2nd April 1980
Mordred Riddle, or as he was most commonly known as, the Dark Lord's brother.
Mordred did not take another name, he decided to keep his name. Tom changed his name as he did not want to share the same name as a filthy muggle.
Neither did he. So, he had his friends call him Mordred Gaunt. His friends were mostly Death Eaters. He wasn't a Death Eater, no, he was more than just his brother's servant. He was the man who went with his brother on all missions.
He didn't call him the "Dark Lord", he called him 'Tom'. Tom didn't mind, Mordred had called him by his real name all his life. In front of the other Death Eaters, however, he called him 'Voldemort'.
His son would be the Dark Lord's heir. Who would help him take over the world, or, if Tom must pass, to take over his work. It was a dark night when Tom admitted his fear of dying without someone taking over his work.
"You'd be with me," he had said. "They would have killed you as well."
He couldn't argue with that. Tom was the better wizard. He was skilled himself, but Tom was an amazing wizard.
There was also a prophecy Tom heard of. He didn't tell him all of it, but by the severity in his voice when he told him, Mordred guessed that it was important
So, Mordred kidnapped a woman. Anna Holden was her name. The Holden's were a pure-blood family, and they were fertile. Some of her family were blood-traitors, but Anna's brother, Hebron, was a Death Eater, so the child would have two evil uncles.
Anna was put under the imperius curse. She had not been in her right mind in almost a year.
Her screams echoed through the castle. He had been told the curse wore off. The poor girl had no idea where she was and why she was being ripped apart, trying to get her family's worst enemy's nephew out of her womb.
And she succeeded. He was told he had a son. He immediately decided to name it 'Michael', for no reason what so ever except that he thought of the name Michael as soon as he laid eyes on the child.
Soon, there was another child. A shocker for them all. This time it was a girl. A girl, he thought, what use have a for a girl?
The boy looked like him. He had dark, grey eyes, a pale face and black hair. The girl, however, looked like her mother. She had reddish-brown hair, rose-bud cheeks and an average skintone, but she had his eyes.
As soon as Anna saw him, she glared at him and spat, "why am here?"
He smirked. "You do not know?"
She shook her head, eyes still narrowed at him. "It seems the spell you casted on me has only wore off a couple of hours ago," she said. "And I had no time to ask questions while giving birth to them," she gestured to the children in his arms.
"You do not love them?" he asked, in mock disgust. "Your own children?"
She scoffed. "Of course I love my children," she answered. "Though I wish they were not yours."
His smirk widened. "And what is wrong with me?" He was playing with her now. And she fell for it.
"You are You-Know-Who's brother!" she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was. "You ask me what is wrong with you when you are the brother to the biggest monster in the world!"
Some people might be offended, but Mordred was proud. His brother was a monster and so was he. "You say that as if it is an insult, Anna."
"You have no right to say my name," she spat venomously.
"I am your children's father," he pointed out. "You'd think I'd be allowed to say your name."
She scoffed again. "I did not consent to sleeping with you."
"You're better when your under the imperius curse," he said and he took out his wand.
She pushed down the covers. Despite only giving birth two hours ago, Anna seemed to be able to walk normally.
She sauntered up to him. "I hate you."
"I'm so hurt," he said sarcastically.
She scowled at him. She would have hit him if he didn't have her children in her arms. "Where's my brother?" she asked. "He's here, isn't he?"
"He's downstairs," he answered. "He's waiting to see you. Shall I call him up?"
"Yes," she demanded rudely.
He tutted at her. "Ah, ah, ah," it was as if she was a child and he her parent. He was old enough. "That's no way to speak to your master."
"You are not my master," she said.
"Do you want to see your brother?"
"Yes," upon seeing his smirking face, she added, wanting to see her brother desperately, "please."
He put the children down in their separate cots, he nodded. "Of course," he said. "You only needed to ask."
#1#
"Hebron," she addressed him as he walked into the room.
