About The Goddess of Love and Wisdom Fan Fiction: This FF tells about a girl with a troubled past of toture and misery face her new and maybe better or worse, life. It tells about her challenges she is forced to face, while discoverung infromation she has never known about her family. And let's not forget, every teenager needs a little romance, right?

Hello!! Once again it is me, Shirel, with another FF!!
This is going to be my 3rd fan fiction (and hopefully not my last! ).
I am taking this ff on a totally diffrent plot/idea than my other ones. It is taking place in their (you'll find out soon enough who) seventh year. Any questions about Dumbledore being alive or not will be answered in the following chapters.

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to J.K.Rowling apart from a few chracters that I made up.

Have fun reading & enjoy!



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The Goddess of Love and Wisdom - Sa13+

Chapter One:

It was a warm summers evening with a slight breeze blowing. The leaves were rustling and there was a strange quiet but, it was a peaceful night with no sudden attacks. A bright moon shone, illuminating a long, dark alley.

Heavy footsteps were heard, moving along the alley and a dark cloak swept the floor. The owner of the cloak was walking silently, holding a wand in his right arm. In his left arm he was holding a bundle of blankets. The man kept his head up and his ears and eyes pricked for any sudden movement that will lead to an attack.

It was a long dark alley. On the sides of it were rows and rows of thick, tall trees, shielding him from what was beyond the alley. The man came to the end of the alley and stood in front of an aged mansion. All along the walls of it were covered with vines that you could barely see the faded peach paint that was once painted. The gate stood ajar covered in spider webs and insects.

The man stepped through the gate and walked along the old path, making his way through the jungle of plants. He placed one long silvery finger on one of the plants and in a flash they disappeared into thin air, leaving a pile of dust and leaves at both sides of the path.

The man walked along the rest of the path, his long cloak making swooshing noises as he swept over the brown leaves. At the end of the path, he stopped in front of a great oak door, covered in just about everything. Even a trail of blood was shone brightly because of the moonlight. In the center of the door a large green snake was carved into it with the letter 'S' carved in circling the dead snake.

The man nodded his head, apparently satisfied before knocking on the old door. Moments later the door creaked open revealing a short, chubby woman, wearing old ragged clothes that were badly ripped in several places. Her white hair was sticking up like straw and she smelled like she hadn't taken a shower in ages. Her face was covered in horrible purple spots and her great blue eyes were almost hanging out of there sockets; she was most definitely not a beauty.

She stepped aside and invited the man in. Her face tuned paler with every step the man took. She was shivering and shaking with fear. After the man had entered the house, the door swung shut making loud creaking noises.

The man clicked his fingers and with one fast movement the old lady hurried to light the candles to lighten the room a bit. Once the room was lit you could make out the old dusted furniture. On one side of the room stood a piano split right down the middle of it. As if someone had took a sword and slashed right through it. There were blood marks on half of the keys and wood which left evidence of an attack that had recently occurred.

In the center of the room there were two old ripped couches; the cushion was hanging out of a big hole in it and in those, too, were marks of blood. Apart for a few pictures on the walls, and some cracked china, everything was covered in blood and cobwebs.

"Do you have it?" the man asked in an uninviting, cold, voice.

The old woman cowered over by the front door but nodded and disappeared behind a side door.

While the man waited for her to return, he placed the bundle that was in his arms onto one of the broken couches and removed the blankets, revealing the head of a sleeping baby girl.

Moments later the woman returned holding a small jewelry box in her hand. She handed it to the man's outstretched hand.

The man snatched it from her hands and opened the box with trembling fingers.

"At last!" he said. His eyes had a mad red glint in them the moment he opened the box. There was a kind of hungry look in them.

The old woman watched every move of his with great fear.

The man closed the box and placed it carefully in his side pocket before returning his attention to the sleeping baby. He picked her up and handed her to the old lady.

"I trust you, Serena," the man whispered to her. "She will be named Aphrothena. Those were her mother's last words to me."

The woman nodded shakily taking the baby from his hands and with that the man was gone with just a swish of his cloak. Please comment!
-*~ Shirel ~*-

This sounds really good Shirel! Well done!!

I wonder who Aprothena is and who her mother was. The setting sounds like the Gaunts house.

*Sabrina says post more now!* and I agree!!!

Jemmz
xxx

Chick I loved It!!
You know Im a big fan of your work!

PAMS Soon!!!

Wow Shirel, this is really good!! I'm really glad that it is up!! Can't wait for more, and cant wait to find out who that guy is... the rest of it all seems so dark, cept for that

I really really like it

PAMS

Jenn

Great beginning Shirel!! I love it, and I think i know who the guy is, and I'm guessing that was his daughter. PAMS I need questions answered already!!!

