Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the amazing J.K. Rowling does. I only own Tyuila and her "nanny."

A/N: This is the first story of many that I will write. This is about a very young girl living as Voldemort's daughter. Longer A/N at the end

Tyuila existed to obay him, to do his bidding. She was no greater then a house-elf compared to him, for he was lord and master of all. So she had said to him, every day, ever since she had been able to speak sentences, and that had been at an early age. So she believed faithfully for nearly three years.

Tyuila was a very little girl, being only four years of age, but she could already read fluently, having been taught by Mme. Snape, who she feared above all others, except for him. This fear, coupled with natural intelligence, had given the child knowledge beyond her years.

"Tyuila!" The sharp voice of Mme. Snape from downstairs interrupted her thoughts. "My Lord requests your presence! Get down here!"

Tyuila walked down from the empty old attic that was her only sanctuary, into her black room, where Mme. Snape was waiting. Mme. Snape practically grabbed her, and a moment later, she was in a bathtub. Mme. Snape scrubbed her skin roughly and painfully, and tugged on her hair when she washed it. Tyuila was not allowed to too take a bath herself, although she was quite sure she could. Instead, every evening, and whenever her father called for her, Mme. Snape would viciously scrub every inch of her tiny, fragile body.

Tyuila would not know it, never having seen another

child, but she was rather small for her age. After a few agonizing minutes, the bath was over, and Mme. Snape was painfully twisting her short brown hair into tight curls. Mme. Snape looked Tyuila over, and made a disapproving sort of noise. They were about to leave when one of the maids, Juanita, entered, and whispered something to Mme. Snape. Tyuila had good hearing, but she caught only the word "hair." The nurse frowned, and she undid all of Tyuila's curls. She then pulled out her wand, pointed it at Tyuila's hair and said something. Tyuila was not especially interested; Mme. Snape, the other servant, and her father and his friends all did magic, and she had long ago accepted this as something all big people did. She had been told that she would someday be a big person like them, and she thought that she would be able to use magic then.

Tyuila's hair did not change; it was still damp, soaking the back of her velvet black dress. Mme. Snape frowned, but left, holding Tyuila's hand and practically dragging her. As she clung to Mme. Snape's thin, bony hand, Tyuila wondered why her father wanted to see her again so soon. He had called for her just last week.

Soon, they were in the large room where he always seemed to be sitting on his fancy velvet chair. Tyuila kneeled on the floor in front of it, and she felt Mme. Snape do the same and then exit. She was alone with her father.

A/N: A few things: First of all, this might seem odd, that her main worry is an annoying nanny, but I have not revealed all about her life yet, and it is going to get worse. This is the beginning of a long series, detailing Tyuila's life. I already have it planned out, and have for a while, but I haven't thought too much about her early years, so suggestions that don't effect the plot in a huge way are welcome (Tyuila gets an earache is a good suggestion. Tyuila kills her father is not.) Also, you have almost definitely recognized her nanny's name. This will be explained eventually, although not in this story. Tyuila's mother will also eventually be revealed. Please R R! I will always update, but positive reviews make me want to update faster! CC is certainly excepted, and I am grateful for it; flames will be ignored.

P.S. For anyone who is wondering about my LOTR story, I will update it this weekend, or Friday if I don't have school. -)

P.P.S. For anyone who was wondering, the title of the story means "demon child" in Quenya. -)