Chapter 01

Number 12, Grimmauld Place, London, England, Great Britain

Tuesday the 31st of July 1991

9:00 AM

Amara Potter shot up from her bed, Jewel green-blue eyes wide. Her hair was tangle , per usual, she didn't care enough to try and brush it. She stumbled over her long silk green pajama pants. She looked in the mirror excitedly and smiled at her reflection. She wasn't tall or short for her age. She had red lips, beautiful fair white skin and long shiny black hair up to her buttocks that fell elegantly how matter she looked. she had a very gorgeous face according to her Uncle Sirius. And her Green-blue Jewel eyes with long eye lashes were the favorite of her. They shined like Jewels and she gave a wicked smirk, exposing her beautiful white teeth.

She ran out of the room and ran downstairs, towards the smell of eggs and bacon. As she stumbled into the kitchen, she almost tripped over the old house elf of the Blacks.

"Sorry, Kreacher! " Amara called over her shoulders as he glare at her. Kreacher's hostile look softened at her sincere if quick apology.

" It is fine, Mistress, " he sighed, continuing to clean the imaginary dust. More likely, he didn't want to be the same room as Sirius.

"uh...Kreacher, It's my birthday. Can you make me a treacle tart before I go to Diagon Alley? " asked Amara excitedly. Kreacher nodded, his large ears dropping with old age.

"Of course, Mistress"

Amara grinned and took off towards the kitchen before walking and grinning. Sirius sat at the table with a large platter of bacons, eggs and sausages.

" Well, if it isn't the birthday girl. How old are you again? seven?'' Sirius teased with a mischievous spark in his eyes. Amara rolled her eyes and launched herself at the man.

" Uncle Sirius! I'm eleven! " laughed Amara hugging her beloved godfather. Sirius hugged her back squeezing just as tightly.

" That's right! you're a big girl now. You're going to get your wand and go to Hogwarts. Now let's eat. We are going to the Leaky Cauldron, to meet someone. Sirius said. Amara nodded and ate quickly as possible.

" So, where do you want to go first, doe? " Sirius asked using her nickname that he had assigned to her since the day of her birth. Amara didn't even need to think about it.

" I want to get my wand, " she said, firmly. Sirius nodded and grinned.

" Of course. How else are you going to get into trouble? " smirked Sirius. Amara laughed and shook her head.

" Uncle Sirius... I don't think it's a good I should know that I'm going to pull pranks before I even get there. But, I guess I should pull one in name of the Marauders. I'm not saying I will but I might. . I'm finally eleven! I can do so many things with my own wand finally." Amara said.

They continued to talk about Diagon Alley and Hogwarts while they ate breakfast and Amara stood.

" I have to go shower. I can already tell you did," Amara said. Sirius nodded in agreement and took care of the dishes.

Amara quickly went to her own personal bathroom and quickly took a bath about half an hour. She quickly dried her hair with her wandless magic which was too easy for her and she wore a beautiful blue dress almost past her knee with black stockings. she wore matching pair of blue cover shoes and arranged her long hair into a beautiful braid and went downstairs after putting her blue cloak.

" Uncle Sirius! come on! "she shouted when she walked to the Drawing room but didn't see him there. As she called said uncle walked with his black cloak. Sirius smirked and held out the cauldron of Floo powder. Amara took a pinch of sparkling Floo Powder and stepped into the fireplace.

" Leaky Cauldron " Amara commanded, as she threw the powder.

LEAKY CAULDRON, London, England

Tuesday 31st of July 1991

10:04 AM

Green flames erupted around her as she spun before falling out of the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron and onto the floor. All eyes were on her and suddenly there was a scream.

" It's Amara Potter the Girl-who-lived! ''

" Fuck... " Amara sighed, as people rushed towards her. She heard her uncle coming through behind her but he was just as shocked as her. A tall figure stepped in front of Amara. He was much taller than her above six feet.

" Such vulgar language for a little girl, Miss. Potter, " the voice said, condescendingly. Amara starred at the figure in wonder and a slight flick of anger. Her wonder and consequent bemusement won and she looked at him, questioningly.

" I know you... " she trailed off. He looked back at her with charcoal and garnet flecked eyes.

" Indeed. You all go away. Give the child some space. She is not a circus act for you to gawk at. She is a human person. Treat her as such, " the man snarled at everyone with such derision and disgust that even Amara flinched at hid words. People skulked away, obviously not happy at the man but they didn't dare to challenge him. The man turned around and smirked down at Amara.

