Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, but I get Draco! No, just kidding, she owns the whole thing!
"Did you bring it?" A voice hissed from the darkness. "Of course my Lord, just as you wished," the woman stepped forward, holding a bundle in her arms. The man beside her quickly pulled her back. "Wait one moment, Agatha. In all respect, My Lord, you have kept your side of the deal, have you not?" "Do you doubt me, Mr. Alkar? Well, that is wise, I suppose. You can never be too careful. Even so, you have no reason to worry. I have assured your position as Minister of Magic. You will get your power and money as soon as you give me the child." Mr. Alkar took the baby from his wife and handed it to Voldemort. He held it in front of him, and it squirmed a bit, starting to cry. "You will be a most powerful tool, my dear," Voldemort muttered to himself, placing her in a black and green crib. "Now Wormtail, would you please...dispose... of these worthless parents." Wormtail snickered with glee and dragged Mr. And Mrs. Alkar out of the room. Voldemort turned back to the crib, "Finally, time for the dark mark."
16 years later...
Vanessa stared out the window of her bedroom absentmindedly, daydreaming of the grandest in the house, but one could easily wonder why her father gave her so many expensive things. She hardly ever left the window seat. Her walls were dark forest green, the shelves full of dark magical objects, and her bed canopy was of fine silver silk and black trim. "Slytherin," Voldemort described it, but she had no idea what that even meant. She didn't mind her room; she just wished she could leave the house once in a while. I know how to take care of myself, she thought, everyone is just paranoid. Suddenly, Vanessa heard a noise from her bed. Without blinking she pulled out her wand and pointed it over her shoulder. "SQUEAK!" She hit the mouse up into the air and it landed with a small thud. It did not move again. "WORMTAIL!" She screamed, "WORMTAIL!" He scurried into the room, his nose twitching nervously, "Yes, Miss, what is wrong?" He looked around franticly, hoping the problem would present itself. She growled at him, "I thought I told you to get rid of the mice in this house." He looked worried, very worried. "Miss, I tried, but they keep coming back!" She pointed at her wand and started to speak, but was interrupted by a voice in the doorway. "I see your busy, maybe I should come back later," Voldemort stood there, smiling. "Father! Your back!" Vanessa rushed over and bowed to him. "You were gone so long, I thought you were lost."
Voldemort led her down the hall and into the parlor as they conversed, "The international death eaters meeting was far away, and the whole process took forever, dear. I also had to work out some plans afterward. In fact, these plans concern you." "What plans, Father? Do I get to leave the house?" Vanessa did not bother to conceal her excitement. Her father had been gone for a month on work, and now he was back with good news. She loved helping her father in his attempts to rid the world of stupid half-breeds like Harry Potter. He smiled at her enthusiasm and continued, "Yes, you do get to leave the house. I will explain the details in time, but first, please change into something more suitable for company. We are having a small gathering of friends tonight, to celebrate my home-coming." Vanessa curtsied quickly and ran off to change. Half and hour later, she sat in the parlor in a silver gown with silver ribbons entwined in her long, black hair. She was staring into the fireplace, and jumped when the door- knocker boomed. She stood as the maid opened the entrance, and people started to flood in. Vanessa looked to Voldemort, "A small gathering, Father?" Half the magic world is here she thought as Lucius Malfoy and his wife Narcissa approached them. "My Lord," he said, bowing, "and you Miss Riddle, you are maturing every day. I remember when you were a baby; such a fitful thing. But now you are quite beautiful." Vanessa folded her arms around her chest as Lucius reached to kiss her hand. She absolutely hated him, he disgusted her.
For a while, Vanessa mingled around the party. It began to bore her, so she decided to go to her room. She turned once more to view the event in the doorway. Lucius was talking to a young blonde lady surrounded with empty champagne glasses. She spotted Narcissa about 5 feet away looking quite miserable. Suddenly, Narcissa looked up and met her gaze. She began to walk towards her, and when she reached her she pulled her into an adjacent room. Narcissa held onto her arms and began crying. "Miss Riddle, please spare him, please!" She sobbed. Vanessa looked confused and began to back up, but she pulled her close. "I have heard of our Lord's plan, only you can stop it. Don't kill my son!" Lucius burst through the doorway causing Vanessa to fly back and land painfully on the hard marble floor. He grabbed Narcissa and started pulling the cowering woman away. Before he disappeared around the corner he spoke to Vanessa, "I would have liked to spend more time with you, but I have other things to attend to. Maybe next time then, hmm?" She flinched at his words and waited until he was gone to stand. What in the world is wrong with them? She shook her head and opened the door to find Voldemort standing in front of her. "Come with me," he said solemnly, and not until they were away from the noise of the party did he begin to speak again...