Disclaimer: If I owned the Harry Potter books, I wouldn't be on a fanfiction site now would I?
A/N: This is the sequel to 'My Love'. I suggest you read it first before you read this.
Kristen May Riddle was a typical seven-year-old. She had black hair, highlighted with red. She had black eyes. Of course there was the fact that her father was ruler of the magical world and she was a witch. But you probably knew that.
She felt she was no different from other young children. She knew a boy named Cody once. He said she was a princess because her father was sort of a king. She didn't like being called a princess. It made her sound more delicate than her dad already thought she was.
When she was a baby, she had nearly died. But her daddy, Tom Riddle, had saved her. Ever since then, he'd been rather protective of her. Whilst Andy and Tommy, her brother and sister, were able to do whatever they pleased. The children were triplets but Kristen sometimes felt years younger than them. They learned to fly a broomstick straight away the minute they turned six while Kristen had to wait until her dad was sure that it was safe for her to fly.
Kristen was small for her age, as well. She was about four or five inches shorter than Andy.
She knew a lot more than most seven year olds though. Her daddy would sit her on his lap in his study and read books of the dark arts and powerful spells to her. He would tell her that there was something very unique about her, he could feel it. He would tell her to repeat the incantations for each spell. He even demonstrated a few. She was fascinated by it all. When she asked if she would ever learn any of this at school, he replied no. He said that she must never mention the dark arts to her mother or her siblings. He told her that she would have to stick to just learning defense at Hogwarts.
Hogwarts was a magical school that her dad had once considered closing down. But he eventually hired Benjamin Zabini (Blaise Zabini's father) to run the school. Mr. Zabini was a very good person. He didn't particularly like mudbloods but he accepted them. There were still muggles in the world today and even some muggles in America and parts of Asia, South America, and Australia. Europe had very few since Tom had an easier time getting rid of them during the first two years of his reign.
"Daddy, why don't we like mudbloods?" Kristen asked. She was taught to refer to them as mudbloods her entire life.
"Because, Krissie, they don't have a place in our society. And muggles are just a waste of time."
"The boy I used to know, Cody, he said that mudbloods should be called muggle-borns. It's more polite."
"He doesn't know anything." Her dad said simply, "Now, here's a new spell I want you to always remember. It's called 'Avada Kedevra.'"
"What does it do?"
"It…gets rid of your enemies. For good."
"It doesn't kill them, does it, daddy?" she asked nervously.
"Well, yes it does, actually. You see, sometimes we have to kill some people if they stop us from doing what we want." He explained. It seemed to make perfect sense to him. Kristen nodded, still looking a little unsure. "Now, repeat after me, 'Avada Kedevra'."
"Avada Kedevra." Kristen said, pretending she was holding a wand out in front of her.
"Good. Now, watch this." He said. He made a small toad appear, and then pointed his wand at it and shouted, "Avada Kedevra!"
Kristen let out a small cry when the toad's body flattened on the ground.
"It's okay. It's just a toad." Her dad said calmingly. Then he made another one appear. He handed his wand to Kristen, "Now you try it."
Kristen lifted the wand nervously. But she dropped it to the floor. She couldn't do it.
A/N: a short chapter, but I'm satisfied with it. If you've finished 'My Love' and was mad at me, then hopefully you're not so mad anymore. I wasn't sure how to end that one, especially since I'd already had this sequel plan.