-_-_-_-_-_-_-VOLDEMORT'S POV-_-_-_-_-_-_-
I held the small child…my daughter tightly in my arms, rocking her softly.
"Isabella…" I whisper her name gently. She opens her bright blue eyes, and smiles up at me. I chuckle at her cuteness. I gently run a finger over the raven colored mass of curls on top of her head.
"I told you she would like you," Bellatrix said smiling. I smiled back at her, and then my daughter. I had been rather worried. I wasn't sure how i would feel about a daughter, let alone how she would feel about me. Would take one look at me, and automatically hate me? I knew it was a foolish notion- she's only a baby- she wouldn't hate anybody yet, but still.
I'm about to put her down when she grabs my finger and holds it as tight as she can. She's making leaving her, so much harder. I sighed heavily. Business is business, and I had things to attend too.
I put her down, and she immediately started crying. Is she trying to make this impossible? I picked her up again, and the waterworks stopped. Instead, she smiled up at me. I frowned at her, but that only made her giggle.
"You are going to be such a handful, aren't you?" She giggled again. I shook my head, but couldn't help but smile.
I started rocking her in my arms again, and soon she fell fast asleep. I kissed the top of her forehead, "I love you, Isabella."
I gently put her down in the crib, before I left for the meeting.
-_-_-_-_-_-TwoHoursLater-_-_-_-_-_-_
"Where is she? WHERE IS SHE?" Bellatrix agonizingly screamed at the house-elf. Her eyes mad with anger. With a flick of her wand, she killed the pathetic creature, before sinking to the ground in complete distress.
We had returned home to an empty house- an empty house. Isabella is nowhere to be seen. The useless babysitter already lays mutilated and dead in the middle of the room.
I gritted my teeth in anger- as pure fury ran through me. I shouted endless curses, every which way, before sinking to the ground myself, next to my wife.
Something wet trails down my face, and i grit my teeth even harder as i realize they are tears. No. The Dark Lord does not cry.
I cast a spell on the house to see all who have entered
"Dumbledore," I hiss. I closed my eyes- who knows what he's done with my daughter? I don't imagine he'd kill her- he'd send her off with that pathetic twinkling in his eye to a "better" enviroment.
I finally had a chance to have at a family...How dare he steal from me…How dare he!
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-DUMBLEDORE'S POV-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
I held the sleeping child carefully in my arms.
I did not trust Tom to raise a child of any sorts- the monster she would turn into under his care. I shuddered, and looked down at the child. She looks so peaceful…
"Dumbledore- do you really think this wise? She's still his child…" Severus said, looking rather nervous.
"It is better this way, she will be placed in the care of muggles where she will grow up until Hogwarts," I reply.
She opens her eyes, and looks up into mine.
"Hi Isabella…" I say sweetly. She stares at me- her eyes wide and innocent, before breaking out crying. I slowly try to make her stop, but she only cries louder.
-_-_-_-_-_-VOLDEMORT'S POV-_-_-_-_-_-
I sent my Death Eaters looking for her for days. They found nothing- not a trace. They now kneeled before me; all failures they were.
An idea occurred to me as I sat down in my chair and smiled coldly- I'm going to return this kidnapping favor, add my own dark little twist, kill the babies, mutilate them beyond reconition, than hang them somewhere for all to be seen. Yesss.
"Three children; Go get them," I command them viciously. No one spoke or moved- they just look at me confused.
"My lord?" Severus is the first to ask.
"If Dumbledore wants to take my child, then I'll be damned if I do nothing in retaliation."
-_-_-_-_-_-_-DUMBLEDORE'S POV-_-_-_-_-_-_-
I already sent her off to the muggle world. She cried the entire time- I can only hope she will calm down. Such a distressed baby…what has Tom already done to her?
Minerva rushed into my office, her eyes wide in horror.
"What happened?" I immediately ask, standing up.
"D-Dumbledore, something terrible has happened! Terrible! Come quick- at the ministry,"
My face furrowed in confusion, as well as concerned, as we left for the ministry.
A crowd of people cowered in horror at three little balls hanging on the walls. As I walked closer, a feeling of dread over took me as I noticed they were not balls- but babies. My heart sunk.
They were beyond unrecognizable, just three balls of blood.
Cuts and bruises covered their little bodies. I walked even closer, and saw that they were not just cuts- on each child was a series of letters that spelled out one name.
ISABELLA.
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