The Littlest Vampyre

I couldn't help, but smile to myself when the carriage was close enough that, I could see Riddle Manor looming over the horizon. No matter how horrifying it seemed to most people, it would always be home to me. I know I'm supposed to be able to call four Privite Drive my home, but ever since dad found me, and showed me a whole new way of living, I loved it. I still do too. Here, I am treated like royalty, and there, I'm treated like crap. I Can't honestly believe, anyone would call that ... that filthy excuse for a muggle hut, my home, when my dad can give me all this.

My musings were cut short as we stopped in front of Riddle Manor. I watch as Lucius called a few house elves to come take care of my stuff. I followed dad through the huge maple double doors, across the foyer, and into our throne room, where as always dad had all of his Death Eaters here to greet me. Dad was in his glorious state. His followers stood all around him, terrified of what he would do or say next if someone displeased him. I was not afraid. He is graceful with his head held high, back straight. I stood the same way and smiled to myself as Death Eaters practically fell to the feet before us. We walked through the path that the Death Eaters had made for us. Straight towards the large silver thrones.

One is larger than the other. The larger one is decorated with emeralds and diamonds. The smaller one was nearly half its' size, but it was still immaculate decorated in emeralds, and it was mine. Emeralds are my favorite stones, and father always told me that I looked beautiful perched upon my throne. The emeralds match my eye color, and makes them shine. As we passed, all the Death Eaters fell to their knees, and stayed their as I passed a few feet behind him. We leaned back into the soft silver cushions of our thrones, and looked down at the crowd of Death Eaters all looking up at us in a half circle.

As soon as father and I were situated they began the greeting ritual. They knelt down and kissed the hem of father’s long black robe. Then,
they turned to bow as low as they could to me. As always, I nodded to every one of them, when they went past just as I have always done since as far back as I could remember. Then, the meeting went as usual with people giving reports on any job father had given them, and Wormtail wrote it all down. I knew that I would have plenty of paper work to help my father with later.

I have always helped my dad with big decisions and paper work. Dad also tried to make sure that, I was present at as many meetings as possible, and that I got filled in on the ones I do end up missing. He says he is “Grooming me to be the next dark lord.” his words not mine. I love the power that he holds, and knew exactly what I would do with it, but sometimes, I wish he would just go ahead and give me the power and make Wormtail do all the crap I hate. Like paperwork for instance filing, and talking to some of the more annoying Death Eaters, but I suppose I should just be glad that dad trusts a ten year old with some of his decisions and paperwork.

A ten year old that will soon be turning eleven years old in just three days! I'm sure that a smile appeared on my face at this thought. I thought of my little surprise, dad is planning and made a mental note to myself to corner Severus later, and do anything in my power to get the answers I desire.

After the meeting, all the Death Eaters started milling about and speaking to one another as they always did. Most of them will probably be staying in the manor this week for my birthday. I smiled as I spotted Draco and the others working their way through the crowd to get up to me. Most of the adults moved out of the children's way very quickly. They knew who the snakelings were so adamantly trying to get to, and knew the consequence if they were stopped. Draco, Blaze, Crabbe jr., Goyal jr. Pansy, and Milicent finally made it out of the crowd, and up to my throne.

In moments, I was surrounded by hands patting me on the back, people hugging me, and warm welcome backs making their way to my ears. I just smiled and laughed at their enthusiastic greetings and inquiries about the Dursley’s treatment of me. It didn’t take long before Draco, their unofficial leader when I was away asked, “Have you killed those muggles yet?“ I smirked, they knew how much I hated my muggle “family”. “Not yet” I replied, “they’re a little more behaved since Father’s last visit.“ I rolled my eyes at this and we all laughed at that. They informed me about what’s been happening in their lives, and how excited they were for my birthday to come, and of course their own.

Except Draco, Millicent, and Crabbe who had already had their birthdays. They laughed and called the rest of us all babes. Which of course us
'babes' all glare at them. They decided not to poke fun at us anymore until at
least after my birthday. Our next topic was Hogwarts, and none of us could wait until our letters arrived at the first of August. Hogwarts would never know what hit it when we got there.