Thank you!
I imagined the house sort of like the gaunts becasue it's spooky and dirty and all that. It gave me the chills when I wrote it.
I'm posting more right now and you will find out a little about her mother. Her mother is a mystery that you will find out more and more about her as I go along. Thanks againfor reading!

Thanks Becca!! I'm so glad you came to read it. I am posting the next chapter right now!

Thank you! It's so nice that you guys came to read this one! *blushes* I hope I don't dissapoint you. I am posting now!

Thank for reading, Jenn!! The guy is someone you know from the books. I was going to give you hints but I don't want to spoil it. Yes, the house is really creepy and dark fill with alll these monsters!!!!!!! I hope I don't give you nightmares!

Thank you for reading khristina!! Great guess!! You'll find out in the next chapter if of you're right or wrong! I am posting and then all your questions will be answered!

Ok, I am posting!!!!!
-*~ Shirel ~*-

Okay here is the next chapter. It will sound sort of like one of those fairy tales, that's why I think it's kind of cute...
Tell me if the font or the size is too small and I will gladly make it bigger. Don't worry, I have a really high number in glasses and sometimes it's even hard for me to see.
Enjoy!!!

Chapter Two:

My name is Aphrothena. I am the only child of Athena and Tom Riddle. I am sixteen years old and I often wonder when my life will finally end. As I watch each day pass, I look out my attic window and imagine my mother skipping down the lane, wearing a summery yellow dress and holding a basket of pink and yellow roses.

Soon I will hear Serena's angry voice yelling at me to come down the stairs because there is dirt on the floor or she spilled her beans, again. And then maybe, if I'm lucky, she'll order me to scrub the floors and starve me for a whole day. But that is only meals and scrubbing. Last week she had me scrubbing her smelly clothing and cutting her toenails and for dinner she made toenail soup. Believe me or not, but that's basically been my life ever since I can remember.

I don't know much about my past or how I came to be in the hands of this (forgive me for calling her, but that's what she really is) old witch. All I know is that my mother, Athena, died shortly after my birth and her one request was that I would be called Aphrothena. I always loved my name. It makes me feel special. I know that even though I never met my mother I still have a piece of her inside me.

My father on the other hand makes me feel ashamed. I do not know if I like him or not but I know that I will never love him. My father is head of a group called the 'Death Eaters.' I don't want to say much about it but what I will say that this shack is Headquarters for the Death Eaters. People in black cloaks and masks venture in during the day and my job is to supply them with food, clean their clothes or get tortured by them when they're angry, which is very often.

I have been asked once by a stranger I had met by the stream one day during washing the laundry, what were my dreams. I didn't know what to say because I hardly knew what a dream meant. He tolled me a dream was wishing something I didn't have, that would make me happier, come true. I thought for a moment and replied to him that I didn't have a dream. He smiled sadly at me and walked away.

All I had ever known was torture, order, command, and discipline. All the same right? I lived all my life thinking and doing but never wishing or hoping. I once saw a sign in a village that was written on it 'Happily Ever After'. I had no idea what that meant. I wondered if that was what the stranger had been referring to.

I picked up a piece of broken glass that Serena had thrown at me last night and looked at my reflection. My nose still hadn't healed since Serena broke it because I sneezed on her freshly manicured fingers by accident. Last time she broke it, it took almost a year to heal.

I hear Serena's shaky, icy voice, call me two floors down. It was a wonder that for such an old lady she had such a strong voice.

I ran as fast as my bare legs would carry me. If I wasn't down quick enough, she would loose her patience and torture me.

I entered the large kitchen and saw her standing by the soup pot adding some empty eggshells. My stomach did a flip. We would be having eggshell soup tonight.

I made sure I was at least six feet away from her since she smelled so bad. She smelled like rotten peas and I hated peas.

When she heard me walk in she through the last eggshell in the soup pot and turned towards me while the wooden spoon magically stirred the ingredients.

"What have you been doing, silly girl?" she asked glaring at me. Her electric blue eyes were bulging out of their sockets as she searched my face. She was looking for an excuse to torture me.

"I have been polishing your vases like you ordered, madam," I replied, keeping a strait face.

She came over and sniffed my face. Her rotten pea smell was making me want to barf. That was her way of telling if I was telling the truth or not. I stood strait and waited impatiently until the sniffing test was over and I could breathe fresh air again.

"Good. Now go to bed. You better be up by sunrise tomorrow and no later!" she commanded. She slapped me across the face and pushed me out of the kitchen.