"I'm so sorry, Anna, this is all my fault," he said.
She didn't have time for yelling at him. He was her only hope, her children's only hope. "There's no one outside, is there?" He shook his head. "So no one's listening to us?" she asked again. He shook his head. "Good, there is something I need to ask you to do."
"What is it?"
She wondered how her sweet, caring brother could become one of them. "I need you to get them out of here," she whispered.
"The children?"
She nodded. She was desperate and he was the only person she could trust. "You can apparate here, can't you?" he nodded. Unfortunately, she didn't have her wand. "Apparate to the Manor, tell Mother that there mine. You can stay there if you want," she fidgetted with the end of her sleeve. "Will you do it?"
"I can't leave you here," he said.
"They'll kill me no matter if you're here or not," she answered. "I'm no use to them anymore. Please."
"Fine," he said. His eyes shot up, he had an idea. "Come with me."
She shook her head. "I can't," she said. "They've put a trace on me."
He sighed. "I'm sorry," he apologised. "For everything. For not getting you out of here soon enough. Of becoming a Death Eater. Everything."
She smiled. She wasn't angry with him anymore. He was going to save her children, how could she be angry at him? "It's okay. I forgive you. Now go."
He nodded, tears in his eyes. He walked over to the children. "What have you named them."
"The boy's Michael," she said. "It suits him. He named him, but I think it fits him well," she looked at the girl. "She's Louise. No reason, I just like the name."
He turned around to look at her, "I'll miss you."
She smiled. "I'll miss you too," her eyes rested on the babies. "And them. I'll miss you all. I love you, Hebron."
"I love you too, sis," and he picked up them both and apparated away.
Not too long after, Mordred came in. He noticed that Hebron and the children were gone. He glared at her and slapped her. She touched her cheek and spat in his face. He grabbed both her arms violently and shook her. "Where are they?" he asked. "Where'd they go?"
She smiled at him and said her last words, two words she was deeply proud of. "They're gone."
#1#
Agnes Holden was shocked when her only son and eldest child, who had deserted their family quite a few years ago, knocked on their door with two children in his arms and tears in his eyes. After being gone for five years, all he said to her was, "they're hers."
She knew who her was as soon as she heard it. "Come inside."
She only caught a glimpse of the children. She noticed immediately that one of them looked like that monster who took her away eleven months ago, but the other looked like her. Sweet Anna, so pure and kind.
They entered the kitchen. He sat down, both babies in his arms. Her husband, Victor, had put down his newspaper as soon as he saw his son come in with two children. He looked at her. He noticed too.
She put on the kettle and got ready some tea. As she waited for it to boil, she sat down in front of Hebron. "Where's Anna?" Victor asked immediately.
"She's still there," he said.
"You left her there?" Agnes asked in complete shock, appalled that her son would leave his only sibling in You-Know-Who's house.
"She wouldn't come," he replied. "She said she had a trace on her."
Victor shook his head. "You disgust us," he spat. "You left us to become a Death Eater."
"I'm sorry," he pleaded.
Agnes sighed. "Victor, he says he's sorry. Hebron, we can never trust you again, you know that?" he nodded. "But that doesn't mean you can't stay here," she met Victor's eyes. "You know things about You-Know-Who that will be useful."
"I'll join the order," he said. "I will. I'll tell them everything I know. I'll help with the twins."
"Did she name them?" Victor asked.
He nodded. "The boy's Michael and the girl's Louise."
Agnes smiled as she gazed into Louise's eyes. "Anna always loved the name Louise. When she was six she had a dog called Louise. Remember, Vic?"
He nodded and smiled as well. "She called her Lulu for short."
Agnes laughed, but soon a deadly silence came over them all.
"Do you think they've killed her?" Agnes questioned Hebron.
He nodded. "She even thinks so herself - thought so herself."
