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She took it from him and started pacing as she read the inside of it. “DAMMIT!” she stomped her foot, making his desk shake. She handed it back to him and continued pacing.
“Ya, I know how you feel.” He said, he did not raise his wand again, but watched her close.
“Why should I trust you?” he suddenly burst out. “I don’t know if you’re really trying to help me.”
She stopped pacing and looked deep in his eyes with a truth so strong it chased any doubt out of his mind. “Please, you must believe me; I would never try to help the dark lord.”
“dark lord?” only his supporters call him that.” he wanted to believe her, but that was unnerving to hear.
She sighed again, “I guess it’s time to tell you my name.” she sat back down on the bed and he sat on a chair next to his window.
“My name is Layla Olisivone, I took my mothers last name, but it would have been Layla Riddle. Lord Voldemort is my father.”
At this shock Harry stood up and backed up against the wall. “but, you said Voldemort killed your parents.”
“He was not Voldemort when he was my dad, then he was tom, but when my mother tried to stop him from doing what he wanted, he killed her, that night my dad died and Voldemort really came out.”
“I’m sorry Harry.” She watched him walk back over to the chair and sit down. “I hope you can trust me soon.”
“If I thought you were my enemy I wouldn’t just be sitting next to you.” he thought a moment, “just give me some time, To get use to working along side my enemy’s daughter.”
She smiled, “I can do that. but soon we will need to talk again.” Then she stood up.
“When?” he asked.
“soon.” She gave him a smile and snapped her finger, disappearing. She had gone, she wasn’t invisible, he could tell.
He flopped backwards onto his bed; it was just then that he realized that through that whole encounter, he had only been wearing his shorts.
He rolled over and blushed into his pillow.