It had been nightfall when Lord Voldemort found himself alone in the drawing room. Black pupils stared into the cracking fire in front of his chair; the red-orange flames dancing on the wood and giving warmth to the drafty room. His long-fingered hands were put together by the fingertips; he was clearly immersed in thought. Nagini was slunk over on the top of the chair in a curled stationary position. Nearby on the table was a bowl with a shimmery, misty liquid inside. The glowing light from it made it stand out in the darkness. Next to it were several vials, all filled with his memories. There were people who would kill for a chance to see what kind of memories he had to store, but there was only one person he wanted to see them…so she could understand…

He knew that he should be busy looking for the one thing that could kill Harry Potter: The Elder Wand. He should be researching, seeking out the person who most likely owned it. However, Lord Voldemort found himself thinking of places his mind had refrained from touching on. He was thinking of Her. Rather than focus on the wand, he was focusing on Her: The girl-the woman-who he had desired many years ago when he was a boy, even into his manhood as well. She had almost been his downfall; she had almost stopped him from achieving his goals; she had almost destroyed him.

Now, Diana Arks was dead; by his hand too. He had never told anyone, never uttered a word, not even showed his emotions, but it had been a sad thing for him to do. Lord Voldemort had never really loved Diana, yet she had fascinated him. Not to mention, she was something of a keepsake when they left Hogwarts. She was a little piece of history that walked alongside him in his quest for power. Unfortunately, it had to end.

Looking over to the doorway that gave him a glimpse into a bright sitting room, he saw the Malfoy's sitting quietly amongst several others, but he noticed one individual only: The tall, slender brunette sitting beside Draco. Her hair was curled on the sides of her face; her eyes were just like her mothers had been, a clear blue-green, and her complexion glowed and was perfect. Unlike the others-who looked slightly nervous and uncertain-she looked very serene and indifferent to her surroundings. It must have been that same self sense of security Diana had had; completely convinced she was safe. She had done nothing to upset or displease him, so she had no worry.

He had only met her three years ago after he had returned to his own body. Severus had been asked to bring her from the orphanage she had been raised in and to him. He remembered how bold and confident she was when she stood in front of him that night. She showed no fear as they both gazed into each others eyes. This pleased him. She had her mother's spirit. Honestly, he had half-expected her to rebel; to never accept him and refuse to. Yet-just like her mother-she surprised him. Violet had been somewhat eager to use her abilities to a…higher…purpose. Before they had been reunited, she was never allowed to use the full extent of her powers. She could never use them to torture or kill; only to bully and threaten. However, now that they were brought back together, she would be able to show him exactly what she can do.

To his delight, Violet proved to be very promising. There was a lot of potential with her; she would make a wonderful addition to his army. On his command, she spied on Harry Potter for him, telling him what the boy was up to and what he does with the mudblood and blood-traitor. Every time they met, there was something for him to hear. He told her he would reward her greatly for her services…and tonight was that night.

Violet met with his eyes, stared at him, and then turned back. Lord Voldemort returned to staring at the fire; contemplating what he shall do next. He knew what he must do. Loudly he called out:

"Violet…come to me…" He spoke in parseltongue of course, so none of the others will understand, "There is something I must show you."

If she had gained anything from him, it was the abilities he had. She spoke his snake-like language and was just as highly gifted as he was, and was a very accomplished legilimens. She could make objects move without needing a wand; she could control animals without any need to train them. Violet reminded him a lot of himself. Yes, indeed. A lot.

Looking to the door again, Violet approached him. She wore her usual conservative attire: black sweater, black skirt with knee-boots. She looked plain, but yet beautiful at the same time. Another Diana-trait. She stopped a few feet from him when she came into the room, hands clasped behind her back.

"Yes, father?" Her voice was more like a solider talking to a superior, rather than a daughter to a father.

"Come sit, there are things I would like to discuss with you." He moved his hand to the seat beside him. She took it carefully, Nagini now slithering over to her new Mistress and curling into her lap. Once everything was quiet, he began: "Tell me, what do you know about your mother?"

"I know only what I have heard. That she was a very gifted witch and was exceptionally beautiful," Violet answered simply, idly stroking Nagini with her delicate fingers.

"Yes, that is true. Those were some of her finer qualities, but she had so much more. I never say this to many, but your mother…surprised me sometimes. When one saw her obvious beauty and heard her speak for the first time, they would think her weak, but she was not. In fact, Diana was a very strong witch. She was powerful, bold and thirsty for knowledge of all corners of the dark arts, as was I when I was young." He stopped and thought to himself for a moment, then spoke again, "You remind me of her."

He thought he saw a shadow of a smile from her, before it was wiped away with a curious gaze again. "Due to the recent events that have occurred over the past few months and that fact you have continued to impress me, I think you have deserved the right to know what you did not know before."

"And what is that, Father?"

"How everything began…I believe now is the correct time for you to understand how you came to be Violet Jasmine Riddle. Consider it…a reward for your service to me."

Lord Voldemort glanced at her and noticed it. He noticed the hungry look in her eyes as she stared towards the pensive. He had known this was something she had always wanted. Severus had explained to him that she had constantly asked him about her mother; that she had looked her up in the archives in the Hogwarts library; searched articles and awards to see whether or not her mother had been what everyone had told her. Violet was dying to know more about her mother, and why should he deprive her of that any longer?

"Every so often, I will call on you to return to this house, and dive into the pensive. Each bottle is from my own memory. They will tell you every detail you need to know. It will definitely fill any blanks, clear any doubts and conclude all theories…." He continued to watch her, "It will tell you things you have been urging to know and things you might not want to know…."

"When do I get to see them, Father?" She asked, not looking at him directly.

"You will see the first one tonight. Go."

Violet stood up as Nagini slunk off her lap, and went to the pensive. Her face lit up above the white and blue light; her eyes fixated on the substance in the bowl. Her hands clutched at the sides of the bowl, and she seemed a bit anxious. When she looked up at him finally, he nodded.

He turned away the moment she was gone.