Amara couldn't help but stare and smirk back. The man was tall with silky dark hair that reached his shoulder blades. His hair was so black that it had blue highlights and was pulled back in a ponytail. He was pall with an aristocratic nose and he was incredibly handsome.

" I am Professor Tom Riddle, the Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts and the Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher, " the man hissed to her. Amara nodded and he offered a hand. And she shook it firmly.

" Pleasure... I am Amara Potter, " Amara hissed back. She couldn't help but notice there was an undertone of hisses and Sirius looked worried again. She frowned at him before ignoring it. Sirius was always worried. And this time, he didn't even have a reason to be worried.

" Hmm... I believe we should go to the Alley now, " Riddle said, firmly. Sirius nodded in agreement and Amara dropped her professor's hand as if it burned. Sirius grabbed Amara by the shoulders. Amara looked at her uncle Sirius. He looked slightly paler than his normal tan. And his grey eyes showed that he was slightly worried.

But what about?

" Riddle, how have you been these past 10 years? " Asked Sirius, tentatively as he steered her to the backroom behind the Leaky Cauldron. The bartender nodded at them but his eyes stayed on Amara.

" Teaching. Paperwork. Sending letters to children about Hogwarts. The like, " Riddle said, in a clipped sentences. He seemed rather annoyed at the question or perhaps it was the answer that he gave and Amara cleared her throat. They both look at her, the charcoal eyes expectant, and the grey eyes depicted the slight confusion.

" Do you not like teaching? Professor? " asked Amara curiously. Riddle gave a look from underneath long lashes that she couldn't quite decipher. Riddle shrugged and took out his Yew wand. As soon as Amara the long pale rod of wood came into her sight, she shuddered, feeling the core of wand calling to her. She raised her hand, as if to take it before moving to brush a loose lock of hair behind her ear.

" I like teaching, '' Riddle said without further explanation and he turned to look at her fully. The crimson in his eyes flashed and Amara stood entranced. He proceeded to turn away and open the way to Diagon Alley, not stopping.

" We must go to the Gringotts, first. I am to withdraw something rather important and I believe Miss Potter should have a blood lineage list, " Riddle said. Amara opened her mouth to protest.

" But I want my wand! "

" You have no right to say where we're going first. I'm her guardian! We don't have to follow you! "

Riddle turned to glare at both of them. Sirius backed down as his eyes flashed crimson again. Amara's instinct told her to back down but her heart said different. She glared back just as much heat.

" I'm not fucking afraid of you! " Amara snapped. Riddle grimaced at the girl's impertinence and he sighed. It came out as a hiss.

" Language and I never said you were. However, you should be, Miss. Potter. You don't want to make me hate you before you've even come to Hogwarts. That'd be very bad. And I'm afraid you do have to go with me as much as I loath to say. Dumbledore's orders, " Tom said, his voice colored with annoyance and it sounded as if he were speaking down to her. Amara lifted her head and stared at him, sullenly. Finally, Sirius huffed before going after him and tugging Amara along after him.

Diagon Alley, London, Great Britian

Tuesday the 31st of July 1991

10:11 AM

Amara ignored the looks and whispers everyone cast her as she walked past. She glared, resentfully at Riddle. She couldn't figure this out. She knew she met him when she was little. She had been very aware when she was a child and she understood how to do things quicker then most because she could remember people doing them for a long time.

But what about this teacher?

He was weird and she got a vibe from him she didn't understand. They made their way to Gringotts and soon as they stepped on the marble staircase someone grabbed her hand and shook sharply. Amara froze and flinched, violently.

" Miss Potter, welcome! " cried out a little wizard. He looked scruffy and dirty with yellow teeth and unkempt grey hair. She stared in shook as he prepared to kiss her hand as the proper wizarding gentleman. Sirius prepared to say something when Amara was jerked back by her wrist and pulled behind a tall figure.

" Oh Amara... why didn't you move? You shouldn't let strangers touch you. Some are out to get you, " sighed Sirius. Amara barely heard him. Her eyes were on Tom Riddle who was whispering something harshly to the wizard. The wizard palled, considerably and glanced at Amara.

" Don't even look at her, " Riddle hissed, threateningly. The wizard gave a stumbling and low bow to Amara.

