A/N: This story is co-written by myself and my friend SignedSealedWritten, and was previously published on her account. It is now switched to this account, and has had major editing. If you have any questions, you can pm either of us, and we'll be more than happy to answer. You can also check out our trailers.

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Seventeen years ago Lord Voldemort was at the height of his power, he had everything he'd ever wanted; power, wealth, loyalty. The pathetic ministry was no match for him. He was only missing one thing, an heir. Someone who would carry on his life's mission and goals after he was gone. Someone he could mold and shape into a powerful wizard who wouldn't mess up everything he'd been working for. All he needed was a mate, and he knew just the witch.

Jane Katarina Lestrange, the youngest of the Lestrange sisters. She was beautiful, sly, cunning and above all loyal to the cause. Most assumed that his choice would have been Beatrix Lestrange but she was slightly too neurotic for his taste. Sure she was loyal, but nowhere near as stunning as her sister Jane.

"Be a dear and fetch the youngest Lestrange girl for me, would you Pettigrew?" he asked his dedicated but cowardly follower, though there was no denying him.

"Y-Yes, of course my lord." Peter stuttered frantically as he rushed off to find her.

Voldemort's eye's scanned the area as he waited, watching his followers talk and practice curses upon prisoners. Soon, nothing would stand in his way. Within the mere months to follow the prophecy of his demise would be dismantled into a mere memory and the future of his empire would be sealed.

"Yes m'lord?" Jane asked, her musical voice drew him back from his fantasy.

He smiled down at her, his eyes instantly captivated by her emerald ones. Her hair was currently black and curly with hints of pink laced throughout. That was another reason he chose her above her sisters, she had more power, more to offer his heir than the others. He gently took her chin in his hand, stroking her cheek delicately.

"I have a request of you dear Jane, one I expect you to take it as a very high honor." He said gently.

"Of course my lord, I'll do anything."

He smiled, "I knew you wouldn't deny me."