The Beginning



"My Lord, the child is born," said a man to another man who was standing next to a fire place gazing into the flames.

"And Krytia?" asked the man next to the fire.

"She is dead. She died shortly after giving birth to your daughter."

"Kill the child."

"But Lord Voldemort-"

"Do as I said Serves," Voldemort said, not showing his true feelings.

"I can't because Lady Krytia but a spell on her," said Serves.

"Then break the spell!"

"I can't. If your daughter dies your power will can't increase then fold."

"What?"

"Lady Krytia told me to tell you that when your daughter reaches the age of fifteen she will have enough power to kill or make you great."

Lord Voldemort turned and walked out of the room and into the room that his wife gave birth to their only child. The servants looked up when he entered and bowed to him. He saw his daughter laying on the bed wiggling around then he looked at the bed where his wife should have been but was not.

"Leave," he commanded.

All the servants left in a hurry and he walked to his daughter and picked her up.

"The only reason you live is to make me powerful," he said.

The baby giggled and smiled causing him to smile, evily.

"It seems you understand what I am saying and accept your fate..." He turned and walked out of the room, with his daughter that would either kill him or bring him to ultimate power.



A girl that looked about nine work up. She was a pretty girl with thick chestnut hair and blue eyes. She sat up from the bed and looked around. She was in a room with a balcony. Servants were running around doing their chores. She got up out of bed and four guards surrounded her. She sighed some always hating their presence.

Three maids walkd to her and the guards let them pass. They dressed her in a black dress with a sivler belt. One maid fasended her hair back out of her face then left as the guards lead her to the Great Hall for breakfast.

She sat down at one end with her guards still surrounding her. There was another man sittind down at the other end.

"Your late," he said.

"I am sorry father. I stayed up late studying," the girl replied.

"Your tudors are saying you keep cursing them."

"That is true. I have to practice my curses on people."

"That is good that you learn all the curses you can. Soon I will let you join us in killing muggles and mudbloods."

"I would enjoy that."

"Lord Voldemort, it is time for her lessons," said Serves walking into the room bowing to them.

"I thought you said she didn't need anymore lessons," Voldemort said.

"True but...." Serves said.

"Do you think you need anymore lessons?" Voldemort asked.

"I think I need one more lesson then I will be finished," said the girl, getting up, and walking over to Serves.

They lefted the room one the doors shut they looked at each other. Serves nodded to her before walking faster, the girl speed up to keep his pace.

"Hurry the path wont be clear much longer," Serves said.

"Thank you, Serves," said the girl, thankfully her father didn't let the guards go with her when she was with Serves.

"Not at all Lady. In here," Serves said leading her through a secret passage that lead out of the castle.

"This is too easy."

"I know. I came down ealier and stunned all the creatures and they are all still out of it," said Serves as he opened the last door that lead to the forest.

They ran untill they got half way out of the forest.

"You know the rest of the way. I will send for you when your are almost fifteen," said Serves.

"I will await your call," said the girl as she ran the rest of the way leaving Serous behind.