I walked up the stairs to my attic with no Dinner. But that wasn't what was bothering me. I wasn't hungry anyway. I was more nervous for tomorrow.
Please tell me what you think!
-*~ Shirel ~*-

I Was Right!!!! hehe, I love being right, okay I'm good. I feel soo sorry for Aphrothena, they really should be nicer to her. Uhh what's happening tomorrow, no more questions left unanswered, PAMS Shirel, I need answers, lol.

well done that story is so good,

yay!! new fan-fiction!

love it shirrel!
keep the posting coming.
<3
kals

Wow! You're really good at this.

Love it!

I agree! Aphrpthena is such a sweet girl!! She deserves a happy life! But don't worry, in the next chapter you will see way more torture and find out more about her personality. Answers are coming!
Thanks for reading Khristina!!

Thanks for reading Becca!! I wrote the next chapter last night so you will find out soon enough!! btw it's a realllllly long one!

Hey Louise! I'm glad you found it! Thanks for reading! New post coming soon!

Hey Kals!! Long time no see!
Thanks for coming by to read it! New and long post coming realllly soon!

Why, Hello to you! I thank you very much for reading my ff!! Do you mind if you tell me your name? You don't have to, only if you want to.
Thanks again!!

New post coming in a couple of minutes!
-*~ Shirel ~*-

Hey everyone!! As promised, new post!
btw, I wont be near a computer for a bout a week, so untill then!
Enjoy!

Chapter Three:

The next morning Serena woke me up. I opened my eyes and saw her bending over me, yelling at me to get up. She gripped my arm and pulled me up from my broken mattress. She through me across the floor and I bashed into the wall. My head banged right into it. I let out a yelp and passed out.

"Get up! GET UP!"

I opened my eyes slowly and saw the room spinning around me. Slap! I had just gotten slapped across the face. After a few seconds of her yelling, my vision slowly returned. I got up quickly on my feet before she would do something worse.

"I'm coming!" I yelled back at her.

A mistake; she rapped her hand around my throat and pressed.

"DON'T YOU EVER SCREAM AT ME YOU LITTLE RAT!"

I was gasping for air. I bit strait into her finger. She screamed and released her arm. I took the chance to escape but before I even reached the steps she grabbed the collar of my ripped rags.

"IS THIS HOW YOU THINK THE CHILD OF THE DARK LORD BEHAVES?" she yelled at me. She pulled out a rolling pin from her pocket and smashed it on my head. I cried out in pain and felt blood pouring out of my head down my red hair. With the last strength I had, I kicked her right in the stomach and ran for my life. My vision was getting blurrier. I knew my life was finally coming to an end but I kept on running.

I got to the bottom landing and thrust the door open. There were several Death Eater's coming up the path. When they saw me, they took out their wands and pointed them at me. I felt the pain I got when they were really angry. It was pain beyond pain. I felt knives cutting through my very flesh. I screamed and yelled in pain. Then as quick as it had started, it was gone. I fell to the ground and lay there. I felt two rough hands grab me and lift me up. He shaked me up and down. My vision was returning but I felt blood all over me and I was in so much pain. I heard from far away, one of them saying they were going to see if Serena was okay.

"We're going now," one of the death Eaters said to me in harsh voice.

I kept my eyes closed and let myself be whirled into the mist, in the arms of the Death Eater. I hoped I was dying but when I opened my eyes I saw we were standing in front of a beautiful mansion.

The Death Eater dragged me up the path and to the door. The door magically opened and he pulled me in. We walked up several flights of stairs (he didn't care if I was in pain to walk, he just dragged me) and stooped in front of a big room full of people. He let go of me and I fell to the floor. I felt all eyes upon me. I looked up and looked around the room.

Everyone was starring at me, disgusted at the way I looked. There was one woman with long curly black hair, grinning evilly at me, and there were a lot of blond witches and wizards. I saw only one boy of about my age. Everyone else was older.

A blond woman that looked like the boys mother stood up and walked over to me.

"Stand up, girl!" she ordered.

I didn't move. I was in to much pain. She kicked me in my ribs. That made me angry. I took my hand and scratched her leg with my long nails. The woman jumped back and took out her wand.

"You need to learn some discipline if you're going to be hanging around with my son!" she yelled at me. She pointed her wand straight at me. "Imperio!"

Immediately I felt myself being controlled. My body rose, against my will, and painfully walked after the blond lady. From the corner of my eye, I saw a man follow. She led me into a nearby room and closed the door after the man had entered. Seconds later I felt my body back in my control, the pain was ceasing a little.

The man walked over to me and gave me a look of disgust. He picked me up as if I were nothing but a piece of parchment and sat me on a table.

