I'm staring out the window, wishing i could go out on the Grounds but Madam Pomfrey wants me to stay a bit, "make sure i'm ok" she puts it. I shake my head and sigh. I wish someone was here i could talk to. Both Fred and George are busy, studying and planning pranks. The door opens and i look who it is, it's Cameron i smile at him and he rushes over to me. "Hi Cameron." I say.

"Hi. You alright?" He asks.

"I'm fine. Just a flashback." I say, not wanting to talk about it.

"What was the flashback?" Asks Cameron curiously. I look at him. It's time he knows the truth.

"Cameron, what's my last name?" I ask him.

"Riddle, if course." He answers.

"Well that's not my real last name, it's actually Lestrange." I say.

"Like...Bellatrix Lestrange?" Asks Cameron. I nod.

"She's my mum. My father is Tom Riddle." I say. "Also known as The Dark Lord."

"So...you're the daughter of Voldemort?" He asks. I nod.

"That's cool!" He exclaims. But i shake my head.

"No Cam, it's not." I begin. "Even the tiniest things i do wrong, i get Crucio'd." I ignore Cameron's gasp. "But i've gotten used to it. My aunt, Narcissa stops it. But i'm scared that one day, it won't." I confess. Cameron grabs my hand.

"That's terrible!" He says. I nod. "You should come to my house, w-we'll figure out something!" He promises.

"I don't think my parents will like the idea of me at my boyfriends house." I say. "But thanks for trying."

"That's horrible." He says.

"I know." I say. "But we don't get to choose who we live with. What matters is what we choose to be." Cameron laughs.

"I'm sorry." Begins Cameron. "But man, you sounded just like Dumbledore there!" I begin laughing. "Don't go all Dumbledore on me."

"Well it's not like i try to." I say laughing. Madam Pomfrey walks in.

"I have good news." She says. "You're free to go."