The once start pupil of Hogwards Tom Marvolo Riddle now a raising dark lord whose face was nothing but cruel and devilish stood in the balcony of a large manor. He wore deep green robes as his eyes healed a strange glow in them as his arms were folded across his back, the moon was raising still red as he watched the sea reflect it in its shaking waves…completely peaceful unlike the wizard world that was now in fear and war. A fear and war he him self had created as Lord Voldemort more respectfully known as the Dark Lord, for others who feared him it was you-know-who or more classically he-who-must-not-be-named a title he alone possessed. His heart was normally of stone except for a chosen few who knew his real identity and the man within those iron grip and hatred. A real family of followers with him as the father figure, a man who would punish anyone except one person…his high-school sweet heart, a pure-blood…a woman by the name of: Windy Sofeymore back in school. A year his junior and first in class…now she was no more Windy Sofeymore but Windy Riddle or more widely known as amongst the Death Eaters: The Dark Lady

The Dark Lady his right hand, his beloved and most importantly his queen in the dark side. What she says' goes, a woman as wild as a horse, uncontrollable and unbind able but brilliant. He never stopped her from researching ancient dark arts, she never stopped him from torturing or 'gifting' his death eaters with muggle women. He always looked up to her for new solutions of power and she always looked up to him for getting things her way: keeping her protected. No one knew of her (so he thought) or her value to him both emotionally and strategically. She was like him in so many ways yet unlike him, his thoughts breezed across such ideas as the wind ran through his black hair. His thoughts came to a sudden halt when a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder it was she. She had come back to haunt him again tonight like everything with pleasurable pain. "My love?" she called in a sweet chilling voice that was music to his ears, he shut his eyes to enjoy the felling of her hissing into his shoulder, "Tiered?"

"Hmm…a bit darling." He responded in the language of the serpents a gift they shared, "Shall I ease it for you?" she asked taking his hand and gently leading him to the couch and pushing him down and walking behind him. She gently places her palms on his back and starts working through the mussels feeling them, enjoying them. Passionate yet gentle he mourns before whispering into the night, "You are wonderful my dearest lady…I'm glad you are mine."

"Marvolo try loosen up a bit will you darling?" she asked he slowly pulled her in front and opened his still closed eyes, studying her gentile body clad with a see through white night dress she wore for him. Her neck healed the serpent king's necklace, something she clung to for dear life and not a loved piece of jewellery. It healed a part of his soul, one of his four 'safety measures' taken on immortality. He always urged her to do so too but she told him she would wait till he reached ultimate power…there was more she needed to take care of before that. Getting up he ran his hands through her chocolate brown hair and rubbed his hands through them, her skin is soft and wonderful against those light brown eyes and a wonderful body that many men would die for, if exposed. All day she wears long robes with a hood covering her identity only known as the dark lady except to the inner circle during their 'dinner parties' or such. His eyes travelled up and down her body but unable to find the obvious difference in the very body he nourished his senses upon. "Marvolo what happened? Do you find anything different?"

"Yes but strangely I can't…it's difficult." He spoke carefully but her smile widened a bit as she took his hand in hers and placed it on her stomach. "I'm carrying out hair Marvolo…I'm with our child."

"Y-you're pregnant?" he whispered as a smile spread across his face…tears form in his eyes, a complete family at last. She sits down on his lap making her self-comfortable against his neck, "I have more news about her dear."

"H-her? A daughter? I'm so happy love…what else could there be?" he asked confused, he always wanted a baby girl like her. "She is very powerful…I – I did the squib test but i…it was strange. It turned golden, something that happens only if the baby is very powerful darling. Fifteen days alone and I could feel the girl practically wrench the wand away from my body when I tested her for being a squib. It was like she sensed that I may destroy her if nessisary."

"Really? Even if I loose out or go away she would be there to take over and go about as my legacy love, I shall be the only dark lord who has left a hair to take up things after me." He spoke into her ear happily as she kissed his tears away…netter noticed a raven fly away from the very place. The raven flew till a distance and landed before turning into a human with dark black hair and stunningly wonderful features. He appirated (sp?) away to a similar place and again turned into a raven and few into a castle's window into the head master's office. Dumbledore stood in dark blue robes with stars on them looking at his table as the raven landed on the ground and transformed again, "Aah Jaquas Potter what do have the pleasure of your company at this unearthly hour my boy?"

The man Jaquas Potter smiled at the headmaster, "Head master I have news, she is having a girl soon…a powerful one. He dream's a lot around her…" Albus smiled too as the younger Potter sat down offering him a lemon drop, "Wonderful. Did you know your brother James and Lilly too are expecting…four months up."

"Really Albus? That is wonderful indeed, the child would be expected in June?" the older man nodded pouring out two mugs of hot chocolate handing the man one. "Drink to the young Potter your elder brother's son."

"To James and Lilly's darling little angle." He raised his hand and made a tost before draining it, "Now I must leave and have my rest…I shall meet my family latter."

"Good night Jaquas." Albus wished him and went back to work.

Ten Month's Latter:

A woman's scream was heard and then the crying of a baby girl as the light of the full moon hit her small body. The dark lord walked in to the sight of his wife holding a beautiful active baby in her arms laughing and moving her arms about. "Is she? My god she's beautiful like you darling!" he whispered fearfully taking her in his arms her yes searched his face with brown eyes and reached out to play with his face gently. "Y-yes it's your pa-pa." He told her cuddling her as his heart flooded with an emotion he could not recognize. "She is beautiful my darling – our daughter." He looked shocked at the birthmark on her left shoulder, a dark red serpent and a black serpent intertwined on a stick. A mark Slytherin him self is said to have had on his body. Tears shed down the proud parents eyes…with so much love for the little one.

That very night a raven was killed by one of the followers Luscious Malfoy a valued spy was lost for the light. Dumbledore did only one thing that was possible: called James Potter and Lilly Potter.

James banged his hands on the table as Lilly looked at the head master with determination. Five-month-old Harry was in the arms of his mother, "Albus I want to do this. Jaquas left us the whole information and all about how beautiful the baby is, she cannot be left to rot there. Come on Albus you your' self told us never to judge a person by their family…surely we can knock out the dark arts loving side of her with our love and care. She could be Harry's friend…Sirius' daughter even. I'm not letting that child my brother loved at first sight grow in that hell." The old head master looked at him over his half moon glasses then responded, "All right you can go but no way you can raise her James even in hiding. She needs to be isolated from this world with just a few contacts as possible hand picked by me. Please trust me James – you can save her one week from now same time." He said dismissing them with a handful of lemon drops each. The next weak the dark lord entered his wife's room to find her body sliced at the neck and the child gone. He let out a great scream of agony…even in death she did not part with his soul.

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