Author's notes: this is going to be an oneshot. It's just a dream that I had the other night and I want the images out of my head so I decided to write it down. I've changed it a bit in order to make it less nonsense and added some dialogue that wasn't in the dream originally, but it's still absurd. Blame my subconscious, not me!;)

Lots of thanks to Lee Mei and Shamalock, once again.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize. I'd like to, though.

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Ashwe woke up with a slight sensation of fury. Her white silk nightgown couldn't protect her from cold wind that she suddenly felt. She had tossed and turned until realized that it wasn't her own bed. She screamed in anger and fear when she discovered that her neat colorful cotton bed sheets had been replaced with cold and smothering black blanket and pillowcases. She was in a king-size bed in a dark room only lightened by a candle on a black desk nearby. She ran out of the bed, out of the horrifying chamber, only to find herself in another black room. This one was extremely large; she couldn't even see the ending as the corners and edges were hidden into darkness. She was standing on a staircase, not surprisingly a black one. The walls of the hall were mere stone from floor to ceiling, no pictures, no carpets covering the depressing dark nakedness. The large windows, 'decorated' with black scruffy curtains let in the pale and silvery moonlight, turning the auditorium into a snarl of gray light and dark threatening shadows. In the middle of the hall there was an elaborate construction of stairs and platforms situated on different levels. On the highest of them stood a dark figure.

"Welcome back to Hogwarts, Ashwe. Like what I've done to the place?"

"Voldemort!" She spat the name in disgust as if it was something repulsive. Which, as a matter-of-fact, it was.

"Good. I see at least you have no fear for my name. This will make things easier."

"I'm not afraid of you, it simply makes me sick just to look at you. And how the hell did you bring me here at this… place? And don't you try to convince me that this is the Hogwarts. You don't have enough power to take over anything Albus Dumbledore guards." She felt herself being lift up and gently levitated next to the creature not worth to be called a human. The invisible hands placed her down and she took several steps away from him, crossing her hands over her chest.

"Sad to disappoint you, but your dear Albus is dead, along with everyone else. That pathetic order of Dumbledore's, the students, everyone in the ministry who wasn't loyal to me- all of them! Yes, even your little brother." he said, knowing what the sudden intake of air meant, though the girl didn't fully understand the circumstance.

"He was extraordinary hard to break, though. But I managed to do so. Finally I have no distractions in my goal to become the ruler of the world!"

"I haven't got any siblings so don't try to scare me. I don't believe any of what you're saying. And even if it's true, there's still Harry Potter, he'll take you down for sure!"

"Poor girl, hasn't anyone told you? 'He' is your brother. You're Lily's first child, but not James'."

"ARE YOU COMPLETELY MENTAL? I know you're a self-delusional psycho, but even 'you' can't come up with something like that!" The girl's beautiful green eyes (from Lily's side, of course) flashed with anger and hatred. She was a strangely serene girl with long black hair and pale skin, both features undoubtedly coming from him.

The evil man grinned. "Exactly. She's your mother. Now, is it that bad? I know you have always wanted a family, the muggles who raised you weren't all that loving, were they?"

She cast a glance of uncertainty upon him. 'How does he know about that? And why did he bring me here in first place?'

"I know a lot about you. A lot more than you could imagine." He received another glance, this time full of uncontrolled fury.

"What the hell do you want from me? Why don't you kill me already, it would spare the time for both of us." She really wondered, what good would she be for him? She wasn't even a very important member of the OotP, she had never even fought the Death Eaters.

"First off, I just want you to hear me out. Then we'll see." She saw something in his eyes. Something like fear and pity mixed with guilt. Guilt? Pity? Was she nuts? 'This is Voldemort, girl, Voldemort! That means a cocky jerk with no heart and aparently with no brains.'

"Fine. Shoot it. But make it quick."

"How quick?"

"As quick as you can! Do you honestly think that I enjoy talking to 'you'?"

"I'm your father." Her jaw fell open.

"This has to be some kind of joke! Do you really think I'd fall for that one? I mean... you- a father? This world is cruel enough without that kind of relations."

"Why do you judge me before we even get properly acquainted? I can be as loving and tender as anybody. I loved your mother and she loved me, at least before she learned of my full intention to become… what I am. I didn't even know about your existence, but I made some background research recently and found out that Lily had another child. She gave you away. She didn't want anyone to find out that she had an affair with me. I wonder why. She would've been happy with me. I could've provided her with everything she ever wanted."

"Well, I don't blame her. If I were her, I would've killed myself if it took the shame away. What the hell am I talking about! I don't even believe you!" She shook her head in order to clear her mind. But as sick as it was, she was starting to believe his ridiculous story. After all, she didn't have a family. She had heard about Lily and James from the members of the first Order and she knew she would've loved to have her as Mom, but Voldemort… No, she couldn't go there. Lily, the sweet redhead from the old pictures and this psychotic bastard with obsession of destroying everything that can be called humane?

"You will, in time. And I shall keep you here until you're ready to face the truth. No buts! I'm still your father!" She presented him with a gaze that burns even bones into ashes. He didn't seem to notice; suddenly his eyes shone in exited light.

