The Daughter of the Snake

"You're Voldemort's daughter!?" cried the red-headed boy, standing up and pulling out his wand, while everyone else did the same, backing away apart from Harry and a bushy-haired girl.

"Who's Voldemort?" asked Serephine, watching their wands carefully.

"Voldemort A.K.A Tom Marvolo Riddle, your old dad," snarled the red head. "Dumbledore must be going mad if he let you in here! Or did you trick him into thinking you were a normal girl?!"

"SHUT UP!" yelled Serephine, sinking to her knees. "I CAN'T TAKE THIS HATE!"

"Serephine, are you ok?" asked Draco, kneeling down beside her.

"What do you mean you can't take this hate?" asked Harry coldly, pointing his wand at her.

"You all hate me, and this room's swimming in it!" cried Serephine, burying her face in her hands.

"You can feel the hate we feel for you?" asked the girl with bushy hair. "That's impossible!"

"No shit Sherlock," said Serephine, standing up, wiping tears from her eyes. "Why do you all hate me?"

"Uh, I don't know, maybe because you're the daughter of the most evil wizard in the world?" said the red-head, glaring at her.

"So you hate me because my father fucked you all over? If that was true, I'd hate Draco because his father took me away from my Muggle family," said Serephine, glaring at the red-head.

"Your Muggle family?" asked the bushy haired girl.

"Yes, my Muggle family cause until yesterday I thought that I was a normal girl. Now I'm a half-human witch who just happens to be the daughter of the most evil wizard in the world. Oh, how I love my life!" snarled Serephine.

"Half-human," repeated another red-head.

"The wings on my back are real ya know. I didn't just get really bored with glue and lots of bird's wings," said Serephine, half-smiling at the girl. "Look, I am sorry for what my asshole of a dad did to all of you, but I swear to you, I want nothing to do with the evil bastard."

"Are you serious?" asked Harry, looking at her in disbelief. "You honestly want nothing to do with him?"

"You know when I was first introduced to him; all I could feel was the evilness in him. It was like a rushing river, and he was basking in its waters. I don't want to be like that," said Serephine. "Drake told me the whole story and I want to help you bring him down."

"If Dumbledore thinks you can help us, I'm willing to give you a chance," said Harry, holding out his hand again.

Serephine smiled and took it again, shaking it. "Thank you."

"No problem. We need all the allies we can get and since you're Voldemort's own daughter it'll be a heavy blow to him," said Harry, managing a weak smile. The red-head and the girl with bushy hair scowled at Serephine at this.

"Anyway, this is Ron, Ginny, Fred and George Weasley and Hermione Granger,"

"Nice to meet you," said Serephine, smiling at them all.

"Wish we could say the same," muttered Ron.

"Do ya feel the love?" commented Serephine to Draco.

"What is he doing here anyway?" growled Ron, glaring at Draco.

"He is with me. He was meant to train me in magic but we accidentally came here instead of Diagon Alley and told Dumble-D the whole story and he says that we can help kick Goldyshort's ass."

Ron spluttered and said, "Goldyshort? You made fun of You-Know-Who's name?!"

"I didn't actually do it on purpose," admitted Serephine, grinning. "I can never get the name of any place or thing right."

"Anyplace? Where's that?" asked Draco, sarcastically.

"Ha bloody ha. See everyone laughing," said Serephine, glaring at him.

"That's because most of you cannot begin to contemplate the barest glimpse of my wit," said Draco smugly.

"So why is he here again?" asked Ron, glaring at Draco.

"I'm beginning to wonder myself," commented Serephine. "Anyway, I heard that there was a birthday party going on up here, but I think I killed it. Shall we get the respirator?"

"What's a respirator?" asked Ron and Draco simultaneously, and then glared at each other.

"A Muggle device used to bring people recently dead back to life by sending electricity through their body," explained Hermione, sounding like she swallowed a text book yet again.

"Fine, I'll use a less confusing phrase," said Serephine, rolling her eyes. "Shall we give this party a kick start?"

"Hell yeah!" cried Fred, disappearing with a loud pop.

