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-Prologue-

A lot had changed in ten years. Harry had married Luna and he now taught defense against the dark arts at Hogwarts, where his own son would attend in just a few short years. Ron and Hermione both became aurrors and have two children that Molly watches during the day. Everyone is happy, everyone has moved on, as if the war never happened. Like it was a bad dream long since forgotten, or a horror story one might tell around a fire at summer camp. But not everything was back to normal.

The Weasley family hasn't seen Ginny since the final battle. She wasn't among the dead, so they know she is alive. They know she had a son too, he'd be almost eleven now. But no one knew his name or who his father was. The war killed something in her they'd say. But no one knew exactly what it was. Everyone thought she and Neville were together, and thought he was the father of her son, and they assumed she'd isolated herself when he died in the final battle.

The battle did kill the one man she had ever loved, and she hated Harry for doing that to her. No, she never loved Neville. He was nothing but a pathetic, sniveling, sorry excuse for a pureblood if there ever was one. She never shed a tear over the loss of the bloodtraitor, as a matter of fact she never shed a tear when her own family members were killed. They ignored their blood rite and did not deserve to remain living.

News articles appeared nothing but faint whispers that the Death Eaters were reforming. No one believed they would be stupid enough to try now that their evil Lord was forever dead. People just passed it off as the papers trying to make decent headlines. Maybe if they had paid attention to the ramblings of muggles they could have foreseen the downfall of their perfect world.

Chapter one: A child of a ghost

The September air chilled their bones as Students said goodbye to their parents on platform 9 ¾. The typical chaos swirled around the platform as people rushed in every direction. In the midst of the chaos no one noticed a tall blond woman walking along side an over confident looking first year. She knelt down to him, her silver eyes looking into his cool blue ones. "Remember what I told you love. You're a Slytherin by blood. Your father was the greatest Wizard that ever lived. You look down to no one" She said kissing his forehead. "Mummy loves you very much, and soon your daddy will be home with us" she said smoothing out the boys chocolate brown hair back into place.

"I remember Mother" the small boy said, giving his mother a hug. "Now, write to mummy every day and tell her how you like school" she said as she stood up, ushering him onto the train. "Don't forget Nagini" she told her son, who made a quite hissing noise, telling the snake to follow him. The night of the final battle she had found the snake near the castle all but dead, and thankfully had been able to revive it back to full health. "Don't let anyone hear you talking to her love, they won't understand how you're able to do that" she chided him as they got on the train. "Good bye sweetheart, I'll see you at Christmas" she called as the train pulled out of Kings Cross Station.

One person had heard her though, a Professor who was climbing onto the train to supervise the students. Severus Snape watched over the students boarding the train, snapping at a few who were getting somewhat out of hand. Then he heard her, a woman tell her son he was a Slytherin by blood. His father was the greatest Wizard who ever lived. If that hadn't peaked his curiosity enough when he heard the child speak in parsletongue he went white as a sheet. There were only two men he knew who possessed that skill. One he knew never had children, and he was dead. He knew the Dark Lord had a lover, she had been cloaked and beside him at every meeting. But very few were ever honored enough to know her true identity, at least he thought so. He never knew what happened to most of the lower death eaters after the battle. Plus, the Dark Lord announced to the death eaters that they had a queen only days before the final battle, there is no way this woman could be her. And yet something tugged at the back of his mind. He had seen this woman's face before.

He couldn't stop thinking about that strange woman on the platform, something about her seemed strangely familiar yet he had no idea what it was. It was something in the way she spoke, or the way she walked, he wasn't sure what it was about her that was so familiar. And her son had looked so familiar as well. Like, he'd seen a portrait of him or something. He'd have to bring it up with the Headmaster. Everyone had been shocked when the minister hired Lucius Malfoy as Headmaster, some parents went as far as to take their children out of Hogwarts. But he had been pardoned of all war crimes and surprisingly proved to be a charming and loved educator. By now everyone believed he really had been under the imperious curse.

But he never got a chance to speak to the Headmaster before the feast, and shortly after arriving Professor MaGongall was standing by a stool and the sorting hat, calling out children's names. Everything flowed smoothly, she was down to the last few students when she nearly choked on one of the students names. "Alice Rathbone" she called, wishing there were fewer first years. This list seemed to go on forever. She had been lost in her own thoughts and didn't even hear which house the girl got sorted into. "Thomas Riddle the third" she froze as a young boy moved smoothly to the chair, sitting down, waiting for the hat to be put on his head.

Very few of the students seemed to understand why the teachers had all frozen, as if someone dumped ice water on the occupants of the head table. Tom cleared his throat, looking up at MaGongall. He could name every teacher at Hogwarts, his mother had tutored him at home until he was old enough to go to school. "Professor, am I not to be sorted?" he asked flashing her a charming smile she was all to familiar with. She had gone to school with Tom Riddle, before he became Voldemort. This boy looked like a carbon copy of the boy she had gone to school with. His pale porcelain skin glowed with an unearthly beauty, his chocolate brown hair combed perfectly in place, his cool blue eyes staring intently at her.

