My name Karina Bella Riddle apparently that was the name my mother left for my Uncle when she died at my birth, Riddle was my father's apparent surname.

I am a witch, an almost pureblood apparently my mother was called Regina Malfoy, twin sister to Draco Malfoy's father, whom I have no idea what his first name is, I must always call him Uncle or Mr Malfoy the same with Draco's mother, -except I have to call her Auntie or Mrs Malfoy.

and today is the day that I finally turn Eleven.

'Happy Birthday to you happy birthday dear Draco and Kar Happy birthday to you yeah' oh yeah I forgot to mention that I share a birthday with my cousin.

' I am so happy today my amazing son gets to start his journey to becoming a great and respected wizard; and we finally get Kar out of our hair.' The name Kar used to be used as an endearment when I was younger, my aunt used to love me as her own child, until my fifth birthday when I started to outshine her son in magical talent (I had already read all of the standard books of spells and most of the other books that my Uncle would give me.) and on the Quidditch pitch I was an apparent natural, (according to one of my Uncle's friends,-Ithink he's called something Avery?) so now she kinda hates/envy's me because of Draco.

Swalby my owl swooped through the window and landed on my shoulder carrying two letter's and a parcel, dropping them into my lap she flew up to roost with my Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin's Owl's.

The letters were obviously from Hogwarts and the parcel came from an anonymous source, it had no name nothing except for my name, Karina Bella Riddle.

'Well what are waiting for, give your cousin his letter and parcel.' My Aunt glared at me.

'Draco, here's your letter but Auntie the parcel's for me.' I told her timidly after parsing my cousin his letter.

'Nonsense, give it here.' I passed my parcel to my Uncle instead of my aunt. I was lucky in some ways that my Uncle wasn't cruel, he gave me nice things and treated me with respect but he thought of me as a servant instead of his niece and made me work for my keep, for example for this birthday he gave me more than enough money to buy the things that I needed for school but still made me sweep the floor's and help the house elf Dobby. My only proper friend-I can't count my cousin.

'Blimey, you are right. Here you go.' He said passing the parcel back to me. 'go on open it, see what's inside.' I carefully opened the wrapping paper careful not to rip anything, a letter, a broomstick and a silvery cloak were revealed inside the parcel, no wander it was so long.

The letter read:

'My dear daughter, now that you have reached an age you should know who you father was, why he wasn't there for you and the family inheritance that is yours to keep.

Your father's name and my name was Tom Marvolo Riddle, descended straight down from Slitherin himself, (My Uncle gasped) but I was more famously known as Lord Voldemort.' I dropped the paper unable to finish reading my face as white as a sheet, in shock.

My Uncle who had been watching my face as I read the letter, picked it up and continued reading it allowed, as I had been doing:

'I am sorry that I was unable to be there whilst you were growing up due the slight problem of not having a body( I am using a "willing" muggle to write this for me)but I knew you were in capable hands with the Malfoy's, this cloak is an invisibility cloak that was Slitherin's, and is your inheritance, the broomstick I hope will start to make up for the missed birthday's, when we meet I will explain everything to you, but I am sure the snake's enjoy your company.

Love from your Father, Tom Riddle; I hate that name, so Lord Voldemort instead.'

My Uncle, Aunt, Cousin and Dobby, all stared at me, (Dobby had been serving, food).

'Well' my aunt finally said, 'you are full of surprises.' My uncle was pacing my Aunt was looking at him worried and my cousin had all but fallen off his chair with shock, I took my present's a ran upstairs' seeking the safety of my attic room. My father was an evil dude who was like the king of the dark art's, I never want to be like him, I've got to do it now, to prove them all wrong. I have 7 hours until I'm not allowed to do magic at home, I'm going to make them count by performing a relatively difficult spell, I'm going to become an animagus please excuse spelling tonight.