" I'm sorry for bothering you, Miss. Potter, " he said quietly. Riddle smirked and looked back at the shocked Amara and rolled her eyes.

" Not afraid of me, one of the greatest wizards on the face of the planet but absolutely terrified of a street rat. How pitiful... Miss Potter. Absolutely so, " Riddle hissed. flatly, though there was a slightest undertone of mocking. Amara glared and lifted her head up to meet his Charcoal gaze full on.

" I'm not going to respond to that. Perhaps I will once if you can get detentions before you enter Hogwarts, " Amara snapped hissing before walking inside. Riddle watched as she suddenly adopted the air of a respectful yet decidedly haughty pureblood Heirless.

" Welcome to Gringotts, Miss Potter. I am Gornhorg, " the goblin teller in front of her said. She nodded and curtsied. Sirius watched with as air of pride.

" She knows how to act around goblins? " Riddle asked, with mild surprise. Sirius seems to take offence at the question and scowled at Riddle.

" I've taught her how to be the perfect Heirless. I don't think I'll ever have kids of my own and I plan to make her my Heirless. I taught her the pureblood ways unfortunately, that's the only way that a half-blood is going to survive in the upper crust of the wizarding world. She normally acts a lot different in public than she's acting with you. I'm not surprised though. You antagonize her, " Sirius said, Pointing out obvious and his tone sounded accusing and annoyed. Riddle gave a slight smile that surprised both Amara and Sirius.

" Perhaps... "

" Merry meet, Gornhorg, " Amara said continuing her introductions with the waiting goblin. Gornhorg was openly surprised before he blinked and bowed his head.

" Merry meet, Miss Potter. Now how may I help you, " Gornhorg asked, less cold now. Amara cast a gaze at Riddle who walked over, gracefully. The goblin's eyes narrowed in confusion.

" Lord Slytherin, My Lord, what may I do for you? " asked Gornhorg bowing even lower for Riddle. Amara stared at Riddle with wide and shocked green blue Jewel eyes and Riddle placed a heavy hand on Amara's shoulder.

" Miss Potter would like a blood test. The most expensive one that lists each house, please. Be sure to hand the list, directly to me before she even sees it, " Riddle instructed, briskly and he cast an undecipherable look down at Amara once more. Gornhorg nodded.

" Griphook, Head of the Blood Lineage department will conduct the test for you. This test is rather expensive... " Gornhorg trailed off. Riddle sighed, annoyed and he silenced Gornhorg with a look.

" Charge it to the Black Vault, " Sirius spoke up. Gornhorg nodded once. He turned around and cleared his throat. He stood up and opened the door behind the teller booth. People watched in curiosity. Amara did her best to ignore the looks she was getting from other customers of the bank.

" This way, " Gornhorg said, leading them to a backroom where a stone bowl and a ceremonial knife sat on the plain wooden table. A goblin sat behind the bowl, waiting. The eleven year old didn't even consider the fact that the goblin had known that she would be coming back here. Amara only had the eyes for the tool sitting upon the table. She swallowed at how sharp the knife looked.

" Professor... is this really necessary? " asked Amara, uncertainly. Riddle turned around, sharply and placed one long pale finger under her chin and lifted her head, inspecting her face.

" I believe it is... " he trailed, before spinning, his black robes swishing with him. He sat down and gestured both Black and Potter forward. The goblin behind the table bowed to Riddle.

" Lord Slytherin. Lord Black. And this is Miss Potter? " the goblin asked. Sirius gave a smile and nodded.

"Hello, Griphok. Merry meet, " Sirius said, his tone full of respect and fondness for the small creature.

"Merry meet, Now, Miss Potter, sit down and cut your dormant arm's wrist. Deposit the blood into the bowl and I will handle the rest, " Griphok said. Amara nodded and looked at Sirius.

" Do I really have to do this? " she asked in Distaste and slight fear. Riddle rolled his eyes and grabbed her right arm and mercilessly slashed down, cutting into the soft skin.

" Ah! Shit! He said cut! Not to freaking chop off my hand, " Amara snarled. Riddle gave her a dark snicker and a mocking smirk.

" You're being dramatic, Miss Potter. Drop your blood in, " Riddle said. Amara glowered at him before moving her hand over to the bowl and dripping her blood into it. Griphok frowned and waved Riddle over.

