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.
During Beauxbatons t...
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~Narrator Point of View~
Anastasia immediately hopped out of bed and got dressed.
Was she going to become a Death Eater tonight?
Worries and Concerns overflowed in her brain.
Was her father going to make her get the mark?
No.
He couldn't.
He wouldn't.
Anastasia hoped that her father would not let her get the mark. She didn't want to have that on her forearm for the rest of her life.
She ran to her closet to get a pretty black dress that she figured would be appropriate.
She would much rather be overdressed than underdressed.
Aunt Charlotte had nailed that in her brain when she was four.
She slipped into the velvet dress and then put on some silver heels. She then quickly went to her bathroom, and with a flick of her wand, her hair was styled curly. Then, she whispered a spell that applied some makeup to her face. Once she was ready, she exited her dorm and started heading towards Madame Maxime's office.
She could only get out of Beauxbatons without someone knowing if she took the flew network in Madame Maxime's office. Every other chimney had magical enchantments that wouldn't let students use them.
Once she arrived at her office, she opened the door quietly. She peeked in and didn't see her, so she figured she was asleep by now. After all, it was almost ten o'clock now, which meant it was nearly nine o'clock in Wales. Anastasia quietly walked over to her desk and began writing her a little note.
Since Madame Maxime was a death eater, Anastasia could tell her where she was going instead of lying.
Once she finished her note to Madame Maxime, she walked over to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of flew powder. She stepped into the cold stone fireplace. She then muttered where she was to go.
"The Emerys Manor in Wales."
~The Dark Lord's Point of View~
I sat in my study, awaiting Anastasia's arrival.
It was nearly nine o'clock, and she still was not here. The Death Eaters were currently in the ballroom right now, awaiting Anastasia and I's arrival. Tonight was not going to be a meeting but a celebration of Anastasia joining the Death Eaters. It was quite the occasion. Especially for me, as I planned to train her for the rest of the year until she is ready to become second in command along with Reinhard.
Ever since Lucius had failed me, I needed someone to replace him, and who better to do it than my daughter.
