Flash back
The man stood, his back arched over the girl. Her cries could be heard as he watched her shaking in her bed. Whimpering she looked sadly up at the man as he gazed down at her. Moving a hand he stroked her head gently. She was his prized possession and the only thing on earth that mattered to him. His little girl. Toya, Toya Anne Riddle. He sat down on the bed and She crawled slowly and carefully onto his lap as he placed an arm around her. A bullet still lay on her bedside table droplets of blood surrounded it. He could not believe a muggle had dared to shoot his little girl. She had been out on the swing when he had watched him. Drunk and irresponsible he had run into the garden and shot at her. He looked down at her contorted face. He would pay for this. They would all pay, the whole lot of them. He had always disliked muggles for their lack of knowledge and how they did not seem to be useful to the wizarding world in any way. They had made his life a misery as a child and he was not prepared to do that to his little girl. They would pay, he'd make sure of that.
Present
IT was bright and early in the manor as Toya awoke. Stretching she got up and tore open her curtains. She was excited today as she had been promised a place at one of the greatest wizarding schools ever. Hogwarts. She strolled over and peered in the mirror, she admired her face with a frown. Snapping her fingers make up was put on her face. She looked down at the mark on her left forearm. It was a Mark her dad had given her when she was little, it resembled the mark he had lain down on others except hers was different and for a different reason. Those lucky enough to bear her father's mark before the days of his anger had all been given theirs directly to serve him, her's was mainly there to show everyone her place of respect. Instead of a skull there had been placed an R with the same familiar snake around it. Other's would have been upset about this, however she herself loved her father and cherished the marking he, personally, had given her. She had also been blessed in a way with another mark on her lower back clearly showing her last name to anyone who dared to look. It had been place above where her bikini bottoms would be. Sighing she yawned again. Picking up the dressing gown on the back of the door she draped it over her shoulders and walked out. Across the corridor she waltzed daintily down the stairs and into the kitchen. Her father sat at the table newspaper in hand and scowled at the page. "Daddy." She called. He looked up at her, his face brightening at the sight of his daughter. "Honey." He called as she walked over and took a seat on his lap. One of her fathers most trusted followers came and sat down at the table. His long blonde hair hung down slightly in front of his face. She watched as her father ignored his presence. He had wished to have their own house again. Like they had, had together before but it had proved to be to dangerous for her and he had never wanted that. Hoping to gain his trust they had been staying at the Malfoy manor for quite some time of which he was grateful, although he would never admit it to anyone. His followers knew of his daughter but not a word had ever been said. He smiled and watched her as she lent for some toast. Taking a bite out of it she smiled back at him and then turned to Luscious. "Good morning Luscious." He gazed at her from the other end of the table and smiled at her slightly. Reluctantly he brushed the hair out of his face and looked at her. "Good morning Princess." She smiled sweetly at him. He picked up a paper and scowled behind it. He had never understood his lord's affection for his daughter. She was just a girl and one of which they could use. She had proven to be powerful however his lord had never allowed her to be used and the suggestion alone had been forbidden. "Are you excited about school." Voldemort asked his daughter. She had been home schooled for a while and he had finally agreed to stretch and let her attend the school. Her smile widened as she kissed him on the cheek. "You better start getting ready, but there's no need to rush, Draco will wait." Grinning she jumped off of his lap and tore up the stairs and into her room. Grabbing some clothes she deemed sutiable she straightened her long Black hair. She sat up and grabbed a bag and her purse before dashing out the door and down the stairs. At the bottom Draco waited patiently watching her as she sprinted into the kitchen to kiss him goodbye and quickly back over to Draco. Grinning she jumped into his arms as he spun her around in the air. The two had only ever been friends but Draco had always wished for more. He smiled as he gazed at her face. Her smile had always made him happy and it was something he had always looked forward to seeing. Placing her down on the floor he smiled at her. "You ready to go." She shook her head happily and grabbed onto his arm. Taking some flu powder into her hand she walked into the fire place and dropped it. "Diagon Alley."