Riddle paled noticeably and glanced at Amara who looked curious. She stared, unflinching at the intensity of his gaze. Sirius frowned and waved his wand over Amara's arm, healing it.

" Well... uh... shit. Give me that, " Riddle snarled, his tone showing his frustration he was feeling despite his emotionless face, snatching the parchment shaking his head.

" Lord Slytherin... it isn't bad as you think it... " Griphook said, uneasily. Riddle snorted and inspected the parchment again.

" Remove them. All F That... can be left there. That one house. But everything that isn't directly hers... remove it, " Riddle instructed. Griphok snapped his fingers and Riddle nodded, satisfied.

" If may I ask, Lord Slytherin, how did this happen? " asked Griphok. Riddle shook his head.

" I don't know. Amara, you may look " Riddle said, handing the parchment to her. Amara look at him suspiciously.

" What did you remove? " she demanded. Riddle gave her a strained smirk.

" Nothing... " he trailed off. Amara looked down and gasped in shock at the parchment.

Name : Amara Anastasia Potter-Black

Parents : James Fleamont Potter - Divine Pureblood

Lily Evans / Lilith Emrys - Divine Pureblood

Sirius Orion Black - Pureblood ( by blood adoption)

Blood status : Divine Pureblood

Soul Bond status : Bonded

Soul Bond : Unconfirmed ( unconsummated )

Lordships : Potter, Emrys, Pendragon, Lefey, Olympia, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw

Heirships : Black, Slytherin, Peverell

Titles : The Girl Who Lived

The Mistress of Life and Death

Abilities : Eidetic Memory

Parseltongue

Parselmagic

Elements ( Air, Fire, Ice, Water, Wind, Earth, Lightning )

Wandless Magic

Necromancy

Spell Invention

Metamorphmagus

Legilimency

Occlumency

Flight

Telekinesis

Healing

Power of Life and Death

Immortality ( At 18 )

Zoolingualism

" She's soul bonded? " Sirius yelled, his tone holding worry and disbelief. Griphok nodded and cleared his throat. Amara pulled at the idea. he knew what it meant but didn't understand how it had happened.

" These connections typically develop at birth or early in the childhood with those that she has come contact with. It could be anyone, " Riddle said smoothly. Sirius mutter the words under his breath before giving a great sigh, knowing there's nothing he could do.

" Uncle Sirius, how is my mother a Divine Pureblood ? I thought she was a muggle born witch, " Amara said in surprise.

" I believe she was orphaned in the beganing of Grindelwald's region. The Evan's family may have adopted her and raised her as their own, " Riddle said to the curious girl. Amara and Sirius silently agreed to that.

" What's a Divine pureblood? " asked Amara.

" A divine pureblood is the most purest blood there is and they are very rare. And your Jewel eyes came from the mix of Emrys, Pendragon and Lefey bloodline. Also divine purebloods have way more pure blood and magic than purebloods. " answered Riddle. Amara nodded and Sirius was secretly happy and worried about Amara the same time but now, nobody in the upper crust of wizarding world could ever insult Amara for being a half-blood.

Ollivander's, Diagon Alley, London, England, Great Britain

Tuesday the 31st of July 1991

11 : 30 AM

Amara rubbed her temple as she ignored her uncle's rants. He had been complaining since they had left Gringotts. He'd admitted that he couldn't do anything about the soul bond but he would complain about it. After Riddle picked up whatever the hell he had wanted from Gringotts, he had wanted to go to Flourish & Blotts. At that point, Amara hadn't cared. When they had been at the bookstore, she had abandon her uncle Sirius to speak with Riddle about Hogwarts.

He hadn't been a great help in informing her about anything except a very general explanation and curriculum but it had been nice to hear something that wasn't about her parents and Sirius and their friends.

But, now they were at the one place she'd wanted to come since earlier this morning. As she stepped inside the small and cramped little shop, she looked around at the tall cases of boxes. She could feel the magic swirling in the shop.

" I was wondering when I would see you Miss Potter "

Amara jumped and looked up to see a white haired wizard looking down at her from a ladder. He jumped down, nimbly and made his way over. He noticed both Riddle and Sirius.

" Ah... Mr. Riddle. I remember giving your wand to you. A long time ago... " Ollivander said. Amara looked at him in shock.

" How old are you? You must be ancient... " Amara said, a teasing smirk adoring her face. Riddle glared down at her and looked away.

