Plot- Angelina Potter, Harry Potter's twin sister, has been taken prisoner by Lord Voldemort. She is the most powerful witch of the age and Lord Voldemort needs her to have his heir. This woman though will not submit easily, and is as every bit as stubborn and irritating as her twin. Will she survive Voldemort or will he just kill her in the end?

Disclaimer- I own nothing but my made-ups J.K. Rowling is the creator of Voldemort, Harry, Ron, Draco, Hermione, etc. I am the creator of this plot and Angelina, and the rest of my made-ups if I add any.

Chapter 1- The Riddle House

A young woman around 18 years old stood up slowly and looked around her surroundings. "Ah, you are finally awake," said a cold, high pitched voice that made this woman's insides freeze. The person who had spoke laughed coldly and said to her, "Miss Potter there is no need to be afraid. I will not hurt you, much."

"Voldemort," the woman said in a frightened voice as her eyes followed the black shape that was walking around the room like it was stalking its prey.

"Ah, yes you caught me, Angelina," Voldemort said as he stopped walking and looked at this woman before him. He saw the Gryffindor pride in her by the way she stood up firm and straight but what really caught his attention was the power that shown in her eyes just waiting to be unleashed.

Angelina Potter was beautiful woman with a round thin face, long flaming red hair that had different shades of red in it but came together nicely, bright green eyes like Harry, sun-kissed pale skin, and a nicely formed female figure. "What do you want with me that you had to kidnap me?" she asked watching him with fright. Even though she tried to maintain as calm as possibly her voice shook as she spoke and she was indeed afraid at what will happen to her.

"I will tell you that in all good time, Angel," Voldemort replied as a smile appeared on his thin lips. He then walked forward to where she could see him. His nose was slit-like, he had no hair, his skin was so pale that it was ghostly white, and his eyes were blood red.

A gasp escaped from her mouth when she saw him and she looked away. "Voldemort, if you wish to kill me then kill me now," she said not being able to look at him.

"Ah, Angel I want you to look at me," he said in a calm voice but it also sounded like a direct order. His long thin fingers grasped her chin and moved her face so she was looking at him.

"Voldemort why must you torment me?" she asked as she stared right up at him now but he saw her eyes flash with hurt which made his smile broaden.

"That is what I do, Angel. Surely you know I bring torment to everyone," he said laughing coldly.

"Yes I suppose you're right," she said looking at him with disgust, "So where am I may I ask?"

"You are in the house of my filthy muggle father," Voldemort said with distaste, "This is the Riddle House. Now I shall see you to your room." His hand let go of her chin and he turned around going out a door.

Angel followed Voldemort through the dark, damp, and dusty old house looking around with interest. So this is where Voldemort's father lived...How interesting, she thought and even though Voldemort heard her thoughts he did not say anything to her about it. They walked up the stairs and when they reached the room at the end of the hall on the right Voldemort stopped in front of it. "Here it is, Angel," he said glaring at her as though she had something to make him mad.

"Thank you," she said but her voice told him that she didn't mean it at all.

"You're welcome," he said his voice so cold that it felt as though she had been drenched with freezing cold water. When she walked into the room Voldemort slammed it and placed a magical lock on it that only he can open.

"You can't keep me in here forever!" she yelled but when she didn't hear him reply she sat down on the bed; her arms crossed across her chest, "Bastard!"

Damn that girl! Such disrespect! Why did the most powerful witch have to be my enemy as well as my worst enemy's sister?! Voldemort thought as he sat down in a large red velvet armchair that was in the parlor where a blue magical fire was roaring in the large marble fireplace. Soon an evil smile formed on his lips, But she will soon succumb to me. The Dark Arts are very seductive.

Well this is the first chapter...Like? Don't like? Please tell me. I need some advice and your opinions. Please review! I should have the second chapter up as soon as I possibly can.