"He agrees with me then disappears," said Serephine, putting her bag on the floor. "Why do I feel I'm being patronized? Anyway, where's the music?"

"We don't have any," said Harry, sitting down.

"Why the hell not?" asked Serephine, looking stunned. "It's meant to be a party! Making with the music and the loudness and the junk food!"

"We don't have a stereo or anything," said Ginny.

"See now I'm glad I brought my MP3 player and my mini-speakers," said Serephine, pulling them out of her bag and sitting them on a table next to her where all the food was sitting. She attached the speakers to the MP3 player and turned it on, and then pressed play.

"What kinda music do you want on?" she asked Harry.

"Anything," said Harry, shrugging. "I've never really listened to music. My aunt and uncle never let me listen to music or anything."

"Ok, so anyone else have a preference, cause if not I get to choose," said Serephine, grinning. "No? Yay, my choice."

"Why do I think I'm going to regret not choosing?" quipped Harry.

"Because you are," replied Serephine, grinning as she chose the song. "But, luckily for you, I'm feeling nice, so I won't put something too heavy on... Maybe just Eminem."

"Isn't that a type of Muggle sweet?" asked Ron, frowning.

"Yeah, but it's also the name of an American rapper," explained Serephine, as 'Without Me' came blasting out of the tiny speakers.

"What's that racket?" shouted another red-haired woman, coming in with Fred behind her. "What is that thing?"

"In that order, its music and a MP3 player," said Serephine, holding her hand out to the woman. "Hiya, I'm Serephine Riddle."

The woman looked at her then said, without taking her hand, "Nice to meet you,"

"Sure it is," said Serephine, rolling her eyes as she retracted her hand.

The woman had the grace to look sheepish. "I'm Molly Weasley," she said, and then turned to the others. "Dears, could you keep the music down?"

The others nodded and she exited from the room.

Serephine shook her head and flung herself on the seat nearest the table and began to turn the music down.

"Why did you say 'sure it is' when Mrs. Weasley said it was nice to meet you?" asked Harry, frowning at Serephine.

"Because it wasn't nice for her," stated Serephine simply. "She didn't enjoy it and was scared."

"You felt it like you felt we hated you," said Harry, his frown deepening. "How long have you been able to do that?"

"Just since I got my original looks restored," said Serephine, shrugging. "And the first thing I felt was not of the good. It was seething hatred, more than all of yours combined."

"Let me guess," drawled Draco, who was draped over the chair next to Serephine, "The Dark Lord's hatred for Potter."

"No shit, Sherlock," quipped Serephine, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, I said something about getting a respirator for this party earlier... How's that coming, Fred?"

Fred looked at her, startled. "How did you know it was me that left?" he asked, frowning. "Our own Mother can't tell us apart half the time."

"You feel different in my head," said Serephine, frowning. "Ok, that's it; I'm officially a head-case. Talking about the feelings people give me inside my head. Mind you, I am sitting here with a bunch of witches and wizards and do have wings on my back. God, my life is screwed."

"Join the club," said Harry, bitterly.

"Do I get free member-ship?" asked Serephine, perking up.

"Maybe," said Harry, nodding and smiling.

"Cool," said Serephine, and then noticed everyone was watching them. "Take a picture; it'll last longer."

"Huh?" said Ron, looking confused.

"You were all staring at us so I figured if you took a picture it'd last longer," said Serephine, shrugging. "Anyway, Fred, what did you get?"

"Butterbeer," he said, passing bottles about.

"What's it like?" asked Serephine, sniffing the bottle Draco handed her.

"You know, most people would ask if it was alcoholic first," commented Draco dryly.

"I just like to be different," drawled Serephine, smirking. "So again, what's it like?"

"Sweet and warming," replied Draco. "Take a sip,"

"You dare say "you know you want to" and I will knock you into next week," warned Serephine, sniffing the open bottle. "Over the lips, past the gums, look out stomach; here it comes!" She took a big gulp and immediately took another. "I hope you have this stuff on draft in the kitchen!" she said to Fred, grinning.

"You can pay for the next lot then," said Fred, grinning back.