" Older than you. You shut up, " he snapped. Amara laughed, behind her hand.

" Yes, yes. Yew, 13 1/2 inches, and phoenix feather if I'm correct. And Mr. Black, ebony, dragon heartstring, 12 1/2 inches, " Ollivander said. They both nodded. Ollivander stood and looked around the shop before pulling down a box and opening it.

" Ash, 10 inch, unicorn hair, " Ollivander dictated. Amara took it and gave a swift slash. The glass mirrors in the shop shattered. Ollivander took the wand, quickly.

" Oops... " she giggled.

" No, no. Definitely not. "

And with that Ollivander went through almost every wand for two hours. Riddle sighed, leaning against the wall, reading the book he had got from Flourish & Blotts. He looked up when he felt Ollivander's eyes on him. Suddenly, Ollivander's lips formed into a knowing smile. Riddle raised an eyebrow at the old man.

" I see... Amara. I believe I have the perfect wand for you. Holly, Wood of Tree of life, 10 inches, Phoenix feather, " Ollivander said, giving said wand to her. Amara looked at it warily.

" Mr. Ollivander, you said that about the last few... " she trailed off. The wand pulsed in her hands, violently. Riddle shook and pull out his own. It was pulsing, just as violently. Golden threats erupted from both wands and emerald and silver erupted from Riddle's wand. A barrage of colors erupted from Amara's. The most dominant colors were charcoal and crimson.

" Ollivander what's happening? " asked Sirius in alarm. Ollivander smiled, quietly to himself.

" The wands are rejoicing " was his simple answer. Riddle looked down at the connected wands tried to jerk his own wand away. The connection stayed and with his struggle it became even stronger. Amara stared in wonder and the numerous colors turned to brightly colored flames.

Red and yellows were of course present. But then, there were blues and green shade of purple and then there were metallic colors. Gold and silver swirled around the two and lit Amara's eye. The palpable magic lifted her hair and swirled locks of ebony around her.

And suddenly, it ended and the connection broke. Amara looked down at her wand mournful that the beautiful magic had suddenly disappeared. Riddle stared down at his own wand with various emotions. Amara couldn't tell exactly what emotions as they were flitting across his face so quickly.

" That... most definitely is your wand. Curious. Very curious. " Ollivander said. Amara turned around face the wandmaker.

" What's curious? " she asked. Riddle stowed his wand away.

" Your wand's core is a phoenix feather. That phoenix gave a another feather. Just one other. It's curious that you should have that wand when Mr. Riddle contains the other. The wands are rejoicing because they are together once again. It will do you well not to turn your wands on each other unless you wish for them to rejoice again or... destroy. Should anything threaten the other wand, the wand which isn't being threatened will attack on its own " Ollivander explained. Sirius nodded in understanding.

" This is an interesting development, " Sirius said. Riddle's face showed show that he was absolutely annoyed and he crossed his arms.

" No it isn't, " he snapped before glaring at Ollivander. Ollivander smiled, benignly. Riddle hissed under his breath.

" That will be nine gallons, " Ollivander said. Sirius opened his mouth before Riddle sighed.

" Charge it to the Slytherin account. She's the second Heir anyway, " Riddle said, before storming away. Amara sighed and smiled at Ollivander.

" Thank you, sir! " she said. Sirius nodded before the pair walked out of the shop.

" Goodbye Lord and Lady Slytherin. "

MADAM MALKIN'S, Diagon Alley, London, England, Great Britain

Tuesday the 31st of July 1991

11: 45 AM

" I'm so hungry... " whined Amara as she stood in Madam Malkin's. Riddle glared at her and sighed.

" Miss Potter, If you could refrain from whining, that would be excellent, " Riddle said, sarcastically. Amara hissed at him before Madam Malkin approached. She pulled her over.

" Miss Potter! Come this way! " insisted Madam Malkin, pulling her to a backroom where she was instructed to remove her cloak. She looked to the side to see a girl with big bushy brown hair and big front teeth.

" Hello, are you going to Hogwarts? " the girl asked. Amara turned to look at her in surprise and nodded. The girl looked friendly and Amara extended her hand over to her.

" I'm Amara. Amara Potter, " Amara said. The girl's mouth fell open and she extended her hand, excitedly.