"Now, who's up for some dinner? I'll cook. Come on, I'll fix you something." The Dark Lord hurried down the stairs, out of the main door. It was the first thing that showed her the resemblance between this haunted castle and her old school. She followed him, partly because she didn't want to be 'summoned' again, but also because she finally realized that this man could be dangerous. He had clearly lost the last remains of common sense and along with his powers, it made him too perilous not to obey. She slowly followed him down to the corridor under the great hall, scared to see if her assumptions were correct. They were. The kitchen portal was exactly the same place as it used to be, but it was a door now, not the painting of fruits. She cautiously stepped in, expecting to see the large old-fashioned kitchen with hundreds of house elves running to and fro, but instead she found herself in a little muggle-style kitchen with wooden cupboards and low lights. It seemed cozy and creepy at the same time. Why did he, who hated muggles, muggleborns and halfbloods with all of his heart, use a non-magic kitchen? She saw a microwave oven and an electrical toaster and there was a fridge which was plugged into a plug in the wall. Electricity? In Hogwarts?

"How did you brake the spells preventing the electronics from working around here?" she asked in surprise.

"I didn't. Yet. It still runs on magic, but I'm used to muggle kitchens. The only sort things I prefer to magicked ones." She watched him fry something sizzling and strongly smelling on a pan. His skinny long fingers took some fresh tomatoes and cut them into quarters. She was amazed. Voldemort, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, cooking dinner and wearing an apron? Rather feminine one, too. 'This must be a dream', she thought. He finished preparing her meal and put a plate with tomatoes and some kind of steak on the table. He ordered her to sit, which she did, warily eyeing the 'dinner'.

"I'm not gonna eat that steak, I bet it's made of goblin's meat or something like that. I don't want to find out what it is." The food sure looked disgusting enough to be something as weird as that. He started to laugh and assured her that it was a normal, edible steak made of pork. She still refused. They started to fight. It almost seemed like normal father and daughter quarrel over diets and healthy food, which by father's opinion always seems to be something fried and oily. The began to shout and wave their hands violently and didn't even notice another man step in. This one was young, maybe twenty years old well built and handsome guy with light brown hair and shiny eyes. He calmly watched them until they became aware of his presence.

"Did you find another victim forced to eat your gastronomic accomplishments?" he coldly asked, but then, seeing the girl's face, he sighed and sat down. "Oh, right. Welcome to the hell, Ashwe. I thought that I'd be seeing you. Good old Dad here wouldn't have left you out, would he?" he seemed slightly angry, but kept his calm.

"Remus? What's the meaning of this? You haven't… I mean… You haven't joined him, right?" she was curious to see him there, alive and undamaged. He was one of the greatest enemies of Voldemort. There could be only one reason for this.

"Of course not. I'm kidnapped as you are and he is not letting me go until I 'accept the truth'." He glanced at the older man while saying the last words. Voldemort grinned. He knew that she would believe Remus. So he kept quiet and let the two work this out together.

"You mean… he has told you the same ridiculous story about you being his offspring?"

"Sadly, it's true. At least yours is for sure. I was the only one to know about Lily's love story, but either of us knew that it was Voldemort. He hid his true identity well. It was before she started to get along with James, she was only sixteen by the time she conceived you. I helped her hide her pregnancy and find you a place for living. She couldn't stand seeing 'him' looking back at her in your face. But we took a picture of you two together, if it proves something to you." He showed her a picture of a very young Lily holding a baby bundled in a yellow blanket. She looked at the picture and started to tremble. "This blanket is the only reminder of my mother that the orphanage had kept for me. So it is true… Lily Evans was my mother!"

"And his paternity is true, too. Sad to say, but it is. And Lily wasn't the only woman for him to seduce, oh no. Seventeen years earlier he had an affair with my mother. He wasn't the famous 'wannabe-ruler-of-the-world' back then, but even then could my mother see that something was definitely odd about him. ("Hey! What did she expect? That I married her, had a bunch of kids, and got a job in the Ministry? Ha!") SO she dumped him and got married with my true and only father, John Lupin."

"I'm your father!" Voldemort growled in anger.

"You are not worthy to be anyone's father! Now, let us go and enjoy your new 'estate' alone!" the lycanthrope yelled, pointing his wand at him.

"You will not leave this castle until you accept me as your father! Both of you!" Suddenly, Remus saw Ashwe standing behind the older man, holding the greasy pan Voldemort had used for making her dinner. She hit him on the head and he fell to the floor, unconcious.

"Enough is enough." she stated. "Let's get out of here now, before he wakes up!" she scooped up her nightgown and started to run towards the main entrance. Remus stood there, shocked. 'I certainly don't want to make her angry!' he thought. Then he followed her out and they headed towards the Whomping Willow (the only exit Voldemort hadn't closed. Remus would've escaped a while ago, if he hadn't known his little sister was going to be kidnapped, too.) When they reached the Shrieking Shack and started to walk along the empty streets of Hogsmeade, they both fell silent.

"What are we going to do now? We are the only survivors from the Order, the Ministry has been 'purified' from those fighting for the Light, the school as we know it has been destroyed…" she finally said, feeling an aftershock. She had never realized that behind her fury there had also been fear.

"Don't worry, as long as we're together, he can not win. Eventually, we are going to bring good old Dad down." They kept on walking, holding each other's hand. Brother and sister, brought together by the father they hated.

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Author's notes: Don't ask me how can Remus be twenty years old. I don't know either. It's weird because Ashwe is around twenty, too. Oh, well, let's say that he took some kind of potion or something.

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Cerzee