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"You know the plan," Lord Voldemort was addressing his two seconds. "Take care of Harry whilst I go to deal with this Longbottom brat. Once I return here, we shall transfigure some corpses from some of this junk and place glamour charms over them. By morning, the wizarding world will believe Lily, James and little Harry Potter dead."

He lovingly placed his one-year-old son, Harry Slytherin-Riddle, into the waiting arms of Lily Potter.

"Make sure that Dumbledore and the rest of the Order think that Sirius is your secret keeper. He has agreed to go to Azkaban to aid all of my Death Eaters that have been caught."

"Yes Milord," both Lily and James replied obediently.

"If anything should happen before I arrive, guard Harry with your life. If anything should happen to him, and you are still alive, you won't like the consequences."

With that he gently placed a kiss on his son's forehead, before turning on his heel and disapperating.

The Next Morning

TWICE IN ONE NIGHT!

By Rita Skeeter

Last night, at approximately 23:43, the Dark Mark was sighted above both Longbottom Manor and the Potter Family Retreat. No survivors were found.

The two families of three were found dead in their respective homes by auror teams that were called to the sites.

It is believed the You-Know-Who himself carried out the attacks on the families, both of which were well known to have been part of the movement to fight against You-Know-Who.

The rumours going around at the moment are mentioning some sort of prophecy. Is this true? Was there really a-

Tom Riddle snorted. 'That Skeeter woman can write a load of rubbish'

He tossed the copy of today's Daily Prophet over his shoulder and returned his attention to the sleeping child on his lap.

Harry Slytherin Riddle looked exactly like his father. He had wavy black hair and disturbingly dark eyes to go with it. Sometimes his eyes even flashed red, just like Tom's.

All of the Death Eaters had been brought forward to the child to kiss his robes, so all knew that the Dark Lord had an heir. This meant the Order probably knew as well, since there was bound to be at least one spy in his ranks.

Only a handful of Tom's most trusted ever got to hold Harry. Lucius Malfoy, both Lily and James Potter, Severus Snape and Bellatrix Lestrange were the only people that the Dark Lord trusted enough to hold his son.

However, Bellatrix got the biggest honour of the lot.

After a meeting between the Inner Circle, which was one member short today, since Sirius was in Azkaban, Tom asked Bellatrix to stay behind.

In private, Tom and Bellatrix had a relationship which was the closest he had ever come to friendship; the closest he had ever wanted to come to friendship.

So Bellatrix stayed behind.

"What is it you require, Milord?"

"Bella, I have a preposition." He paused, thinking about how to phrase his next sentance. "Bella, this is not an order or a mission, this is a request from one… acquaintance, to another. You may decline if you wish." Again, he paused. "I want you to be the motherly figure in my son's life. I want him to have a mother as well as a father."

Bellatrix stared in shock before joy lit up her features.

"Milord, I would be honoured!" She gushed.

A genuine smile crossed Tom's face. "Thank you Bella. Come and meet your son properly."

A/N: Just a short prologue to see what people think. I would appreciate reviews so please take the time to submit one to tell me what you think. No flames please.