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Living Dead Girl by Lily123Evans
Chapter 1 : Prologue
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AN: Hmm… this could be interesting… hope you like it! Sorry it’s so short! Longer chappy next time!

Hello. My name is Aldora Riddle. Before you judge me by my last name … give me a chance. Please! It’s all I ask… as I was saying, my name is Aldora Riddle. I am the daughter of Tom Riddle, more commonly known as Lord Voldemort. My mum was Elsa Black. She was murdered when I was only a baby because she tried to escape; to give me a chance to actually live. According to him it was, in his words “A pitiful attempt, and should I ever try anything of that idiotic nature, you will be disposed of.” Fortunately for me, he never got that there were things worse than death. If he ever had gotten that through his thick skull… well then. Let’s just say I’d be a lot worse off than I was back then. And that would be saying something. I never thought he would understand that, but just in case I decided to leave. This is the story of my escape. The story of how I became my father’s own worst enemy. The story of how I found love in the most unlikely of places. This is the story of me, the living dead girl.


It was the dead of night at the Malfoy Manor. Everything was silent and still, except for the dementors gliding eerily around the border of the mansion. Lord Voldemort was upstairs in a room, plotting his next attack. The Death Eaters had finished drinking, and were tangled in a drunken stupor among various places of the house. It would seem that everyone was asleep… then a pale figure crept down the marble staircase. It was a girl! The girl appeared to be about 17 years old and would be extremely beautiful, except all her features were sharp, the skin pulled taut as if she hadn’t eaten in a long time. There were bruise-like shadows under her eyes, and actual bruises climbed up her arms. Her name was Aldora Riddle. And whether her father liked it or not, she was a rebel. Tonight, if all went according to her plan, she would escape her prison. Silently, Aldora walked to the door and reached slowly for the doorknob. Her fingers were centimeters away… and… CRACK! Before she could touch the door knob, the doors were flung open with a bang. Aldora was flung against a wall. In the doorway was the Order of the Phoenix!

Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Bill and Fleur Weasley, the Weasley twins, and a whole load of other people who Aldora couldn’t identify. They stormed into the mansion and the whole place lit up with flashing lights as, one by one, Death Eaters began to wake up. Aldora leapt up and grabbed her wand out of her pocket. It was the only thing she could call her own, a gorgeous 13 ½ inch cherry wood with a core of dragon heart-string. She pointed her wand at the nearest Death Eater… Yaxley, she thought his name was, and shouted, “FURNUNCULUS!” Immediately, he began to break out in large, red boils. “Stupefy!” He keeled over backwards, hitting the ground with a sickening splat. The ground around her was now covered in oozy green stuff. “Scourgify,” she muttered, and the marble floor was glistening again.

A boy with unruly black hair and glasses passed her, “Nice one!” he said, nodding approvingly at Yaxley.

Aldora opened her mouth to thank him, but before she could he was gone. She ran around the corner and into the sitting room where Fenir Greyback was attacking Tonks. Aldora pointed her wand and blasted Greyback into the opposite wall. He fell back down, limp. She rushed to Tonks’ side, and asked, “You okay?” Tonks was bleeding in several places and her arm was laying at a funny angle.

“What do you think?” She replied sharply, grabbing at her arm.

“Err, right, sorry. This might sting a little… episky!” With a snap, and a small gasp from Tonks, her arm was put back into place. Aldora then conjured bandages and wrapped her injuries up with a flick of her wand. “That better?” She kept her eyes lowered, fearing Tonks might know who she was.

Tonks tested out her arm… “Much! Thanks. What’s your name again?”

Aldora tensed, but then she saw Tonks’ eyes were merely curious, not accusing. “Aldora.”

Tonks wrinkled her nose. “Funny name… though who am I to talk. LOOK OUT!” She whipped out her wand and stunned the Death Eater who was creeping up slowly behind Aldora.

“Thanks!” Aldora exclaimed, glancing down at the Death Eater, whom she quickly labeled as Amycus Carrow.

“Hey, you saved my life!” She glance at the slim gold watch at her wrist. “Anyway, we better get going. This was just a warning attack… I think everyone’s leaving.” Tonks got up and started walking briskly to the door, ignoring the flashes of light and flailing bodies. Aldora stayed where she was, a million thoughts buzzing through her head.

This is your chance! You can be free! Everyone who tries to help me will be in danger though… Run away from them then. Too risky… if he ever finds me… JUST GO!

Emerging from her reverie, Aldora headed after Tonks and to the door. Order members of all ages were flocking to the door, firing final shots over their shoulders. She was almost there... she was so close… “ALDORA!!!” Her father’s thundering voice rang from the top of the stairs. “Where do you think your going? With the filthy Mudbloods… Blood Traitors too? Going to give out all our secrets?” Aldora stood frozen. No one else was moving, they were all staring open mouthed at her. Then, in his scarily quiet voice, he said, “I’m going to kill you now. You are a disappointment…. just like your mother. AVADA KEDAV—“ Before he could finish, twenty some spells flew at him and knocked him down. Aldora was pulled along and out the door.

The fresh air was amazing! Nothing like she had ever imagined! She wanted to just stand there drinking it in. “Come on!” Another arm grabbed her and pulled her arm. After a while, the same voice said, “D’you know how to apparate?”

Aldora shook her head saying, “No… never learned. He wouldn’t let me get my license.” The voice grunted in response. No need to specify who he was.

“You can side-along with me. Grab my arm.” She put her fingers on the forearm that was put in front of her. She didn’t dare look up… the arm was muscular and as far as she knew, pretty handsome as far as arms went. Then, the world spun around her, and her feet were no longer touching the ground. Her insides felt like they were twisting up inside of her and her head felt light. And just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, her feet hit solid ground.

“Where are we?” Aldora asked tentatively… she looked up shyly. The man who had helped her was about two or three yeas older than her and had shaggy red hair. He was fairly tall, and his eyes were a chocolate brown.

“My house… mum’s home I think. She’s good with medi-spells and stuff. C’mon.” He began walking down the side of the hill which they had arrived on. When she hesitated, he said, “You comin?” Aldora nodded mutely and followed. What had she gotten her self into?

AN: So. What do you think? Does anyone know who the red head dude is? Any guesses? I love getting reviews. HINT HINT! :O)

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