" I'm Hermione! Hermione Granger! I've read all about you. You're the Girl-Who-Lived. You destroyed Grindelwald when you were just a baby! " Hermione said, excitedly. Amara smiled, amusedly.

" Nice to meet you. I've read all about me as well. They aren't accurate. I don't even wear glasses like they said. " Amara told the girl.

"So... if you're Amara Potter, that means you're a pureblood. Why are you talking to me? I've read that purebloods don't particularly like me, " Hermione said matter of factly. Amara laughed fully and Hermione ducked her head before giving a small smile. Then Madam Malkin began measuring the two girls. Amara and Hermione soon finished and exited together with a barrage of robes and skirts and shirts. Sirius and Riddle looked up as she exited and Amara's wand began to vibrate again.

" Could you control your magic please? " Riddle snapped as she exited. Amara grabbed her wand, tightly and glared at him.

" With all due respect, professor, could you shut up? " Amara snarled. Riddle smirked at her, almost approvingly and Hermione looked between the two.

" professor.... Amara... " Hermione said, questioningly. She beckoned her parents forward who were accompanied by a tall man with mounds of hair, on top of his head and on his face.

" ello ther' Tom, " said Hagrid with an sour look on his face.

" Hello Amara, " Hagrid said with a wink. Amara smiled uncertainly at the tall strange man.

" Hello, Miss Granger. I am professor Tom Riddle, " Riddle said. Hermione was starry-eyed even after they left.

Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, Diagon Alley, London, England, Great Britian

Tuesday the 31st of July 1991

12 : 15 AM

" Hmm... a Cappuccino ice cream would be nice! " Amara decided. Mr. Fortescue smiled at her and nodded as he accepted her ice cream order. Amara swung her leg, under the table and refrained from kicking Riddle who was reading his enormous book again.

" An ice cream float... those are delicious. Especially, here. Ooh caramel flavored with butterbeer, " Sirius requested. Mr. Fortescue laughed.

" Sirius Black you used to come at all possible times. I think I should know your order after some 20 years, " Mr. Fortescue insisted. Sirius joined in and Mr. Fortescue turned to Riddle.

" And you. Mr. Riddle? " he asked. Riddle didn't even looked up his book as he responded.

" Vanilla, strawberry, chocolate. Topped with bananas, cherries, any nuts you have, and hot fudge. Add whipped cream and drizzle it with caramel sauce and finish it with chocolate sprinkles, " Riddle said, without skipping a beat or looking up from his book. Mr. Fortescue nodded.

" Ooh... the usual, " Mr. Fortescue said. Riddle looked up, finally and gave a slow smirk before nodding at the wonder on Sirius and Amara's faces. Amara leaned back and closed her eyes and settled in what was a somewhat comfortable silence. She drifted to sleep, leaning against the wall.

She was floating over the battlefield. A very gorgeous woman stood next to a man with burning blood eyes. His face was shadowed over. The woman had classic length long shiny black hair that was curled at the ends, Flying around her crazily. She cackled as she shot another Killing Curse with her hand to her left.

The dark goddess of a woman laughed as she looked at the slain bodies. The man next to her wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer and tilted her head up with a familiar long finger...

Sirius poked her in the side and she woke up with a vengeance. She glared at him with a slitted Jewel green blue eyes and she growled at him.

" What the hell do you want? " she hissed, angrily. Sirius jumped and reared back. The grey eyes man cleared his throat. Riddle watched the interaction in amusement.

" She said 'What the hell do you want?' " Riddle clarified. Amara turned on her soon to be teacher and glared.

" And why the hell doesn't he know what I said? " Amara demanded. Mr. Fortescue came with the ice cream, briefly postponing the conversation and Riddle began eating as he continued to read his large tome.

" You were speaking in Parseltongue. I speak it since I'm the heir apparent. You're the second Heir... Heirless of Salazar Slytherin. I don't know how but you are, " Riddle clarified before wincing slightly. Amara's eyes widened in shock and she disregarded the slight tick that Riddle had just displayed.

" That's why I remember you! You... were the man who got me from the house when I was little. You came with that big hairy man. Hagrid, I believe. I said my first Parseltongue word after you said it, " Amara said. Riddle raised an eyebrow and smirked and shoveled more ice cream into his mouth.

"Glad to know that I am such a role model children, Miss. Potter, " Riddle said. Amara gave an amused look.

"I'm sorry that you got that misconception, Professor. "