"Oh um… Yes, sorry" she mumbled, moving to place the hat on his head. She already knew the answer before she moved. If this really was Tom Riddles son, he'd be sorted into Slytherin. Sure enough, before the hat even touched his head the old accessory screamed "SLYTHERIN!" His housemates broke into loud cheers, surprisingly louder then they applauded any other first year. Tom glided over to the Slytherin table, sitting down between an older fifth year boy, and first year girl. Both seemed in awe of him.

The rest of the feast went by quietly, or at least, there was silence from the head table, and seventh years were whispering among themselves. The feast slowed to a stop as Headmaster Malfoy stood up. "I hope everyone had a wonderful meal. Prefects please lead the first years to their dormitories and we'll see you all in the morning for your first round of classes. We expect this to be a very interesting year" He said, moving his wand from his throat to return his voice to its normal volume.

All the students started shuffling out of the hall, whispering amongst themselves. The younger ones talking about school, and what they planned to do this year. But the older years, sixth and seventh, were all talking about one of the newest additions to Slytherin House.

"I didn't know you-know-who had a bastard kid. Imagine how horrible school is going to be for that poor kid" One Hufflepuff girl whispered to her friend as they passed by the Slytherin table, looking at Tom.

"You don't think that evil spawn will try and follow in his father's footsteps? Hasn't the Wizard World suffered enough?" One Gryffindor whispered, unaware that Tom could hear him. "Come on Michael, he's just a little kid. You can't judge him on who his father is" a girl chided him, glancing at the little boy who stood with the rest of the first year Slytherins. She jumped when she saw him watching her, his eyes boring a hole into her soul. "Come on Michael, lets go" she rushed, pulling her boyfriend out of the hall.

The room slowly emptied as students flooded their dormitories. Once every student was in bed every Professor converged on the teachers lounge, all yelling at once. "Silence!" Lucius yelled over all of them. "One at a time" he said calmly once his staff settled down. "Lucius how could you not tell us that bastard had a kid?" Harry was the first to yell, his temper flaring. "Even after that how could you not tell us his bastard kid was coming here!" Lucius looked at him with an unreadable face. Unlike his predecessor he never let his mask down. Something he was taught very young, you don't show your emotions to anyone. A Slytherin trait.

"Mr. Potter" he said coolly. Typically the headmaster would just use the staff's first names, using their surname was the only way to tell he was annoyed. "He is a child. Who his parents are does not determine who he will be." He said looking Harry directly in the eye. "I would think you of all people would not hold something against another person for something they couldn't control" he said smoothly, shutting Harry right up. "Now I will not hear another word about this again" he said, now addressing the entire staff. "I was unaware you-know-who" It was really silly to keep calling him you-know-who after all these years, but the name still struck fear into so many people. "had a child. Until June when the boy turned 11 and his name appeared in my book I did not know. As for not telling you, I see no reason to inform you any student will be attending my school" he said. "Mr. Riddle is an eleven year old boy and will receive no different treatment then any other student"

The room was silent for a minute, everyone seeming to try and absorb the fact that not only did Lord Voldemort have a child. But his child now attended Hogwarts. "Who is his mother?" Minerva suddenly asked, breaking the silence. Everyone seemed to snap out of their own thoughts at this question. No one had thought about that till she asked. What woman in their right mind would bear the Dark Lords child. A death eater probably, but which one? How could no one know about this until now? Lucius opened the book that contained every child's name who attended Hogwarts. When a child turned eleven his or her magical signature registered and filled out the information in the book. When a child finished school their information disappeared. He looked at the book, the pages blank. "Thomas Riddle" he spoke as ink started to appear on the page. Ink only the headmaster could see.

"Thomas Marvolo Riddle III, born May 2, 1998 in Little Hangleton" Lucius read. Harry looked up. He knew that date. That was the day of the final battle. A day he would remember forever. So Voldemort's lover gave birth to his son the same day he died, and in his own ancestral home. How poetic. Harry tuned in again to what Lucius was saying, wanting to… needing to know more. "Father, Thomas Riddle Jr." he stopped, as his staff went silent. "Lucius, who is the childs mother? What woman is daft enough to carry the dark lords child, then name him after that horrible man?" Minerva asked in a soft breath. Lucius was quite for a minute before looking back at the book. "Mother, Ginevra Riddle"

Everyone looked like they had been physically smacked. "Not Ginny!" Harry said in almost a whisper, shock and pain written on his face as he sank into a plush arm chair. "Ginevra's a common name among purebloods Harry. It's probably not Ginny" Minerva said, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder, though her words sounded weak as if she didn't believe them herself. "Lucius" she whispered, praying that their Ginny hadn't gone to the dark side. "Does it have the mother's maiden name?" she asked, a pleading look in her eyes. "His mother was born Ginevra Molly Weasley" No one noticed he said she was born Ginny Weasley, not her maiden name was Weasley. Not only had their Ginny gone to the dark side, she'd gone as far as one could go. She had the Dark Lords child.

Harry sobbed, this couldn't be true. Ginny had pushed him away in his seventh year. True, he'd been out hunting the dark lord, but she said she didn't want him, she had never wanted him. He'd long since moved on, he was in love with Luna now. But he always carried a little love for Ginny, she was his first love, you can't change those feelings. But she left him, for that ruddy bastard. Not only that, but she married him, they had a child. Now he'd have to teach the child of his lost lover and his worst enemy.

This would prove to be a very interesting school year.