Hello all, long time, no see. So, I felt like putting up a new story (do not worry, I am still working on the others I have, I just need to get this one out on paper a bit to get it out of my head)
Not Who You Think is my newest story, I won't go into detail about what is about, so you'll just have to read and find out.
I do not own Harry Potter, Twilight, or anything else from this story that looks like it might come from someone else. Bellatrix Riddle (Trixie) however, I do own. She is a creature of my own creation, and a long time OC of mine.
I hope you enjoy the story! (recently rewritten 08/08/2013)
Not Who You Think
- The Prologue -
The man hugged the young child, even while he glared hard at the followers bowed at his feet. Keeping an arm tight around the nine-year-old girl, his other hand moved to stroke her hair, pushing it away from her forehead and behind her ear as his eyes followed the path of the slowly approaching Death Eater, "My Lord," The man's eyes narrowed, "It is time. Dumbledore is growing stronger; we can no longer protect our base like we were once able to. He has manipulated to many into following him." That cursed old fool.
Voldemort sneered at the man in front of him, even as daughter's bright blue eyes shimmered with tears. "Leave. Leave now so I might have a few moments to say good-bye to my child, in peace." It took only a few minutes before every Death Eater had evacuated the room. They knew how hard this was for their leader. First his wife, now he was losing his only child. For a battle he had no desire to fight in the first place? It hardly seemed fair, but nothing in a war came fair. It all came with a steep price.
Tom Riddle wiped the tears from his daughter's eyes, smoothing his thumbs along her cheekbones even as he bent to lightly press a kiss to her smooth forehead, "Hush now, my child. I know you are frightened. But you're strong, and brave. Just like your mother. Just like me. You can survive this, you can survive anything, my Trixie." The little girl nodded, and he gently stroked his hand down her smooth, black hair, "I'll come fetch you, the moment it's safe, I promise."
He finally waved a hand to the couple that had stopped at the door. Bellatrix Lestrange, the namesake for his child, followed in behind the couple, a muggle couple, chosen to take in his daughter because no one would ever believe that Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort, would give his only child to a pair of muggles. Even his followers struggled to accept the idea.
Tom Riddle kissed the top of the girl's head one last time before motioning her towards the couple. The child walked quietly to them, turning to stand between, and slightly in front of them. Her head was raised high, even as a lone tear slipped down her cheek. The woman placed a light hand on her shoulder, as Riddle bowed his head, "Charles and Renee Swan. I have lost much in this battle. Far more than I can justify, but I will not risk losing my only daughter as well. Bellatrix will stay with you, but know this . . . if any harm comes to her . . . you will have me to answer to." The muggles paled, even as Riddle turned his attention to the nine year old. "Bellatrix. My little Trixie. I love you." He said quietly, and the little girl's eyes widened as she saw a tear run down her father's face.
Bellatrix Riddle ran up to him, hugging him one last time with tears gathering in the corner of her eyes, "I love you too, Daddy." She whispered, before Charlie moved towards them, taking the child and gently leading her out of the large room. Lestrange, and Renee Swan followed him, out of the room, out of the house, out of England. And soon they travelled by Portkey, back to America, now with Tom Riddle's child to care for.