I tried to remain seated but I was in to much pain and not to mention how angry I was for them treating me like this. If I were in a better state I would've beaten them by now. I sank onto the table and lay there.

"What do you want with me?" I asked angrily.

The man smiled evilly at me, sending a chill up my spine.

"It's what the Dark Lord wants with you," he said and I knew he was referring to my father. "As of Tomorrow you will be going to Hogwarts of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Dark Lord thinks it is time for you to serve him and become a Death Eater. Your job will be to capture Harry Potter and hand him over to the Dark Lord. He thinks you are capable of doing so. I hope you will not let him down because if you do, I am sure you know very well what happens." He went on. "You will be under the watchful eye of my son and will do exactly what he tells you to do. While you are at school you will get a false name and be warned, no one must know who you are!"

I was only half listening to what he was saying. I didn’t feel excited or scared. That was me. I did what I was told. But I couldn't help feeling a little happy that I was getting rid of the old witch. She would be the food to the rats and the spiders. I laughed a little.

"Do you think this is funny?" the man barked at me.

"Do you really think I will obey an old man like you?" I answered with a grin.

The man and the woman gave me a murderous look. The man grabbed my shoulders and shook me angrily.

"This is not a game!" he yelled at me, coldly.

I took that chance and punched him straight in the face. The woman gasped and the man screamed. Blood came pouring out of his nose.

"You deserved it!" I yelled at him.

The door sprang open and a couple of Death Eaters came running into the room, all with there wands out. I saw the blond boy amongst them and he sure didn't look to happy at the sight of the man that looked like he would be his father.

I felt someone grab my hands and hold them behind my back. I struggled against him but a couple more Death Eaters joined until I couldn't move.

"Let go of me!" I yelled at them, trying to bite one mans finger that was on my neck. They binded me with ropes and carried me out of the room.

Minutes later they carried me into a small room with white walls, a mattress lying on the floor on one side of the room and on the other side I saw a large trunk with a pile of books and robes next to it. They tied me to a metal piece in the wall so that I could only move my eyes and mouth.

I tried to break free but it was no use. I was binded to tightly. They all left, warning me that if I tried anything, they wouldn’t be afraid to curse me.

I sat there, swearing angrily and trying to bite the ropes when I heard someone come in. I moved my eyes a little and saw it was the boy.

"What do you want?" I asked him coldly.

"I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy," he greeted. His hands were in his pockets and he sat on the floor across from me.

I made a noise. I had heard about the Malfoy's.

"You're a Malfoy," I replied in the same tone of coldness.

"Yeah I am," he replied.

I scanned my eyes around him and noticed that he had grey eyes and pale skin. He was rather thin and reminded me of a grey cat that the old lady had kept as a pet. I scowled at him.

"Look," he began. "I see you're not going to get along with me but since were going to be working together-"

"Wait just right there!" I cut him off, sharply. "Don't think I'm working with a cat like you. Go find someone else to work with!"

I saw him raise his eyebrows and felt the erge to punch him. I tried loosening the ropes once more, but it was no use. I glared at him.

"Untie me this instant!" I ordered him.

"Why? So you could beat me up?" he asked calmly.

"Untie me!" I yelled.

He sat there and just looked at me.

"First answer a couple questions, then I will untie you," he answered.

I didn't answer him. I just wanted to run away from this place. For sixteen years I had been living in this old shack with the old lady and suddenly they bring me here and tell me I'm going to school! I hardly knew what school was. I knew some spells but that was it.

"What questions?" I finally answered.

"Tell me about yourself."

"What?" I asked confused.

"Tell me about yourself," he repeated.

I was surprised. What was to tell? I had done nothing exciting during my sixteen years of misery except more and more torture.

"I have nothing to tell," I said, giving up.

"Start with your name and parents," he answered. I noticed he was staring into my blue eyes.

"My name is Aphrothena," I said starting to lose my patience. "My mother died when I was born and my father is a mean, scum…" I said all the swear words I knew before I felt myself getting slapped in the face.

"Don't you ever!" Draco roared at me, anger written all over his pale face.

With one strong push I finally managed to get the ropes loose. I sprang up and jumped on him, punching every ounce of him I could reach. He struggled to get me off and finally he turned me over and held my wrists to the ground. His face was hovering inches above me, trying to catch his breath. I could see a large brose forming right next to his left eye.

"Take an easy," he said to me. I could feel his hot breath on my face.

"How could I when my own father is out there murdering innocent people?" I asked him angrily.

Please comment. Oh, and if you see any mistakes please tell me and I will correct them.
-*~ Shirel ~*-