Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling; I just like to play with them.
Author's Note: This is HBP compatible, since there's no details. It was an evil plot bunny--an especially odd one considering I usually write D/G fics, but I think it turned out well. It may or may not be a one shot depending on ideas and reviews. Reviews would be nice, by the way.
Bang!
Tom Riddle entered the large manor house with a scowl and a slamming of the door. He had had a rough day. Damn those good guys and their ability to get away with only a scratch or two. He was in a bad mood, but it was nothing a nice Death Eater meeting couldn't cure, especially with a few rounds of 'Torture the Rat.' He walked into the family parlour with a scowl on his face.
"Daddy!" He looked down, a grim smile on his face as his young daughter looked up at him. "You're home! You're home!"
"Hard day, dear?" Ginevra Riddle asked from where she was seated by the eerie green fire, knitting. "Alcyone, give your father room to breathe, sweetheart."
"Abysmal, Bellatrix is becoming more and more unmanageable the madder she gets, and its' getting to the point where she may well be subverting our aims." Tom said, swinging his daughter up on his hip and sitting down on a black velvet recliner.
"I don't like that woman, Tom. Azkaban has made her unpredictable and dangerous. Besides, she's obsessed with you and scornful to me and our children. I am the Dark Lady and I do not tolerate insubordinate Death Eaters!" Ginevra said, viciously cutting her yarn as if severing the Death Eater's throat.
Tom chuckled, "I daresay they remember that from the example you made of Lucius Malfoy, but if it will please you, feel free to abuse her how you see fit at tonight's meeting." This statement caused the redheaded girl on his lap to jump up and down excitedly on his lap. "If you can't keep still, Alcyone, I'll be forced to put a Body-Bind on you!" The little girl stopped squirming.
"Daddy, you said I could go to the next meeting! You promised! I want to go, I've been practicing my curses and Mummy says I've almost got my Imperius down!"
"I don't know…" Tom said, looking stern. "You're still so young—" He stopped and wavered as the little redhead looked up at him with those ice blue eyes and a trembling lip, as if her heart would break if she didn't get to go with her parents to the upcoming Death Eater meeting. "Fine, go get into your best robes and tell your brother to get ready as well."
"Oh, thank you, Daddy! You're the bestest Daddy in the whole world!" Alcyone jumped off her father's lap and rushed to the nursery to get dressed in her prettiest black robes. When she arrived, flushed and panting slightly from running, her brother looked up at her.
"Well?" Salazar Riddle asked impatiently. He was the spitting image of his father at that age, where Alcyone looked like their mother in everything but the eyes.
Alcyone smirked, grinning. "I get to go tonight and I get to wear my best robes!"
"That's not fair I had to be eight to go and you're only seven!" Salazar groused. "I don't see how you manage to get everything you want out of Dad!"
"I'm just better than you." Alcyone said, smiling like a Cheshire cat. "Daddy's easy to manipulate, you just have to know how to do it."
Had Ginevra heard her daughter she would have agreed as she lead her husband off to the dungeons for a quick game of whips and chains before dinner—after all, no one wants a cranky Dark Lord.
End.