A/N: Hello people of the Harry Potter community. I am new, so please excuse any mistakes made. I really hope you all enjoy this story. This is from my OCs POV. I really hope you all enjoy! And Jess might have some lines that were originally someone else's.

Summary: 'I must tell you my story before it is too late. Before he kills me. Before Lord Voldemort kills me. Before my own father kills me.' Jessica Riddle is Voldemort's daughter, but only her, her deceased mother, and the Weasleys know. Can she survive her first year at Hogwarts? Follow her, Harry, Ron, and Hermionie as the try to find the secret of the Sorcerer's Stone, and stop whoever it is that is stealing it. HP/JR HG/RW

Pairings: Harry Potter/Jessica Riddle, Hermione Granger/Ronald Weasley

Warnings: Language

Chapter One: Platform Nine and Three Quarters

"Come along kids, hurry up, into the Train Station that is packed with Muggles." Molly Weasley says. I sigh, but follow her directions. I quickly put my Hogwarts trunk along with my owl, Snowy, onto a trolley. Fred, George, Percy, and Ron do the same.

My name is Jessica Riddle. I have black hair with purple and blue streaks. I am five foot two inches, and just turned eleven. I am not normal. People call me vile, evil, dangerous. But they only call me that because of my father. If you are wondering who he is, he is the dark lord himself.

Lord Voldemort.

I got caught in my own thoughts, so Ron nudged me, telling me that we had to hurry. I nodded my acknowledgement, and we fast walked to catch up with the rest of the family. Once caught up, Molly started talking.

"Sometimes I hate coming here. Why? Because it's packed with muggles, of course." I sensed a presence following, so I turned. I saw a black haired boy watching. He had a trunk and owl as well. I smiled and waved. He returned the gestures.

"Now what's the platform number?" Molly asked. I turned back to her and my adoptive family.

"Nine and three quarters!" Ginny piped up. I smiled. I loved my little sister. "Mom, can't I go..."

"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. Alright, Percy, you go first." Molly said.

Percy positioned himself in front of a pole that had plastic plates with the numbers nine and ten. He jogged at the wall, and vanished when he looked like he was going to crash into the wall. I looked over at the boy, and he looked confused. I turned back to the family when Molly spoke again.

"Fred, you next."

Fred walked up and stood where Percy stood.

He looked towards Molly.

"I'm not Fred, I'm George." Fred said. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself a mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"

"Sorry, George, dear." Molly said. I held back laughter.

"Only joking. I am Fred." He said, and he headed to the barrier, George following before Molly could say anything.

"Excuse me?" a boy's voice asked. Ron, Ginny, Molly, and I turned and saw the black haired boy walk up.

"Hello, dear," Molly said. "First time at Hogwarts? Ron and Jessica are new too." She pointed to me and my brother. I smiled.

"Yes." the young boy said. "The thing is... the thing is I don't know how to-"

"How to get onto the platform?" Harry nodded and Molly smiled kindly. "Not to worry. All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Go on, go now before Ron and Jess."

"Er... Okay." he said. He pushed his trolley around and just stared at the wall.

"You can do it. Trust me. And good luck." I said. He looked at me, smiled, and nodded. He started walking towards the barrier. He then walked faster, before breaking into a heavy run. Then he disappeared. I smiled. He did it.

"Okay, go on Ginny and wait." She said, ushering my little sister to the barrier, she ran through it.

Molly turned to us. "I will go, and I trust you to to follow." We nodded, before she walked fast and disappeared too.

"Go on, Jess." Ron said. I looked at him and smiled. I nodded, before running to the barrier, going through it with no trouble. Then I saw the Hogwarts train.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I jumped. I turned and saw Ron chuckling. I hit his arm. He rubbed it and I spoke. "Not funny, Ron."

We hurried to where Fred, George and the boy left, and put our stuff in there.

"I'm so sorry Snowy." I said, placing his cage in there carefully. "I'll make it up to you." Then the train attendants closed it, and we went back to Fred, George, Molly, and Ginny.

"Ron, you've got something on your nose." Molly said, spotting us when we arrived. She tried to get it off his nose-whatever it was- but he jerked away. However, she was able to get him to where she could rub Ron's nose.

"Mom- geroff." Ron said. I giggled.

"Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got something on his nosie?" said Fred. I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up." Ron said. I looked to Fred.

"That was not right." I said, glaring at him. He rolled my eyes at me.

"Whatever." he said.

"Where's Percy?" Molly asked.

We looked and saw Perfect Prefect Percy coming our way in his new robes.

"Can't stay longer Mother." he said. "I'm up front, prefects have got two compartments to themselves-"

"Oh,, are you a prefect Percy?" said George sarcastically. "You should have said something, we had no idea."

"Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it." Fred said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes. "Once-"

"Or twice-"

"A minute-"

"All summer-"

"Oh, shut up." Percy said, obviously pissed off.

"How come Percy gets new robes anyways?" asked George.

"Because he's a prefect." Molly said fondly. She turned to Percy. "Alright, dear, well, have a good term-send me an owl when you get there." She kissed Percy on the cheek and he hurried off to who knows where. She then turned to Fred and George.

"Now, you two... this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you've... you've blown up a toilet or-"

"Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet."

"Great idea though, thanks, mom." I laughed.

"It's not funny. And look after Ron and Jessica."

"Don't worry, ickle Ronniekins and Jessikins are safe with us."

"Shut up." Ron said.

I leaned over to whisper into Ron's ear. "Someone help us." Ron chuckled and I smiled.

"Hey mom guess what? Guess who we just met on the train? You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he is?"


"Harry Potter!"

