-CHAPTER #1 Daughter of Darkness- The Great Hall buzzed with excitement as the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry gathered for the start of another eventful year. Among the sea of eager faces, a young girl named Angelina Riddle sat at the Slytherin table, her dark eyes scanning the room with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. She was about to embark on her fifth year at Hogwarts, but unlike most students, her journey was shrouded in mystery and shadows. Angelina Riddle was the daughter of the infamous Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord who had once terrorized the wizarding world. Raised in secrecy and hidden away from prying eyes, Angelina had grown up in a world of darkness, her existence known only to a select few. Her mother, a witch of immense power and loyalty to Voldemort, had passed away when Angelina was just a baby, leaving her in the hands of her father's most trusted followers. As Angelina glanced around the Great Hall, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The whispers and stares from her fellow Slytherins were a constant reminder of her tainted lineage. She understood that her father's name carried an immense weight, and she was determined to prove that she was more than just the daughter of a dark wizard. Her thoughts were interrupted as the Sorting Hat was placed on a first-year student's head, its brimmed voice echoing through the hall. Angelina watched with a mixture of curiosity and envy, remembering the excitement she had felt when she had been sorted into Slytherin. The Sorting Hat had sensed her potential for greatness, just like it had for her father. The day she'd been sorted was one of the most prized days in her life. Angelina had barely noticed when the Sorting Hat called out her name. She had taken a deep breath and walked towards the front of the Great Hall, feeling the weight of her father's legacy on her shoulders. As the Sorting Hat was placed on her head, she closed her eyes and prayed that it would see beyond her bloodline, that it would recognize the strength and determination that burned within her. The Sorting Hat's voice had filled her mind, its ancient wisdom resonating deep within her soul. "Ah, Angelina Riddle, a legacy of darkness you bear. But there is more to you than meets the eye. Slytherin, where your cunning and ambition shall flourish." A wave of relief washed over Angelina as she took her seat at the Slytherin table. She had been accepted, not just as the daughter of Voldemort, but as a student with her own destiny to fulfill. With a newfound determination, she knew that this year would be different. She would prove that she was more than the daughter of a dark wizard, that she could choose her own path and create her own legacy. Angelina would never forget this day. Angelina snapped out of her thoughts. It was her 5th year at Hogwarts and she had to shine. As the feast began and the students chatted animatedly around her, Angelina couldn't help but feel a flicker of excitement. Hogwarts held countless opportunities for her to grow and discover who she truly was. And with each passing day, she would strive to prove that even in the darkest of lineages, light could still shine through.
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