3472: The Darkest Light - Bree Riddle
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TITLE: The Darkest Light
PERPETRATOR: bree774
SUE-O-METER:
(awful)
COVER/BANNER ART: The writer's avatar appears to be an altered photo of a girl.
SUMMARY:”Being Tom Riddles daughter isn't easy. Especially when you're in on every detail of his plans. Join Bree Riddle and her friends as they help the Dark Lord come to power. Set in Marauders Era”
FULL NAME: Bree Riddle
SPECIES: She's Voldemort's daughter.
HAIR: n/a
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: She's in the same year as Severus and Regulus.
POSSESSIONS: n/a
CONNECTION TO CANON: In the first chapter she is sorted into Slytherin and she starts gossiping with Lucius and Bellatrix with ease. Nothing special happens for five whole chapters or 7,500 words.
ORIGIN: We have a very annoying parasite sue today.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Randomly entering the Harry Potter social structure for the sake of having your typical teenage gossip.
NOTES: The writer's two other stories include a twin of Harry Potter, and a daughter of the Lestrange family. There are also a Chloe Nott, Fern Weasley
SAMPLE:
"Bree Riddle."
A man named Albus Dumbledore called- and smiled at the nervous young girl as he placed an old, pointed hat on her head. Bree gasped as the hat began humming, deep in thought and then, it spoke.
"A brilliant mind- just like your fathers. Terrifying, but brilliant."
Bree's heart was racing wildly.
"Better be… SLYTHERIN!" The hat shouted, as the Slytherin table cheered proudly, welcoming their new housemate.
The small girl practically skipped to the table- a smiled plastered on her face. She had done it. She had been sorted into Slytherin, just like her dad had wished. Her father, Tom Marvolo Riddle, was currently in Albania- though, he wouldn't tell his daughter what he was doing there. Not yet.
Bree tore her gaze away from the sorting ceremony and locked eyes with a boy who had such blonde hair, that it was almost white. Bree blushed instantly. His piercing, blue-grey eyes locked with hers. He flashed her an attractive smile and ran a hand threw his white-blonde hair.
"Hi, I'm Malfoy; Lucius Malfoy."
"Bree Riddle. Nice to meet you." She answered shyly.
"Riddle? As in Tom Riddle?" The boy asked curiously.
"Yes, he's my father." Bree said proudly.
Bree's father was a very respected wizard in the pureblood community; some even wanted him to run for Minister of Magic- which Bree thought to be brilliant! Imagine the perks of being the Ministers daughter! But her dad told her had much better plans for the world than becoming the Minister for Magic.
"My father is a good friend of your fathers. They went to school together." Lucius said proudly.
"Oh, I didn't know. Dad never speaks of his friends to me." Bree said, sounding a little disappointed. It would have been nice to know her dad had a friend with a child around the same age as her.
TITLE: The Darkest Light
PERPETRATOR: bree774
SUE-O-METER:
(awful)
COVER/BANNER ART: The writer's avatar appears to be an altered photo of a girl.
SUMMARY:”Being Tom Riddles daughter isn't easy. Especially when you're in on every detail of his plans. Join Bree Riddle and her friends as they help the Dark Lord come to power. Set in Marauders Era”
FULL NAME: Bree Riddle
SPECIES: She's Voldemort's daughter.
HAIR: n/a
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: She's in the same year as Severus and Regulus.
POSSESSIONS: n/a
CONNECTION TO CANON: In the first chapter she is sorted into Slytherin and she starts gossiping with Lucius and Bellatrix with ease. Nothing special happens for five whole chapters or 7,500 words.
ORIGIN: We have a very annoying parasite sue today.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Randomly entering the Harry Potter social structure for the sake of having your typical teenage gossip.
NOTES: The writer's two other stories include a twin of Harry Potter, and a daughter of the Lestrange family. There are also a Chloe Nott, Fern Weasley
SAMPLE:
"Bree Riddle."
A man named Albus Dumbledore called- and smiled at the nervous young girl as he placed an old, pointed hat on her head. Bree gasped as the hat began humming, deep in thought and then, it spoke.
"A brilliant mind- just like your fathers. Terrifying, but brilliant."
Bree's heart was racing wildly.
"Better be… SLYTHERIN!" The hat shouted, as the Slytherin table cheered proudly, welcoming their new housemate.
The small girl practically skipped to the table- a smiled plastered on her face. She had done it. She had been sorted into Slytherin, just like her dad had wished. Her father, Tom Marvolo Riddle, was currently in Albania- though, he wouldn't tell his daughter what he was doing there. Not yet.
Bree tore her gaze away from the sorting ceremony and locked eyes with a boy who had such blonde hair, that it was almost white. Bree blushed instantly. His piercing, blue-grey eyes locked with hers. He flashed her an attractive smile and ran a hand threw his white-blonde hair.
"Hi, I'm Malfoy; Lucius Malfoy."
"Bree Riddle. Nice to meet you." She answered shyly.
"Riddle? As in Tom Riddle?" The boy asked curiously.
"Yes, he's my father." Bree said proudly.
Bree's father was a very respected wizard in the pureblood community; some even wanted him to run for Minister of Magic- which Bree thought to be brilliant! Imagine the perks of being the Ministers daughter! But her dad told her had much better plans for the world than becoming the Minister for Magic.
"My father is a good friend of your fathers. They went to school together." Lucius said proudly.
"Oh, I didn't know. Dad never speaks of his friends to me." Bree said, sounding a little disappointed. It would have been nice to know her dad had a friend with a child around the same age as her.