I gasped and Ginny squealed. I stumbled, backing up. I quickly turned and ran to another pole far enough away to where I was out of eyesight and so I could think. The thoughts were horrendous.

Harry Potter was here.

Father didn't kill him.

He's going to want to kill me for revenge.

I feel guilty.

And I actually think he's cute.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked and saw Ron.

"C'mon, trains going to leave if we don't hurry."

I nodded, and we ran to the door that gets us onto the train. When we got into the corridor that the compartments were lined up to, we looked through all the compartments. But only one was open. We stopped outside it.

"Jess, it's okay. We'll just pretend that your name is Weasley. That's what it says on your records. You're legally a Weasley." Ron said, his hands on my shoulder, sensing my nervousness.

"But what if I'm put in Slytherin?" I asked, looking up at my legal brother. He sighed, pulling me into a hug.

"You won't be. Trust me. You have no Slytherin qualities." He then backed away. "And I swear if he's really Harry Potter, he won't find out about you." Ron reassured me. I smiled.

"Thanks Ron." I said, and he gave me one last hug, before opening the compartment door.

"Anyone sitting there?" Ron asked Harry, pointing to the bench across Harry. "Everywhere else is full." Harry shook his head, so Ron sat across from him. I walked into the compartment and sat next to Ron. I saw him glance at Harry and then quickly looked out of the window. I sighed.

"Hey Ron, Jess."

I looked.

Fred and George were back.

"Listen, we're going down the middle of the train. Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there."

"Right..." Ron mumbled. I smiled at the twins.

"Very well. I guess we shall see you later." I said. The twins looked to Harry.

"Harry." said George. "did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later, then."

"Bye." All three of us said in unison.

"Are you really Harry Potter?" Ron and I blurted out simultaneously. Harry nodded.

"Oh... well, we thought it might be one of Fred and George's jokes," said Ron. "And have you really got... you know..." He pointed to Harry's forehead. He pulled his bangs to the side, and I saw his scar.

"Um... if you two will excuse me, I will be back." I said, getting up. They nodded, and I walked out, closing the doors behind me. I walked down the train corridor, to the corner. I sat down, knees to my chest. I placed my right arm on my knees. I pulled back my sleeve of my long shirt, and looked at my mark. The mark of my father. A skull that had a snake wrapped around it. I put my sleeve back when a girl passed by. When she passed, I pulled it back and looked at it again.

I am so screwed up. I thought. People at my school will hate me, even most of the Slytherins. If I had only been able to fix this crap. But I can't. I'm so damn screwed up.

And hen came the crying. I suppose I was crying for about ten minutes before someone tapped on my shoulder. I looked up, and saw Ron. He smiled at me sadly.

"You okay?" He asked. I nodded my head. I held up my hand. He grabbed it, helping me up.

And by the way." He said as we started heading back. "You're not screwed up, and no one will judge you by who your father was." I stopped him.

"Ron, he's not dead, and you know it." I said, gripping his arm tight. He whimpered, and I let go, letting a horrified expression on my face. "I'm so sorry." I said, examinating his arm. It looked like some skin was broken. I looked up to him horrified.

"I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to-" I said, backing up some.

"Jess, it's fine." He said, looking to his arm. I shook my head.

"I'm a monster." I said, collapsing onto my knees.

Ron kneeled in front of me. "Jess, you are not a monster. It was an accident. You know weird things have been happening lately, since you turned eleven."

And that was the last thing I heard as something came over my.

"Death Eaters can be recruited at eleven." I said in a deep male voice. Although it wasn't me. "They start getting unbelievably strong at age eleven, and weird, dangerous things happen." And then I gasped for air, breathing heavily.

"What was that?" He asked. I was able to shrug. He then stood, carrying me back to the outside of the compartment in his arms. When we arrived I was recovered.

"Thanks Ron." I said. He nodded, and we went in, changing into our robes.


Five minutes later, the train started slowing down before finally stopping completely. As we tried to get through, people were pushing. I actually almost got pushed down, but Harry caught me, to which I blushed and Ron coughed, obviously not liking the boy who lived holding his sister, to which made me blush even more.

We finally made it onto the large, black platform. I spotted a big man holding a lantern, and he was yelling "Firs' years! Firs' years!" Then he spotted Harry. "Alright there Harry?" Then he continued as we walked over.

"You know him?" I asked.


"Who is he?"

"The gamekeeper, Hagrid." Harry answered. I nodded.

Hagrid led us down a path. People were stumbling. I would've fell a bunch if Harry didn't keep catching me. And Ron kept coughing and glaring at me, to which I stuck my tounge at him. Harry always chuckled.

"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec." Hagrid said. "jus' round this bend here."

And there was a chorus of "Oooooooh."

There was a mountain in the middle of a HUGE lake, and perched atop was a castle to which I presumed to be Hogwarts.

"No more'n five to a boat." Harry, Ron, and I were followed into our boat by a girl and boy.

"Everyone in?" Hagrid asked, who had his own boat. "Right then. Forward!"

And the fleet moved forward, towards the castle. Everyone looked up at the castle as the got nearer to the cliff.

"Heads down!" Hagrid warned everyone as we reached the cliff. We bent our heads and sailed through a curtain of ivy. We eventually reached what looked like a harbour and everyone clambered out of the boats.

"Oy, you there! Is this your toad?" asked who I now knew to be Neville.

"Trevor!" he cried blissfully. He grabbed his toad, and were led up a passageway in the rock, until we reached huge doors.

"Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?"

And Hagrid raised his hand, knocking three times on the giant oak doors.

Okay, I do not know when this is going to be updated, seeing as the chapters are going to be long. And in this story, when we get to chapter six, Quidditch, there are to be two seekers on the team, cause I can do that. I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter, and this will be updated soon.