Ok before you start reading I wanted you to know that this is the squeal to Abuse. I know I have not finished the story and probably never will, but this story is actually on I was going to put Abuse on the website but since of all the rules they have I could not, so I made this story sort of a squeal but it gives you all the imformation from Abuse. I'm sorry if you are upset about me not finishing Abuse but I'm just not happy how the story is not turning out maybe in the future I will, but not for a long time. I hope you enjoy this story though.

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Antonin Dolohov sat in what used to be his Master's throne thinking about what had just happened to his Dark Lord

Antonin Dolohov sat in what used to be his Master's throne thinking about what had just happened to his Dark Lord. The Final Battle was a week ago. His Master had been dead for nearly seven days already. Dolohov should have seen this coming, he remembered his Master talking about it almost a year ago

1 year earlier

Antonin Dolohov watched his Master stare out the window of the great hall of the Malfoy's Manor. His master seemed to be deep in thought as he peered out into the moonlit garden.

"Dolohov, I have called you here on a mission." Voldemort spoke with a chilling tone. The Death Eater walked forward, "Anything My Lord."

The Dark Lord turned his snake-like head towards him with an wicked smile on his face, "My dear servant, you have been the only one I've trusted, that's why I want you to make sure I have a heir."

Dolohov gave him a baffled look, "But-how Master?"

Voldemort turned back out the window. His followers were littered all over the front lawn, practicing and training for the fast approaching battle. He sighed, his breath fogging up the glass, "I have a feeling that there is be a chance that I will die in the Final Battle. Potter has powers I know not."

Dolohov shook his head, "No My Lord, you are strong, you will defeat Potter."

Voldemort whipped his head over to Dolohov, his bright red eyes glowing with unforeseen rage, "THERE IS THE POSSIBLITY!"

Dolohov jumped, blocking his face with his arms waiting for the punishment he was about to receive, but it never came. He glanced up, Voldemort's back was once again turned to him, "I want to make sure someone will take my place and kill Potter if I don't" his voice was smooth again.

Dolohov bowed his head"I will make sure that you have an heir My Lord," he promise before he spun around to walk out the door. His fingers layed on the door handle when The Dark Lord spoke again. His voice was hushed and distant, "Make sure it's Potter's mudblood. A child from that dirty creature will be hard for Potter to kill. I know he loves her and wouldn't do anything to hurt her. I want you to make sure he has no choice but to give it up for adoption when the baby is born. Then when the time is right you will make sure that the child will take my place and kill Potter."

Dolohov bowed again before walking out of the room, leaving his master alone with a malicious sneer on his face.

That is just what Dolohov did. He'd found out that the mudblood's father did not care for his daughter, so the summer after her sixth year and the year their foolish Headmaster Albus Dumbledore died he went and made sure that the witch was pregnant before her last year at Hogwarts.

Potter and the Mudblood never showed up for their last year at Hogwarts, they stayed hidden while Voldemort ran the school, of course his Master gave him mission to find the Mudblood and Potter, but just to intimidate them.

By October, the witch found out she was pregnant and from what he heard Potter stayed by her side making sure she was taken care of. It was than he found out they were dating and loved each other deeply. The Weasley boy stopped talking to them. He was shocked and bitter about the situation. But by December the he had started to talk to them again.

On March 31, 1997 when there was an eclipse, his baby was born. It was in every power Dolohov had to make sure that his Master's wishes were followed. Just a month before the Final Battle and the last month of school, Hermione had given the baby up for adoption to a Muggle family to keep it safe until it was old enough to attended Hogwarts.

He looked over to his left. Gray smoke clouded the air, holding a vision of a man holding a baby. The man looked at the baby with repulsion before dropping it into a beat up old crab, "I don't know why my wife wanted you, you piece of rubbish!" the man grumbled as he walked away from the crying baby. The vision disappeared along with the smoke.

Dolohov looked back out a window, "Soon my daughter, you will be were you belong and take over the Muggles and the Magical world...Soon" he smirked at the thought of his future plans to train the person who'd kill Harry Potter.

"Soon."