Prologue

Lord Voldemort's POV

Lord Voldemort stood outside number four private drive watching silently as Dumbledore dropped the small bundle on the doorstep. What a fool, he thought. Leaving a child, in winter for that matter, was just stupid. And he was even more of a fool for believing that HE, Lord Voldemort, was dead. And by a child? Soon, Dumbledore would realize that he had been betrayed by his little Gryffindors. Well, Gryffindor. Unfortunately, he had underestimated his powers and actually killed James. But no matter. The child, HIS child, was fine. As was Lilly. Not that he cared. However, to keep Severus around he HAD to keep Lilly around. But not for long. No, she was of no use. But he would deal with that matter later.

The child slept peacefully as Dumbledore, once again, put his meddling nose into another child's life. Changing it. Ruining it. And to think people worshiped him. What would they think if they knew he was ABANDONING the savior of the light to dirty muggles.

His anger flared as he watched Dumbledore walk away, leaving HIS child to freeze in the snow. He watched as he walked away, not even knocking on the door. Not that the fool cared for anyone but himself. Dumbledore would get what he deserved. When the time was right, that is. Until then, he would wait. He would stand by and watch as everyone believed they were safe. And then, and only then, he would strike.

His child, his ONLY child, was on a doorstep. Cold. Lonely. But only for a while. He would take him to his rightful home soon. Back at his home with his mother and father.

His mother. How stupid he had been for sleeping with her. However, he was a man, even if others thought he wasn't. He has needs. And she was always beautiful. To him at least. Others thought she was a lunatic. Crazy. Psychotic. Just plain misunderstood was what she really was. Losing your first child could do that to a person. But now she had another child. His child. Yes. They would be a family. Not a normal one, no. They would be a powerful family. The MOST powerful family in the ENTIRE wizarding world.

Voldemort pulled out a tiny gold pocket watch and glanced at it with careful determining eyes before he quietly walked across the street. Hours had passed since Dumbledore had left. And there was no sign of Aurors or stray wizards. Dumbledore was a FOOL to believe in blood charms. He was a fool to believe that a WARD could keep him away from Lilly's pathetic mudblood sister and sniveling husband. He was a fool for many things. But he a fool for mostly believing that he could keep his precious son from him.

His son. HIS son. He liked the sound of that. HIS wife and HIS son. No one would come between them again. Not Hogwarts. Not Dumbledore. Not even Fate.

He glanced at the bundle at his feet before kneeling down and picking up the small babe. Yes. His child. His child birthed by Bellatrix. Bella's and his child. Their child. They would be the best parents this babe ever had.

He turned and slowly walked away from the too perfect, too boring, pain old muggle looking house. Once he was at a safe distance he apparated away to his house. His and Bella's house. With their babe in his arms.