Note: Hey guys, thanks for trying out this fic. Just you know, this is kind of the prologue so the style will change in the next few chapters. Let me know what you think. Thanks in advance and enjoy.

Cries echoed through the cold stone walls of the manor, the echoes interfering, making it sound like several high pitched voices screaming in pain and effort, instead of solely a single one. A man with smooth black hair which created a vast contrast to his pale complexion was pacing in circles. The red eyes glancing at the door every so often.

He had to admit, Lord Voldemort was nervous. Not as nervous as a father should have been, no, he was far beyond that point, but rather impatient to hold his heir in his hands. His heirs. Twins, he had been told by the nurse who had been kidnapped from a magic hospital. Sure, no death eater would bother with learning how to perform such a trivial and disgusting profession. She would have to die of course, nobody safe for his most trusted followers should be aware of their existence.

The door opened and a figure with white hair, but dressed in black entered. "My Lord" she seemed to vibrate with excitement, after all she was the sister of the mother-to-be, "you are the father of a boy and a girl. Do you want to see them?".

He walked past her with long, confident strides, not bothering to answer, eager to see his heirs. His destination was a room looking awfully similar to the insides of a muggle hospital for his taste, but it fulfilled its purpose. When he entered, the mother was lying in the bed, holding two small bundles in her arms.

He was at their side in an instant. Carefully, more careful than most people would expect the Dark Lord to be, he picked up the boy. Curious, the little boy reached out and touched his father's face, but quickly retracted his hand as if he had been burned, then a second time, with more confidence. Feeling uncomfortable with the touch as he hadn't ever felt affection like that before, he placed the boy back and picked up the girl instead. She was silent. The boy had giggled and made noises, she didn't, just looked at his face, at his eyes with an edge of curiosity.

He also placed her down and took out his wand. "Are they both healthy?" the nurse which was placed under the Imperius curse turned around from what she was doing. "Yes, both of them are in excellent health" He pointed his wand at her chest. "Good" and with a flick of his wand and a mere thought she slumped to the ground.

Voldemort then turned back to the children and took the boy's left wrist. They would be the youngest death eater's to be marked. Pride filled his chest, but he paused, and then took his other wrist. They were extraordinary. A mark on the right wrist would be subtle but different and its message would be clear: Those were his heirs, his future, his legacy.

He concentrated and slowly, line by line, imprinted his sign into his son who screamed during the whole process. Even the hardest of his followers did. Once done, he proceeded with his daughter. With her it was the same, yet different. As she screamed, he heard a slight hissing accompanying her cries. A glance at Bellatrix confirmed his suspicion: she was screaming like a snake would, in Parseltongue.

-Two years later-

Close to two years had passed since then and both of the twins, Tom jr. and Kiera were riding brooms in the garden while Rosier was looking out for them and Rockwood was inside.

Voldemort was gone, supposedly killed by Harry Potter. Bellatrix had been captured and imprisoned in Azkaban. The last message they had left the two death eaters was to take to watch the children. It didn't matter to them that is was only meant to be for a day, the two would do so until told otherwise. Currently, these two children were giggling as Kiera chased her brother while hissing something. While she usually spoke English now, in situations like this, she would still resort to parseltongue. It was a scene like a typical family, however far from reality this picture would be. Almost idyllic.

That idyll was suddenly destroyed by multiple cracks. The children didn't notice, but Rosier recognized them as being caused by Apparation; as if the picture of a dozen middle-aged men in long coats with their wands drawn suddenly appearing out of nowhere wasn't a sign enough.

"Rockwood, the Order!" Rosier shouted to alert his partner, simultaneously drawing his wand. "Stand down and we won't hurt you. Voldemort is dead. You are outnumbered" Alastor Moody, unmistakable with his wooden leg, shouted.

"Go to Hell" and a flash of green light were his answer. The Auror narrowly avoided it and soon the whole place was filled with curses flying between the two parties; the two Death eaters retreating to the terrace and the Aurors towards the trees planted on the opposite side of the garden while throwing everything they got at the enemy.

