Chapter I

It was late at night. She sat at her window, slowly brushing her long, soft hair. A sudden, yet eager knock at her door made her stop.

"Entré," she said softly.

It was a servant. Probably a new one, she thought. He shuffled into her boudoir, slowly looking up.

Staring into her eyes, the servant gasped. He was certain he had never seen a creature so beautiful in his entire life.

She smiled. For a lady of her young age, she was an excellent Legilimens and Occlumens. She already knew why he was here – or at least partly why – but she wanted to find out in the muggle way. She wanted to ask what he wanted. To be able to stick her nose in the air and wave her hand when she was done.

"Well?" she snapped. "There is a reason for this unexpected visit, vrai? You are here to see for yourself that my beauty is beyond that of any other, non?"

"Oui, my Queen," the servant whispered. "Your father wishes to see you immediately."

She sighed. Ever since she had learnt the Unforgivable Curses at the age of seven, her father had been trying desperately to get her to join him.

"Very well," she finally replied. "Tell him I'll be there as soon as possible.

The servant bowed to her as a mark of deep respect. As he left, she sighed once more, diverting her eyes toward the dome shaped ceiling.

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Slowly, she descended the large spiral staircase which led to the Entrance Hall. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she crossed the hall. She stopped in front of two snake statues belonging to her father which had eyes made of crystal.

She studied the crystals for a moment, before speaking slowly in Parseltongue, "Open."

The crystals glowed for a brief second, before the wall behind split open, revealing another spiral spiral staircase. It was smaller than the previous. She walked slowly, taking as much time as she dared, until she reached the dungeon in which her father was waiting.

Her father stood before her; tall thin and pale. He turned around to face her and smiled. She was the only person he could trust eternally. She could see it in his snake-like eyes.

Voldemort smiled and said, "My child, I haven't seen you in such a long time! Viens ici, viens ici, come give your father a hug!"

She smiled and ran to him, giving him the tightest hug he could – and would – ever receive.

He laughed throatily. "Calm down, my child! I'm going to be here for a very long time."

She found this very strange. She could not remember the last time he had laughed sincerely in her presence. He had never even cracked a smile.

She looked up in surprise. "Really? You're going to be here when I leave for Beauxbatons?"

Voldemort sighed. He knew how his daughter would react to the news she was about to receive. She was naturally a fiery red-head, with a temper that matched his own.

"Well," he said, sitting down, "I've been thinking. I believe it is in your best interests to leave Beauxbatons."

"What?", she said disbelievingly. "Is that why you're being so nice? Do you really think that by changing your attitude for the first time in years I will agree to carry out your wicked plan? Non, Papa, I will not go to Hogwarts. I refuse. I am not one of your Death Eaters!" she screamed.

"My love," he said – a little too desperately – "Think about your mother. Don't you think she would have wanted you to help me?"

Queen sank into a chair, thinking about the mother she could not remember. Mary MacDonald had been a friend of Lily Evans when they were still at Hogwarts. Papa had found her living alone in a hut in Albania. She had taken care of him, and in return he protected her from the horrors of the Wizarding World. People began to hear rumours, and soon everyone knew what was going on. Papa had fallen for a muggle-born Gryffindor. Death Eaters and Order members alike were repulsed at such a thought. Nine months later, the shocking news of Mary having a baby reached the ears of the English Wizarding World. He learnt that the baby may even be more powerful and much more evil that her father. That made him very uneasy, as she was born in sync with Harry Potter. She would not be part of the destruction of her father, Albus was sure about that. Voldemort would poison her mind, turning her into one of the darkest Witches the Wizarding World had ever seen.

Queen snapped out of her daydream and answered her father, "No, Father, she wouldn't have wanted me to hurt Harry Potter. I don't want to hurt him. I don't want to become one of your servants. I deserve a life of my own. I don't want to do it."

She sighed, tears forming in her eyes. "I will not stand back and watch you be destroyed by a man if my age. After all, you are my father. Not my master, but my father. I can get out of this deal anytime I want. I am doing this for myself – to stop the pain, and for you. I'll protect the remainder of your life – the one you've broken into little pieces, but cherish so much. That's the only reason I'm doing this. Now, is there anything else before I leave?"

"Yes," Voldemort said, shocked at everything his daughter had just said to him. "Yes. Tuer il."

Chester, Queen's boy-friend, appeared out of no-where. She honestly didn't see why she had to kill him, but she was too tired to argue. She only nodded and said, "I'm really sorry Chester, I have to do this. Avada Kevadra!"