"They found her, my lord." Wormtail informed, bowing to the pale man in the deep maroon arm chair. Voldemort's eyes narrowed as he continued to watch the fire in front of him.

"Bring her in," He said, soft enough to be a whisper but sternness still evident. Seconds passed as the two guards dragged the brunette through the door. She was huffing, clearly annoyed. This was the not the first time Arianna was caught sneaking out. Voldemort stood up and looked at the girl in front of him. Even now, with her temper rising, she reminded him so much of her mother. He quickly blocked the thoughts out of his head as his black heart started to ache.

"UGH, get off of me!" She wiggled out of the arms of the two guards and turned to glare at them. They cringed under her stare and quickly left the room.

"How many times have I told you, if you leave, you have to take someone with you?" His rhetorical question hung in the air. She walked over to the chair he was previously sitting in, and sat down. Voldemort's eyes glimmered with amusement. Moments like this verified that the fiery teenager in front of him was, in fact, his daughter.

If her attitude did not prove so, her appearance surely did the job. Her dark brown hair showered her shoulders in waves. Her posture was one that held itself with great pride and confidence. Her lips were thin but she usually wore red lipstick that made them bigger. Her eyes though, her eyes were her mothers. They were a deep green, which could be described as emerald. Although she was known for being fearless, she could only keep the staring contest for so long. Arianna broke their gaze and murmured, "I'm sorry, father."

Voldemort smiled inwardly at his small victory. Very rarely did she back down; she inherited her mother's stubbornness. He kept up the façade of anger and narrowed his eyes, "If I have to tell you again, you will not like the results." The girl swiftly nodded confirming his tone of voice, and verifying to him silently that this was her last offence. Ari got up from his chair to stand next to her father, still looking down.

"What are the plans for this evening?" She said, doing her best to diffuse the tension and switch to a separate topic. Voldemort sat back down in his chair and continued to look at his daughter. "There is a meeting tonight. It would be nice if you attended. " Ari groaned loudly making Voldemort give out a small chuckle. Teenagers. He thought, rolling his eyes. She sat down in the chair next to his; legs crossed and moved a chess piece that was between the two of them. "I don't understand why you don't just get a cell phone or a computer and have a conference call like the rest of the world." Voldemort snickered and moved the knight up. "Other than the fact that I am not Mudblood with stupid muggle inventions? I enjoy face to face meetings. It instills fear."

"You sound like Hitler." Arianna chuckled and moved a piece to knock out his knight. Realizing he did not understand the reference, she continued with, "Why do I have to go? Your groupies just look at me. Will Draco and Blaise be there?" She despised almost all of the death eaters. The Malfoy and Zambini family were part of the few exceptions.

"They won't be there. I believe they are at school." He said, completely ignoring the first question. They have been over this too many times to count. She was his daughter. She had certain obligations to uphold. There was a brief knock on the large wooden door behind them. Voldemort glanced up as Bellatrix walked through the door, bowing her head when her eyes meet his.

"My Lord, people are starting to arrive." Her tone was one that caused Ari to cringe. She was never a fan of Lestrange and the feelings were mutual. When Ari first arrived at the manor five years ago, she held all of Voldemort's time. Time that was previously spent with Bella, if you know what I mean. Lestrange's devotion to her father was more than just mere infatuation. It was borderline stalker and when she found out the Dark Lord had a child that wasn't with her, she went ape shit. Hence, the ongoing feud between Ari and Bella.

"Thank you, Bellatrix. Arianna, go change. Something presentable would be nice." Voldemort said, casting his daughter a glance that meant business. Ari got up to leave but not before she threw her lovely father a smile and a glare at Bella, causing Voldemort to hold back a laugh, forcing a cough to cover it up. He was well aware of their hostility and he found it amusing, to say the least. As long as it never got violent, he felt no need to interfere. Bella knew her place. Mistress or not.


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