AN: Hey Everyone! This is my first story that I've EVER posted online! I know this has probably been done a 1000 times but hell it is a great idea! I wrote this (by hand on actual page with an actual pen!) before the 5th book came out so obviously AU for 5th/6th/ 7th years and beyond.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, I am just borrowing JK Rowling's ideas for a bit. If I did own I would make Bellatrix have a nice side sometimes XD

The Daughter Of Darkness

Prologue

"You will gather the Death Eaters"

"Yes my lord. Is there anything else you would like me to do, my lord?" Lucius Malfoy whispered his head bowed in respect.

"Yes. Send Narcissa to me. I have a service I require of her." Lucius backed out of the room slowly, Lord Voldemort raised his head and gazed out of the window as he waited. Narcissa Malfoy edged into the room and bowed slowly.

"You sent for me my lord?"

"Sit with me Narcissa" Lord Voldemort held his hand out in the direction of the red leather chair beside his own. Narcissa slowly sank into the chair as he watched her with his scarlet eyes narrowed. "I wish you to fetch my daughter... it is time for her to return to her rightful place."

"But... my lord, she has been fostered by a family. They would have to be removed before I could take her."

"Do what you must Narcissa but bring my daughter home!"

"Of course my lord! If you will excuse me I shall begin the necessary requirements for your daughter's arrival"

"Do your best Narcissa" he whispered as she rose from the chair and glided from the room. Lord Voldemort gazed into the roaring fire as he sank into his most private memories...

SEVENTEEN YEARS EARLIER...

"Your ideas inflame me my lord!"

"Of course they do, my dear. We, the magical community, have hidden far too long. It's about time those dirty Muggles learnt their proper place in the world." Lord Voldemort said quietly as he and the beautiful young woman walked around the gardens of the Malfoy's manor in the early evening moonlight.

"I quite agree my lord. Here in England, there's a whole world all of its own right but in America... we tend to stick by magical families we know and fend for ourselves, granted the American government has tried to unite the magical community but it is nothing compared to the historical and strong community here. I wish I had been born in England." Helena said sadly.

"Helena...I... I wish to lay with you this evening."

"Excuse me?"

"I believe I may be falling in love with you, I wish to spend the night in your arms. If you allow it" Lord Voldemort's usually pale face flushed with a light colouring of embarrassment.

"Oh my lord! I thought you would never ask!" Helena gasped and launched herself at him. Lord Voldemort wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her deeply.

NINE MONTHS LATER...

"She is beautiful my lord!" Narcissa whispered as she gazed down into the small crib at the newborn baby. Lord Voldemort moved closer to his heir and smiled lightly.

"Of course she is! She is the latest heir of Slytherin... where is Helena?" Lord Voldemort said as the child stirred slightly. Narcissa bowed her head and did not reply. "Well Narcissa?"

"I am afraid she did not survive long after the birth my lord." Narcissa whispered fearfully, glancing at the pale faced man. Lord Voldemort's face whitened even more than his usual paleness and his scarlet eyes dulled slightly. "We did everything we could my lord but the birth had drained her greatly, I am sorry my lord."

"Leave us, I will see Helena then we shall talk." Narcissa bowed then left as he lifted his child gently from her crib. "My beautiful daughter, be strong and noble; a worthy heir of Slytherin... your life is sure to be difficult if I do not succeed tomorrow night." He lowered the child back into the crib and went into her mother's chambers.

Narcissa sat in a chair beside the bed and did not look up as he entered. Helena lay as if sleeping, her long dark hair fanned out on the pillow as he approached slowly.

"My daughter is to be taken to a Muggle orphanage, you shall do this immediately. Her name shall be Amanda Helena Riddle, you shall leave this information in a note along with the child."

"But my lord! I will raise her as my own! Lucius and I have a young son, Draco, he is but a few months older than your daughter. We would be most honoured to..."

"YOU WILL DO AS I SAY!" He yelled at the woman, who nodded and ran from the room. "Forgive me Helena, but I must do this to her. She has your beauty my love. Goodbye"

Lord Voldemort looked up from the fire and smiled lightly. His daughter would return in a few days then the plans would be set, and then Harry Potter, the boy who ruined all of his best plans, would be doomed.