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She could hear it... The rain.
Sitting on a chair in her balcony was... Ophelia Grimhollow, the richest and most influential person in the entire world... Sipping on her cup, she watched the streets of the city with a look of boredom... It was raining, but, the inside of her building was, definitely less interesting than the streets of New York, and, well, if even that was boring... She could risk getting sick, because, well, every sickness has a cure, mainly for people with money, but, dying of boredom, sadly, didn't. So, she just let it, the small droplets of water touch her face, hair, body... But, even getting wet wasn't enough to wipe away the boredom.
You see, Ophelia, didn't have the best of lifes... Her parents, Rose and Jack, had, indeed, only planned for one son, and, when she came along... Well, atleast they didn't abuse her, just... Pretended she didn't exist. Her little brother, James - who was, indeed, older than her, however, as she was taller, calling him "little brother" just sticked - was the only person on her family of which she talked, alot... After all, besides being her brother, he was her only friend. Ophelia was kind of an... Social outcast, her whole life, and, she never planned to get friends, and, accidentaly becoming rich didn't help in that matter... Thankfully, James wasn't the only person in her family that she liked, because, even before him, there would be her aunt.
Aurora Grimhollow... According to her own parents, in one of the rare few talks she had with them, the old lady was present even in her birth... And, gifted her a necklace... Which, was, very simple, consisting of a steel chain, and, on the center, a pitch-black prism-like stone, with a strange symbol etched into it... Well, not that Ophelia would know what the necklace meant, since, her aunt was great at changing subject whenever she mentioned it, and, well, she couldn't mention it any longer as, Aurora Grimhollow, passed away when Ophelia was 16... However! The past is the past, and now, ins't the time to talk about it... We have a very interesting present to see.
Ophelia, while sipping on her cup, being extremely wet by the rain - which was stronger by now - saw... Something that catched her attention... A speck of red light, floating, centimeters away from her balcony... Being bored, and curious, she got up, and walked to the edge of the balcony, trying to touch the thing... And, well, something happened... She slipped... And, for some goddamn reason, the fences on the balcony snapped when her body fell onto it, so, now, she was falling in mid-air.
But... She wasn't scared.
Ophelia never once was scared of dying, in her entire life.
So... While falling, she just closed her eyes... And holded something... Her necklace, the only memory she had left off her aunt... Well, atleast, now, she would get reunited with the old lady... Then, she just waited for the impact, for the pain.
But... Those never came.
...
The sound of chanting made her eyes open.
She looked around, confused... And, she could see people, with dark cloaks and masks around her... And, when she looked up, she saw a black-haired man, holding her in his arms... She felt-... No, she was small... The man stared at her, his eyes were red - not like when you cry, his pupils were red - and, then, he just smiled, proudly, and lifted her for the world to see.
"My companions! This, this is proof! Magic herself has blessed us, and me, with this sign! This child, my heir! The heir of Lord Voldemort!"
... The only thoughts that ran in her mind were "Well, fuck".
You see, no matter how disinterested in life was Ophelia, there were two things that could hold her attention... Reading, and music.
So, of course she read the entire Harry Potter series... Damnit, she even watched the goddamn movies!
So, hearing those things, made her whole mind collapse... However, there was... Just... One small thing.
This little detail, that her ears picked up.
The lack of "ess" on the whole "Heir" part.
... So, not even in her next life she was free from that small little detail.
"His name shall be... Gregory Riddle! And, let this be known amongst you! This, is my son, made from my flesh, my blood, my magic... Any threats to my heir, will be seen as threats to me... Understood?"
She saw as the masked men around him shook their heads, in fear... And, for god's sake, not even on her second life her given name was good! ... This was going to be terrible.
...
After that whole ordeal, Ophelia's new life was... Less interesting than she originally thought.
Of course, she knew that her... Father, Tom Riddle, would die eventually by the hands of small baby Harry Potter... She thought, at least, since, it had been a really long time since she read the books, so, she only remembered stuff on surface level.
So, after that, days passed... Those days become months, and then, a year.
A year of Ophelia's life... Her father was, a very paranoid man, so, she rarely saw people outside of the inner-circle of the Death Eaters... She would mostly only have contact with the Malfoys, since, Narcissa had small Draco, and, she needed something to pass her time... So, she just, using her baby charm, slightly nudged her father, very slowly, to the idea of letting the girl stay with the Malfoys... And, she succeeded!
However... Halloween of '81 came, and, that date she remembered.
But... She was a baby, so, she uselessly watched the man who her new self was created from - which, she meant literally, since, based on what she heard, she didn't have any mother, she was created through a magic ritual or something like that - walking confidently... To his own death.
And, his death came... Of course, not entirely, she remembered the Horcruxes.
But, besides his death... There was another problem.
Ophelia was the daughter of Voldemort, and that, was a heavily guarded secret amongst the Inner Circle of the Death Eaters... But, with the Dark Lord gone, what would they do with the kid?
Well, some jerk had the stupid decision of leaving her with Persephone Bolston, a pureblood widow who was, in many ways, a "prisoner" of the Death Eaters... And, someone, who greatly hated Voldemort, his cult, and, obviously, his daughter that she would have to take care of, since, if she didn't, or said who the little lady was... A curse placed by the same jerk that gave her the child would kill her.
Well, atleast Ophelia would get some fresh air... She really needed some, and, fresh hair should help her with thinking of a better name than... Gregory, which shouldn't be so hard.