Anastasia Riddle was born into the world of upper-class purebloods. Being the daughter of the one and only Dark Lord himself, Anastasia finds herself pressured by the high expectations that her mother and father had set for her.
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The Dark Lord
It was ten-thirty in the morning, and Anastasia still wasn't up. It was getting ridiculous. Finally, at eleven o'clock, I heard feet coming down the staircase. I was about to go and yell at her then and there, but I decided to not yell at her before she ate.
I was a very thoughtful parent.
I peeked at her from the corridor. She was sitting at her usual seat in the dining room eating. After I watched her for a while, I decided to go in and chat with her about not answering letters.
When I opened the doors, she whipped her head around, looking frightened.
"Think it would've been someone else?" I said.
"No." She said dryly.
I sat down at the head of the table as usual and stared at her.
I had nothing better to do.
"What are you looking at?" She said.
It was now my time to shine.
"A daughter who does not listen when she is told to do something," I said, looking her in the eye.
"Well, you are clearly looking at the wrong person." She said.
"No, I am not."
"Yes, you are because I am perfect and I never do anything wrong." She said, cooly.
"Really?" I said.
"It's not like that's breaking news." She said.
"Well, you could be perfect if you had done what I told you to do in the letter," I said sternly.
"You had no right to even send that letter to me!" She said, standing from her seat.
"Don't you dare raise your voice at me," I said.
"What are you going to do about it?" She laughed.
I had no response for that. She was correct. There was nothing I could do about it if I ever wanted her to like me.
She had no respect for me, so I didn't matter when it came to any form of obedience or discipline.
I remained silent, still staring at her.
"You are no parent to me."
That would have stung if I cared a little more.
"And for to think that you even had a chance to be somewhat like a parent." She said, shaking her head.
"Whether you like it or not, I am your parent," I said sternly.
She raised her eyebrows at me in a mocking way that I did not appreciate.
"Whether you like it or not, you can not change that my name is on your birth certificate from the Ministry," I said, this time in an even more stern tone.
