and floated her out to the courtyard with her, then landed her on the grass. "Ew!" Serafina spit out a piece of grass that was stuck in her mouth. The girl followed behind Serafina, still holding her wand. She failed all our combat magic tests, thought Serafina about the older girl. Most she'll be able to do is send sparks at me, right? The girl pointed her wand at Serafina. "I don't care how much trouble I'm in! I don't know how they let the sister of such an evil man get in! I won't even be able to do this spell, I know, but I can try! Ugh-- They'll see I'm right. Crucio!"

And thus, Serafina was dropped into hellish pain, wondering how the girl had even done crucio. Serafina's wand was in her dorm, she couldn't fight back-- Suddenly another girl tackled the attacker, causing the attacker to drop the wand. She grabbed Serafina's hand and yanked her away towards the forest. Whoever this heroic girl was, nobody wanted to mess with her. "What the-- who are you-- you're not a--" Serafina mumbled, still aching from the crucio pain. The girl looked at Serafina. "I'm Ashlyn. Look, Serafina, you've never seen me before, but I've seen you. I know you. And I'm here to make sure nothing happens to you because of that girl, or anyone else. I know. I probably know you more than you do at the moment, and you need to listen to me about this, because I've never been more serious, okay?" Serafina nodded, although she was nervous, scared, and didn't understand.

## Chapter Three

Ashlyn Murk was a Gryffindor. She had wavy, red hair, brown eyes, and pale skin dotted with freckles. "So how do you know so much about me, again?" Serafina asked. The two were hiding away in the library early the next morning. "I'm a Seer," Ashlyn explained. "It may sound creepy, but ever since you've came here, all my visions were wonky. I used to get ones about accidents I would get into, the occasional death-of-a-family-member prophecy, but now I keep getting ones that are way different. Way spookier. I see dark rooms and old hags murmuring about a girl, taught to love and forced to behave, being beaten into the shadows and besting her brother in wickedness. An event which would blame the girl on doing something heinous would be the final straw. It's clear that vision was about you, Serafina! I know if I can stop people from picking on you you'll be good, okay?" Serafina boggled at her. Ashlyn didn't sound so serious now that Serafina was out of possible mortal danger. She sounded more like a conspiracy theorist. "Okaayyyy, look, I'm gonna--" Serafina stood up and turned to leave. "Serafina, wait! It's true, I know it is! You'll kill people and--" Serafina shut the library door behind her so she couldn't hear Ashlyn anymore. She breathed out. She couldn't believe the last hours of her life. Ashlyn had to be a liar. Serafina wouldn't kill anyone, obviously. She turned her nose up to the air and went back to her dorm to get ready before class started.

After dodging the nasty girl's glares and pretending not to hear her mumbled threats, Serafina finally stopped short on her way to the Great Hall. As did everyone else. The Headmaster was standing there, staring at the wall, parts of which had been burnt, other parts had obscene words written on them. "Strange indeed," he muttered. He turned around to face the students. "Students, this is very, very serious. Someone has vandalized this wall and used a specific spell, one we've never heard of before, to ensure that no spell could undo its existence or erase it or cloak it. Whoever has done this may very well be learning the Dark Arts. Students. If you know who has done this, name them. I've brought an Auror here today-- nobody will get hurt for telling the truth here." Serafina's heart thumped. She was getting a horrible feeling about this-- "IT WAS HER!" shouted the rude girl, pointing at Serafina. "I saw her! She was using a spell and cackling! Her eyes turned bright red! She wants to finish what her brother started!" mewled the girl, feigning horror and flinching back from Serafiina's glare towards her. "No, that's not true!" Ashlyn cried as people tittered, backing away from Serafina, and the Headmaster looked at her in horrid disbelief. The rude girl began to sob. "She'll kill all of us!" she sobbed. *This little liar,* Serafina thought. *Nobody will believe it, will they?* The headmaster yelled for the Auror and students shrieked as Serafina looked around, shocked. "She'll kill us now that the Headmaster's gone! We'll die!" the rude girl screamed, doubling down. "No, stop!" Ashlyn cried, making her way towards the rude girl. "Look into her eyes! She wants to kill me!"  *Shut up,* Serafina thought, *just shut up.* "She's going to burn down Hogwarts!" If you don't stop I'll make you shut up. "Everyone run away from her!" Serafina's wand, in her pocket, began to flicker and jump around, sensing her growing rage and power. Students began to run, scream, and that stupid rude girl kept sobbing, down on her knees, pointing at Serafina. "That's enough, Basil!" Ashlyn yelled, glaring at the mean girl (apparently named Basil). "SHE'S EVIL!" At that final screech, Serafina's wand fell into her hand and her eyes twitched again and again, until finally she shrieked, the same curse her brother would use to kill their family, the same curse that would end the anxiety and anger coursing through her veins--

