I do not own Harry Potter!
1980- September 19th
The sun painted the woods into a golden hue. In the peacful land of gold a man stood tall lost in thought. Tom Riddle Jr had many things on his mind; his plan for world domination, getting new recrutes, and haveing to find his mate. Unknown to most Tom was 1/4 veela. His father had been half veela and the gene was passed on to Tom. However for the fifty-three years he had been alive he had not found his mate. He was now looking at any female. He looked at female children aswell since he knew an age reduction spell he could be any age the girl needed. However to know what he needed to do for his mate meant finding her and fast because muggles and muggle-borns were being killed and if she was any of them then she would killedand thus he would die aswell.
He sighed and continued walking. He despertaly wished all of this war could be over and he could just take over the world already. The more they fought the cockier, dumber, and younger his followers got. Lucius Malfoy was already breeding his son to be a follower which meant the boy would be recruted sooner thus another young naive soldier to go off to war. Tom rolled his eyes at the thought of the new generation of Death Eaters. He needed strong brave soldiers not...children.
He continued to walk for some time before coming upon a medow. It was beautiful with wild flowers every where and soft grass. A perfect spot to rest. the dark lord sat down in the soft grass and watched the purple clouds over head. He listend to the sounds of nature for a while. He always seemed to lose track of time when he was alone for it was very rare. His thoughts were switching from veela mates to young warriors to his rising and finally was the war worht it?
"Swad?" (translation: sad?) a bell like vioce asked braking the man from his thoughts. In front of him a brown haired little girl who looked to be about one year old. As soon as his eyes met her's he knew who she was. She was her mate.
"No, I'm not sad. What are you doing out here at this time?" he asked cautiously, he was trying not to frighten the child. She small, even for a one year old, with big brown eyes and in his eyes she was perfect.
"Mum." the ittle girl said pointing towards the houses that stood at the edge of the small medow. He didn't understand exactly how'mum' explained everything, but he played along. Thought the word did get him thinking. the girl was too far from the house. A little thing out here could get hurt. How could her parents even allow her to come outside. He growled softly at the thought of the horros the girl could have run into if she had not seen him.
Decidding that her mother would be worried by now and it was too dangerous for her to take her with him he took the little girl to where the fences started.
"Hermione?" a frantic female vioce yelled.
"Mum the little girl called back struggling toget out of the man's arms. Reluctantly he let her go watching from affar as her mother found her. He smiled slightly thinking of how he finally found his mate.
His Hermione.