'She's beautiful' Voldemort thought fondly as he looked down at his little girl who was slumbering in her crib. So many things had happened to reach this point, but Voldemort didn't care, because now he was with the person who he loved, and he had a child. Everything about her was so presious, and so unreal, including her name. Iris Tiva Riddle Quirrell. The little girl turned in her sleep, and her thumb went into her mouth. Voldemort chuckled, and reached down to caress her smooth cheek. Voldemort heard the door open, and click closed softly, and he felt a pair of arms warp around his torso.
"You alright?" Quirrell's voice softly whispered into his ear, and Voldemort nodded.
"How can I not be?" He asked quietly. "We're together, and we have a beautiful little girl."
"Yeah" Quirrell murmmered. "And just think, some day she'll be going to school, start dating, and even get married."
"I'm okay with school, but she's not allowed to date until I've been dead for about, twenty years." Quirrell chuckled and removed his arms from Voldemort's torso, to his dispair.
"I'm off to bed, I've got work tomorrow."
"I'll come with you." Voldemort said as he turned to leave his daughter, but the pair didn't get far before Iris started to wail. Quirrell gave Voldemort a pleading look that Voldemort couldn't say no too, and with a sigh turned to attend to his daughter.
Near the small house that was near the sea a hooded figure stood staring at the house.
"Soon" a voice said from beneith the hood, and then the figure danced away.
CLIFFHANGER! HAHAHAHAHA! Oh man I'm just so evil. So yeah. I don't know if the daughter got a name, so I gave her one. Iris because when Quirrell rules the world he'll plant flowers, and Tiva because it means dance.