## Chapter Four

Serafina had been knocked out, restrained, and locked in the barricaded-off Room of Requirement, which had been hexed so it didn't change into anything, made to resemble just a white room with a window out to the hall. The Aurors would come soon to try the girl, and if she was guilty, she'd be thrown in Azkaban. Her sudden rage and anxiety forgotten, Serafina, who had just woken up, screeched into her gag, trying desperately to move her arms and say it was all a mistake. Tears bubbled in her eyes. She would probably be found guilty. She did almost use the Killing Curse on hundreds of people, after all. She didn't want to spend the rest of her days in Azkaban. She didn't want to be like her brother. She closed her eyes in defeat, tears running down her face as she sent a silent apology to Kitty for trying to raise her compassionately-- she suddenly heard voices outside. With effort, Serafina attempted to move her body closer to the window, through which she could see Ashlyn talking to someone. She closed her eyes to better listen. "..don't understand you, Basil," Ashlyn said. "You mean to tell me you framed Serafina? For what! I know you saw the visions too. I know you thought maybe if you did that and blamed her, she'd be locked up before she went bad. You'd been telling me that. I could have helped her. If you hadn't picked a fight and been such a little bi--" Basil cut her off. "Language, Ashlyn. Nothing you could have done would have helped the girl. She was destined to be evil. Nothing you could have done would have changed her. I just.. showed them her true self." Basil sounded awfully calm for what she did. A little bit of rage was ignited in Serafina yet again. "My god, Basil, you'll be no worse than her! This isn't how you get justice. Serafina's in this room right near us, bound and gagged, about to be taken to Azkaban for something you did! You're lucky no teachers are nearby, or I'd have reported you!" Basil chuckled. "You couldn't do that, Ashlyn. You couldn't watch me go to Azkaban. You're my sister, after all.." Serafina's heart stopped. Ashlyn Murk. Basil Murk. They're sisters. Now that she thought about it, Basil's reddish-blonde hair was similar to Ashlyn's, her light skin the same tone, her light brown eyes a slightly lighter version of Ashlyn's. The two girls were now walking away, and Serafina knew she couldn't let this slide. No, oh no. Ashlyn wouldn't rat out her sister, but Serafina would rat out her bully. She smirked below the gag as power surged through her veins. *Really, who needs wands?*

The Auror, Medina Black, had fully braced herself for the Riddle girl's powers. She would only be a younger Voldemort, after all. She held her wand behind her back and hoped Serafina wouldn't put up a fight so she could Apparate her away without having to injure her. A pity another Dark Witch came by so soon. So this one had to be stifled before she could do anything serious. She made her way past the blocks and barricades with magic, and, bracing herself even more, her fingers tightening around the wand, opened the door to the Room of Requirement-- and found Basil bound and gagged instead. Medina gasped, and suddenly the gag magically peeled from Basil's mouth. "I vandalized the wall and framed Serafina," Basil said, under the effects of a truth potion. "I was afraid of her, and knew she would go bad. I manipulated her into snapping and almost killing people." Medina scratched her head.

## Chapter Five

Ashlyn couldn't help sobbing over her sister going to Azkaban for conspiracy, manipulation, vandalism, and creating a Dark Magic spell. She would be let out in a few years if she shaped up, but Ashlyn was sure that would be never. She knew her sister. Ashlyn had been exempt from classes, her work brought to her dorm, and she couldn't help but cry. At this point she'd cried so much her eyes were swollen, as well as the skin around them. She felt like she'd failed her sister. And Serafina.. well, she hadn't heard anything new about Serafina. She didn't even know if she was going to class or if she chose to leave. She attempted to breathe through her nose and couldn't. She stared at the undone work in piles on her bed. She knew she'd have to go back to class sometime. Forcing herself to forget her sadness, she blew her nose a couple times, dabbed away the tears on her eyes and placed a cold cloth on the swollen skin, and got to work on the homework. Her snowy owl, called Persephone after Ashlyn's favorite legend, flew over and perched on her bedside. Ashlyn smiled at the bird, which her sister had gotten her, and tried not to let tears bubble in her eyes again. "Hey, Persey," she muttered, and handed her finished worksheets. "Mind bringing these to the teachers while I finish the rest?" Persey hooted in agreement and scooped the papers in her talons, before flying out the open window. Ashlyn sighed as she continued to work. The cold cloths slipped down her face and she touched the area below her eyes to feel smooth skin. She threw away the cloths and resumed work. The door suddenly was knocked upon. "Come in," Ashlyn said, thinking it was a teacher. In came a girl with dark, piercing eyes and long, black hair, and Persey on her shoulder. "Your bird told me where to find you," said the girl, smirking. Ashlyn dropped her pencil as Persey flew to collect the rest of her finished work. "You--" Ashlyn sputtered. "Yes, me," Serafina said, giggling and tossing her hair. "Me, indeed."

## Epilogue

After Tom Riddle had finished killing his parents, he nonchalantly left the house as if nothing had ever happened to them. Little did he know he'd forgotten to kill one of his family members.

Serafina Merope Riddle could have been evil. Maybe she should have been. But no, as she stands defiantly in the doorway, Hogwarts students forced to revel in her newfound confidence and bravery, tough girl Ashlyn made her ally, her long black hair framing her in a way greater than a crown ever could, she was good. In her own way, of course. And no, she's not going anywhere.