Prologue: The Dark Heir
"MY LADY!"
The Dark Lady, wife to the Dark Lord, turned around as one of the Death Eaters came running in. It was late and her husband had left for some important errand. Such a thing made her sad. Lord Voldemort was her lover. He cared and gave what he could. But there were times like these she wished for him to be who he used to be.
Tom Riddle.
"What is it?" The Dark Lady asked.
"The lord…" The Death Eater was having a hard time speaking. "He's dead."
The Lady's eyes widen. Her husband was dead? How? A baby's cry shook her from her thoughts. Looking down to little child she saw that now he was all she had that was left of Tom. Only a year old and now without a father. Her child was Voldemort's son. Then it dawned of her. If Voldemort was dead, then that meant those that knew the boy the Dark Lord sired was real (There had been rumors of a Dark Heir for some time) they would kill him or use him. She couldn't protect him. Only other choice there was for them was exile. Stepping forth she spoke to the Death Eater.
"Tell the others that with the Dark Lord gone his Lady had to leave so that his Legacy could live on." Taking a deep breath she continued. "When the time comes the Dark Heir will return."
"Yes My Lady!"
She turned away and left with the child. Looking back at it before she vanished she spoke soft, kind words.
"Don't worry my little Robin. No one will hurt you."