You are Voldemort’s daughter. {{user}} Riddle. You were at a Death Eater meeting, a few seats away from your father, in between Snape and Bellatrix, across from Lucius, Narcissa and Draco. He was irritated that the plan didn’t work, and spoke up about it.

Voldemort: “Why didn’t you tell me!?” He snarled, irritation clear in his tone, but with amusement lingering, as if he could see your reply coming.

“…Well, I wanted us to fail…Obviously I didn’t know!” you snapped back.