Serephine raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me? I have no money and I ain't selling my Mp3 player!"

"Which is why I have all the money you will need," said Draco, pulling out a key from his pocket. "I have too much money anyway."

All the Weasley's in the room scowled at him for the last remark.

"Cheers," said Serephine, tilting her bottle at him. "So when are we getting me my stick anyway?"

"It's called a wand and Dumbledore'll probably have someone take you," said Harry. "Or he might send you with us when we get our stuff."

Just then, the door opened and Mrs. Weasley peered into the room. "Lunch is ready," she said, then went back out.

"Coming?" asked Harry to no one in particular as he got up.

Everyone got up and went out of the room, with Draco and Serephine bringing up the rear.

"I don't think they like us," drawled Serephine, as they came to a dining room.

"As you would so colourfully put it, 'no shit, Sherlock,'" drawled Draco, giving her a lazy look.

They sat down and were handed plates with a baked potato and salad on them.

"I hate salad," said Draco, glaring at his plate.

"If you don't like it, Malfoy, go back home and shove some bloody caviar down your face," snarled Ron, giving Draco a look of hatred.

Draco, for once, didn't say anything, but started eating the salad.

Beside him, Serephine was wolfing down the salad as though it was her last meal.

"Hungry?" asked a man opposite her, raising his eyebrows.

"Maybe just a little bit," replied Serephine, nodding. "This is the first thing I've had since five o'clock last night,"

"No breakfast?" asked the man, picking at his own salad.

"Nope," said Serephine. "What time is it anyway? It feels like the crack of dawn to me."

They stared at her.

"It's... half past one," said Harry, glancing at a clock on a shelf.

"I beat my own record," said Serephine, grinning. "Thirty-three hours without sleep!"

"That's bad for you, you know," commented the man.

"Are you human?" asked Serephine, looking at him for the first time.

Remus looked shocked at both her bluntness and her query.

"No, as a matter of fact I'm not. I'm a Werewolf," he said, shrugging it off. "How did you know?"

"I... felt it," said Serephine, shrugging. "And don't give me that look, I'm not insane," she said at Draco's look of 'o-k then'. "Honest!"

"We believe you," said Draco, with his eyebrows raised. "Honest," he added, trying to smother a smile.

Serephine rolled her eyes at him then started to listen to Harry and Ron's conversation about Quidditch.

"The Captain's going to be Alica," argued Harry.

"No way! It's going to be Katie!" said Ron.

"Captain of what?" asked Serephine, confused.

"Quidditch," said Harry.

"What's that?" asked Serephine, raising an eyebrow.

"You don't know what Quidditch is?!" asked Ron, looking shocked.

"I told you, I was a-hundred percent non-witch-y before I came here," Serephine reminded him.

Then Harry and Ron were off, explaining the rules of Quidditch, with Draco putting in a comment here and there, earning himself glares from Harry and Ron.

"Heh, who needs a broomstick when you have built-in wings!" said Serephine, grinning. "Although I'm not entirely sure if they're just for decoration or not."

"Um... how do you have wings on your back anyway?" asked Harry, looking at them. "I mean, it's not exactly normal."

"I don't know, but according to Voldemort my mother was a hobbit with wings," said Serephine.

"What's a Hobbit?" asked Ron, frowning, while Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Ok, not really, but she was this really small person with wings," admitted Serephine, grinning.

"Do you ever stop grinning?" asked Draco.

"Not if I can help it," said Serephine, smiling. "I heard this saying, 'Laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and it laughs even harder,' and personally I want to be the laugh-er and not the laugh-e."

Silence would have met this comment, if she hadn't kept on talking.

"Anyway, Harry, could you teach me how to fly?"

The fact that he had been the youngest Seeker in a century had been mentioned.

"Sure," said Harry, shrugging. "But you'll have to get a broom."

"Who said anything about a broom?" asked Serephine, raising an eyebrow as she grinned.

"How can I teach you to fly if you're using your wings?" asked Harry, looking bewildered.

"I mean like teach me dives and stuff. That wonky faint thing," said Serephine.

