I father knew that once i was born he would brand me with the dark mark. my mother was against it all the way concidering she didn't wan't me to be tainted like so many others that joined my father in his cause. My name is Malak Marvolo Riddle. As you have guessed my father is Voldermort. I don't exactly hate my father. Then again i don't really like him either. He is a good dad when he wants to be. My mother and my dad met at hogwarts in their seventh year and had ***. then about nine months later i popped out. My mother was happy and sad that she had me. Though i never really knew why. Until she told me my father was Voldermort. When i was ten i heard that my father was back from the dead. I wasn't really that excited. Not until he came to our house and welcomed me into his arms. I saw that he could actually love. When he got back to our house it was christmas eve. my mother had allready gotten presants but my my dad gave me something that i had not expected. A wand. He said that the finnest crafstmen in the world made it. I looked over for a second and gave him a hug knowing what it was for. I didn't care. it was a gift from my father. i will cherish it as long as i live.


next morning



"Malak a letter arived for you!" I got up out of bed supprised that someone acctually wrote to me. It was a letter from hogwarts school of wicth craft and wizardry. "Hey dad! Whats hogwarts?" He came into the room and looked at the letter and gave me a smile. "You are going to hogwarts to learn magic."