She took in a shaky breath. "We'll have to get a nursery ready for them," Agnes said. "There's loads of spare rooms. Hebron, you'll take back your old room. We haven't thrown out your old stuff. The twins will sleep in separate rooms on either side of me and Victor when there one, but for now we need to find a Moses Basket."
"I'll get one," Victor said. "I'll go to the shop."
"Get some baby milk, nappies, bottles, some toys, a changing mat and a bouncer if you can find one."
He nodded and apparated away.
She got up off her chair and picked up the children from Hebron.
As she left, Hebron said, "Mum, I truly am sorry."
She smiled and nodded. She didn't know how she could trust him. At least he brought the children to her. These babies were all that was left of her.
#1#
The twins grew up at Holden Manor. They were nine now.
They were both opposites of each other. Louise took after their mother in every way save her eyes, but Michael had an evil streak in him. It was just naturally there, they couldn't get it out of him. His eyes, which were grey like Louise's, were cold and empty.
Michael had befriended another wizard in the neibhourhood. His granny had told him to stay away from him, that his family were bad people. Michael didn't listen. Draco seemed like a nice person. So, he met up with him in secret. He had even went over to his house. Mr. Malfoy never asked any questions, he never even asked who Michael's parents were.
Even though You-Know-Who had been dead quite a few years, Agnes and Victor still met up with some of the members. Remus Lupin, who had been Anna's friend when she was in school, came to visit every now and then. Dumbledore sometimes visited as well to make sure the twins were getting along well. He had expressed his fear of Michael turning into a second You-Know-Who. Agnes had been appalled at the notion, but he was right. Michael shared his uncle's obsession with snakes and enjoyed seeing things burn. Once, Agnes saw him in the garden narrowing his eyes at a fly. The fly squirmed and squirmed before falling on the ground, lifeless with green blood pouring out of him. The most frightening thing was that Michael smirked at it. It was the same smirk she remembered Tom Riddle had.
She saw so much of him in Michael. It frightened her. You-Know-Who was gone, he wasn't dead, but he couldn't harm them. It seemed he lived on through Michael.
Louise was the younger twin, the innocent one. She was naive and couldn't see the evil in Michael. Michael showered affection on his younger twin, though he occasionally snapped at her.
"We'll be going to Hogwarts soon," Draco told Michael as he handed him a sweet. "I expect to be in Slytherin. You?"
Michael knew Draco expected him to say Slytherin as well. In truth, he did believe the Sorting Hat would place him in Slytherin. "Slytherin," he said simply, sucking at the sweet.
Draco scowled. "I'm looking forward to Hogwarts," he replied. "To learn magic and all, if only mudbloods weren't allowed." Michael winced. He didn't like the word 'mudblood'. Draco noticed. "If you want to be my friend, Michael, you shouldn't wince at 'mudblood'. Unless your a blood traitor like the filthy Weasleys."
He didn't wince anymore. "No," he said. "I'm not a blood traitor."
Draco smirked. "Good," he approved. "You're learning, unlike that silly family of yours, calling me a bad influence when it's them who's the bad influence. Bet they taught you that 'we're all equal' and 'it doesn't matter what blood status you have'."
Michael nodded. "It's stupid," he lied. "We're better. Us pure-bloods are better than all the filthy... mudbloods."
Draco's smirk only got wider. "You should live with us," he said. "Father wouldn't mind. As long as you wouldn't have to live with the blood traitors."
Still he did not wince. "Grandmother would not like it," Michael stated sadly.
"She needn't know, Michael," Draco replied matter-of-factly. "You can pack your stuff and leave, then come to our house. Leave a note if you must." Michael shook his head. "You want to live with them?" he spat angrily, his face twisted in disgust. "I never thought you were such an idiot."
"There my family," Michael said. "I don't want to leave them. Alright?"
Draco sighed. "Fine," he replied in defeat. "But if you ever want to..."
"I'll pack my stuff and run out of the house," Michael declared. "I know."