Harley Potter; Chapter 1 Year 3

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_________________*Chapter*1*_________________ I wake up in a big mansion, my arm scabbed in the form of the Dark Mark. Great. I'm in a weird house with a Dark Mark scab. Where am I? The last thing I remember was being attacked by something...wait a second. A dementor! Those foul, loathsome evil little cockroaches! Anyways, a guy walks into the room. Oh. Not him! The one and only Voldy, the guy who thanosed my parents, has returned and captured me. SO cliche. "All right Mr. White Thanos, where am I and why am I here? Don't leave out any details," I snap, glaring at him. He seems surprised at my attitude, but recovers quickly. Most people do. "Well, Miss Potter, or should I say Miss Riddle, you are here because we need you to join the Death Eaters. Unfortunately, it hasn't been working as you can see." Voldy explains, gesturing to my left arm. Wait, hold on. Did he just call me Miss Riddle? "Hold up," I say, with a confused look on my face, "What do you mean by Miss Riddle?" Voldy smiles. "I mean you are a Riddle. You are not a Potter. Your name is Paisley Harley Riddle, and I am your father," I gasped. "But-but, I saw you kill my parents! I look just like Lily Potter! You are LYING!" A vase breaks, and I realize that I had just spoke in Parseltongue. Oh no. Oh no no no no no no, no! I can't be. I just can't be! "It was all just an illusion, a trick of the mind," he continues. "Haven't you seen the signs? The legilimency, the Parseltongue. And your looks, it's an illusion as well. Don't you see your tiny black streaks, the scarlet in your eyes that show when you're angry?" I take this into consideration. "Ah," he says. "Yes. Your mother always took things into consideration. She was a loyal women, Mackenzie MacDonald was. Pureblood Slytherin, skilled in magic, and perfect in everyway. You're more like her than you think, Paisley. Oh and look," he says, pointing to the ground. "Your glasses." He steps on them, breaking the glasses in half. "You never needed them. I just gave them to you for a disguise." My eyes water with tears. "Now Bellatrix," he says to a women, "why don't you escort Paisley to her room." The women called Bellatrix obeys. "Yes, My Lord," Bellatrix half drags half walks me to my new room in this strange and new place.