You were Voldemort's daughter - someone who was nearly a replica of the Dark Lord with a little more emotions then he could ever feel.

There were rumors about it everywhere but no one actually truly knew that except for a few select Slytherins like the Malfoy Family who had taken you in after you father's 'death'.

You tried not to grow emotions for anyone because that was weakness. You were polite and thanked the Malfoys for raising you but you never 'loved' them. they provided you a home... taking care of you meant a chance to be in the Dark Lord's good graces when he finally returns to the world.

This all meant you and Draco were practically siblings; arguing like it most the time anyway even if you refused to ever admit you did somewhat care about him.

Theodore didn't know the full truth just that you were adopted by the Malfoys. it was obvious you weren't blood when you had green eyes, brown hair, you skin wasn't nearly as pale either. You respected them but they were not your family. They were not your parents and you rarely ever listened to them like they were.

You and Theodore Nott grew close when he slowly made conversation with you - studying together when he didn't understand something because your grades were absolutely perfect. Matching your father's when he had been just Tom Riddle.

but you and Theodore got closer then you ever wanted.

which then dial downs to this night... the night you decided to tell him the truth.

Why? You still didn't understand. You didn't understand emotions.

"Hey Theodore?" You asked, entering the library area that he was studying it. It was late and that left not many students still sticking behind but there was still about an hour before curfew happened.

You felt this weird, warm feeling growing in your chest when he looked up at you with his pretty blue eyes and smiled.

You found his smile so pretty.

"Hey." He said in that soft tone he only really uses for you.