"Do you try to murder the English language, Miss Riddle, or does it just come naturally to you?" drawled a voice from behind her.

"It's a personal mission of sorts, sir," said Serephine, turning round to grin at Snape.

"I thought as much," said Snape, grimly. "Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you. And you too, Potter."

Serephine and Harry got up and followed Snape out of the room.

"I'm dying to ask if the billowing cloak thing comes naturally to him or not," whispered Harry, who hastily tried to turn his laugh into a cough.

Snape lead them to the room where the Order meetings were normally held.

"Ah, Harry, Miss Riddle," said Dumbledore, sitting on a chair next to the fire with a small silver basin on his lap. "Come in, come in,"

Harry and Serephine walked over to Dumbledore and stood beside him.

"Harry, I would like you to put all of your memories since first year into the Pensive," requested Dumbledore.

"I don't have my wand, sir," said Harry.

"Accio," said Dumbledore, producing his wand from somewhere and waving it. Another wand flew straight into his hand, and he gave it to Harry, who pointed it just above his temple. There was an almost silent sucking noise then Harry blinked, shaking his head. He then poised his wand over the Pensive. There was the same sucking noise and a silver liquid poured from the tip of Harry's wand into the Pensive.

"Thank you, Harry," said Dumbledore. "Keep your eye on that, please. Now, Miss Riddle, while I was at Hogwarts I picked up two wands which I believe might be suitable for you."

He produced two long boxes from his robes. One was a deep forest green with a velvet covering while the other was black with a silk covering which was covered in dust. He pulled the lid off of the green one first and handed the wand inside to Serephine.

"Six inches, oak wood and hair of a werewolf," he said, eyeing it. "Give it a wave."

Serephine shrugged and waved the wand, but nothing happened.

Dumbledore nodded, as though expecting this, and took the lid off of the other box and handed her that wand.

"Eight inches, white ash wood and a feather," he said, as he handed it to her.

Serephine felt warm when he handed her the wand and when she waved it; black and white sparks flew from the tip, showering down over Harry, who wrinkled his nose.

"Interesting," commented Dumbledore, looking thoughtful. "Salazar Slytherin's wand rejected you, but the wand, the purest wand ever made, chose you,"

"Two questions; what kind of feather and who made this?" asked Serephine, as she put her wand in the box and put the lid back on it.

"I made it," said Dumbledore, surprising both Harry and Serephine and Snape. "The feather was a donation from a woman I met some years ago when I was a mere lad of seventy-three. She had wings like yours, Miss Riddle, and said I would have to make something from it to give to her daughter. She also gave me something else, but you will not need it yet."

"So my mother gave you a feather from her wings to make into a wand for me?" asked Serephine, one hundred other questions forming in her head. "Who is she? Where is she? What is she doing? What is-"

"Miss Riddle, please," said Dumbledore, holding up his hand. "Your mother's name was Angelito. She, I am sorry to inform you, died giving birth to you. Her kind - your kind - are called Angels by Muggles, which is incorrect. You're people are called The Clan of the Wind. Not much is known of your Clan or where you come from. Your mother was the liaison between us, but she was captured by Voldemort and was raped by him. She fell pregnant with you, which was what he wanted, and died during childbirth. Her brother, your uncle, took you and placed charms on you so no-one would know where you were. I do not know how Voldemort located you, but it is irrelevant for the moment," he said. He pulled out his wand and tapped the side of the Pensive and said "Corporeus."

The silver liquid doubled on itself and split in two separate liquids, dancing around the basin. "Take yours out, Harry."

Harry, who had been silent throughout the whole conversation, jumped, then jabbed his wand into the original liquid which was sucked into it. He then pressed his wand against his temple and the liquid went back to where it came from.

"Now, Miss Riddle, could you do the same?" requested Dumbledore.

Serephine nodded and took her wand back out of its box. She slid it carefully into the liquid in the basin and it was sucked into it. She pressed the tip of it to her temple and a flash of silver passed between them.

Serephine blinked several times before walking straight out of the room. She went past the dining hall and upstairs into the room where she first met Harry.

There she sat on a chair waiting.