Unce upon a time there was a young healer who made all the wrong choices, choices that would ultimately cost her. To say the dark side had drawn her in was an understatement she had fallen for the poster boy of evil and she had loved him all the way. Now at the age of 15 her daughter is going to have to pay for the mistakes of her Mother, but history is banging at her door as the darkness tries to take her too.

'Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it'

NOW-

"Mom! I'm home!" I yelled into the foyer of my house, as I flooed in from school. Not surprised to see a mess of papers and books scattered around, my Mother, Annabel, had a manic personality; if something rubbed her the wrong way, she would lash out destroying anything coming into her wrath. I had seen it happen more than once in my 15 years of life. "MOM!" I yelled one more time, what was surprising was that my Mom hadn't come running into my arms like she had every time I came home from Ilvermorny. I dropped the bag in my arm onto the debris covered floor and started to hunt through the house. Everything was misplaced along the path I followed, and nerves began to run cold in my veins, she had never trashed the place this bad. As I got to the landing on the top of the stairs I heard a groan and stopped dead in my tracks. "Mom?" I more whimpered than shouted, something was definitely not right.

A pile of papers were moving like it was breathing, and it let out another groan. My stomach sunk even further as I realized I had left my wand in my bag downstairs. "Hello?" I muttered, I had seen enough muggle movies to know that the serial killer usually doesn't answer back. A thick arm was hanging out from under the papers and instantly I knew the mark on his arm, all of us knew what it was, the snake was still wiggling moving along the mouth of the skull.

"Shit, shit!" I started muttering to myself and before I knew what was happening I was running, my converse making a squeaking sound as I ran down the stairs trying to get back to my bag.

"Addison!" A voice I'd never heard before almost hissed from the top of the stairs behind me causing goosebumps to form down my arm, thinking about it now I wasn't sure if it was said in my head or in my mind.

"MOM!" I yelled one more time in vain; I let out a shriek as I saw a man in wizard robes standing beside the fireplace I had flooed to only minutes ago, holding my bag.

"Come now," his purple robes were a contrast to his long white beard that had to hang down to his belly button and his thin face with half moon glasses resting on the end of his almost elf like nose. The groans from behind me were getting louder as the man held out a hand, "Now Addison, there isn't much time," against my better judgment I reached out and grabbed the old man's hand, after all what was I going to do? He had my wand.

THEN-

"Another boring day," I huffed sitting down beside Johanna, a witch I had been friends with most of my life, we were even in Ravenclaw together at Hogwarts.

"When you're a healer isn't a boring day a good thing?" she didn't move her feet off the top of my desk a smirk spreading across her freckled face. She was right of course, it meant that nothing bad had happened today, besides a break out of Dragon pox and a random explosion earlier in the morning we had mostly kept to walking around and trying to look busy.

"Well I'd like a little more excitement," I laughed putting my feet up as well.

"Excuse me?" a knock was heard on the doorway of my office and a pair of eyes I would never be able to forget met mine before I could sit up straight, with my feet on the ground.

"Yes?" I replied feeling my cheeks heat up at the dark haired man in the doorway, leaving my legs up hoping he just wouldn't notice.

"I was wondering if you could tell me what room Narcissa Malfoy was in," he was older than me, at least 10 years, but the crystal clear blue of his eyes convinced me that it didn't matter.

"I'll show you," Jo stood up and fixed her robes.

"Actually I was hoping to have a quick conversation with you, you are her attending nurse? Correct ?" he didn't even look towards Jo as she spoke; adjusting his all black suit.

"Yeah, right," I agreed with him making myself look even more like an idiot as I finally stood up my body screaming at being back on my feet again. When I got to the doorway he held his arm out to me expecting me to wrap around it like you would walking a child...of course I did.

"Well Ms. Parker," he began and I looked up at him and swore that I had never seen clearer blue than his eyes, not in the sky or the ocean.

"Please, it's Annabel," he was leading me towards her room, like he already knew where she was, hadn't he wanted my help finding her? "Mr.?" I questioned not knowing his name, had he said it earlier?

"Riddle, my name is Tom Riddle,"

AN: Okay This is a random idea I had come to me, I have read a lot of the 'Daughter' of Voldemort but not to many that show the Mother and him falling in love.
Let me know what you think about the idea!
P.S- In case you don't get the NOW vs. THEN format, then is her mother's story Now is her! (is there any easier way to format this?)

Also I own nothing Harry Potter!