They didn't notice the twins still playing, too busy with dodging and throwing curses.

They didn't notice them flying into the path of a curse flashing with green light.

They did notice the boy dropping from his broom.

"Seize fire" Moody shouted effectively stopping the rest of the Aurors who were still throwing curses and surprisingly, even the two Death Eaters who were hiding half inside the house.

"Shit" Rosier cursed behind his cover and Rockwood couldn't fault him. They were responsible for the two children. Neither of them had ones, but even if they were death eaters and death was common for them, a dead child who could barely walk was something entirely different.

"We're so dead" Rockwood paled and looked at the corpse in the middle of the battlefield. His sister was beside her brother and nudged him, as if expecting him just to jump up and laugh.

"Did you see whose curse it was?" Rookwood was still aiming at the wizards he could spot, but no curse escaped his wand.

"No, but it wasn't mine!" there was an edge of desperation but also relief in his voice.

"You see what you have done?" Moody's voice came out from behind a tree. "A child is dead, surrender now!"

"Never" Rosier shouted back and turned to Rockwood. "Neither of us threw the curse, so it's not our fault" They both knew the Dark Lord would heavily disagree.

"Then at least allow us to take the girl to safety". Said girl had now understood her brother would not be playing with her anymore and was now crying and cradling her brother.

"Listen, Rookwood, we can't let the Order get the girl." A look of mutual understanding passed between both of them. The girl was the future leader of their brotherhood and their master's daughter. "For the cause" the older one said. "For the cause" the younger one replied. Then, as one, Rosie and Rockwood stood up and threw curse after curse at the Aurors while running at the girl. Moody threw himself on the ground, but no one dared firing back as they were too afraid to hit the little girl who was innocently standing in the line of fire. As soon as he was close enough, Rockwood grabbed the girl at the waist and disapparated while Rosier covered him. But now the death eater was alone, standing in a spot with no protection against an army of Aurors. He refused to surrender. It was over soon.

After Rockwood had disapparated, he knew that he had to take the girl somewhere safe. Just now, his mind started processing the fact that he had to take the girl somewhere safe where she could stay permanently and so he had apparated again and appeared in front of the Malfoy's Manor. He knew they had always been very secretive in their participation with the death eaters, careful not to show any allegiance to the outside, providing mainly money. Despite of this, their name had become a synonym for 'death eater'. But Narcissa was Bellatrix's sister and she didn't have the Dark Mark, so the girl would have at least someone who would care for her until her father returned.

During the following years, Kiera grew up in the Malfoy household. Although she knew she was the Dark Lord's daughter, Draco became like a brother to her and Kiera became like his little sister to him. The Aurors never found out that Voldemort had children, because those who knew were loyal and kept their mouths shut.

Lucius and Narcissa decided to home-school her and keep her from the general knowledge and most importantly, from Dumbledore. Instead, Lucius went to work at the ministry after having been cleared of all charges and Narcissa taught the girl everything she knew.

The girl absorbed the knowledge. At age seven, she could handle a wand and basic spells. At age ten, she started learning casting spells silently, at age 13 she could do spells without a wand. Kiera excelled at Charms and anything related to magic but never had the knack for potions and pureblood-history. But at an early age they noticed her biggest talent: flying. And Lucius and Narcissa soon realized that they could not keep her in the cellar all the time; she needed her freedom. So they changed her name from Riddle into Hale and enrolled her in a Quidditch team when she was 10. They figured that after 10 years, no one would think of the one child that escaped 10 years ago and they were right.

There, Kiera was chosen as a Chaser and it didn't take long for scouts to notice her. That marked the end of her not being in the public, so the Malfoy's told everyone that she had been adopted and luckily from an old pure-blood family and luckily no suspicions arose. She went from team to team until she was Ireland's youngest national player in their junior team.