Prologue:
The air was suddenly full of swishing cloaks. Between graves, behind the yew tree, in every shadowy space, wizards were Apparating. All of them were hooded and masked, all except one. A woman by the looks of it, her face shrouded in the shadow of her hood. They moved slowly, cautiously as though they could hardly believe their eyes.
All except two. Two, woman by the looks of them stood back from their fellow deatheaters, and the circle they formed. Voldemort looked around at the masked faces of his followers, some more loyal than others, a rustle going through the circle, as though it had a shiver, before finally halting on the image of the two women.
"Isabella." Voldemort addresses, the first and smaller of the two women. "Come, join your brothers in the circle." As Isabella went to move forward into the circle, the other woman followed slowly behind her, till Voldemort finally noticed her as Isabella, her mother, reached the edge of the circle.
"Merilinda?" he continues. Confusing his circle of death eaters as to who he is addressing.
"Merilinda," Isabella says, "This is the man I spoke of, your father, Lord Voldemort."
After that, the whole circle, Potter included turns to look at the elegant, slight woman with the body of dancer, and the remnants of a French accent. Behind her, stood the young woman they spoke of, Merilinda Anne Riddle. The girl, the same age as her father's worst enemy, Harry Potter, took a small step forward into the circle upon feeling everyone's eyes on her.
Her features hidden by the hood of her long, black wool trench coat, Merilinda bowed to her father and then stood proud, hands clasped behind her back. Not at all intimidated by the threatening nature of the dangerous men surrounding her, and the even more deadly presence of her father.
"Merilinda?" Tom asks in Parseltounge.
Merilinda simply raised her head in response, and looked into her father's face. A slight smirk appearing on her face at her father's apparent approval of her, combined with the death eater's ever increasing jealousy. At the appearance of Merilinda's smirk a matching one appeared on Tom's own face.
"Come", he continued and beckoned her to him with a wave of his hand. She gracefully walked through a gap in the ring of deatheaters to his side, the smirk growing more pronounced on her face, as the waves of disapproval and jealousy of the death eaters grew ever stronger. As she grew near, Tom grabbed her two hands in his own and gently, almost lovingly kissed her on both cheeks.
"My dear child, you have no reason to fear me - "
"Don't listen to him! He's – " Potter interrupted.
"Silencio!" Merilinda hissed, completely shocking Potter and pleasing her father. "What do you need me to do father?" she continues looking up at Tom.
After kissing his daughter one last time on the cheek, Tom orders Merilinda, "Gather your household, and tell your mother to get you all to the house by the cave. I will meet you there later."
"See you then father." Merilinda says by way of farewell, turns, nods at the assembled death eaters, walks over grabs Isabella by the hand and they Dissapprate home.