Background Info: Alternate Universe, OC. No Slash.

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Prologue

Lord Voldemort never liked babies, he could never stand the younger ones crying and wailing in the orphanage when he was younger. He would force them to shut up until he could have some peace – scaring them senseless was just a bonus.

Tom Riddle was disgusted at the thought of raising a child. Never! It was preposterous. It was pointless. It was much easier to find a way to force this upon Albus Dumbledore, the old fool.
He looked down at the baby in his arms – a girl – and thankfully, she was not crying. Good, girls were quieter than boys, and much more obedient.

Lord Voldemort had known that he was in dire need of an Heir. Someone with a fresh slate, someone with no history or past – someone who would fool that gullible Albus Dumbledore into letting Voldemort's blood wander freely within the castle! The castle that was impenetrable.

Lord Voldemort felt the infant's magical core. It was a natural blend – of the Dark Magic of her mother, and the natural Light Magic of a human. He was slightly horrified at the conclusion that humans could only bear Light magic, no matter how Dark their parents were. He had found a way past both obstacles, which resulted into this.

Lord Voldemort let out a sly smile. The child would be a natural in Dark Magic, he mused, which would be a remarkable addition to the variables of his plan.

The name was another matter… Lord Voldemort frowned, mulling it over. He'd had nine months with that lamia to think of a name. The lamia had given birth to his child – this girl, his Heiress.
Alventine Helting, he decided firmly. It was a rather nice name, and it was something that would spite that infuriating Dumbledore. He would not use Riddle, the name was disgusting, and too obvious.

Now, the plan to destroy the weapon against him…which one should he choose?

Another sly-like smile found its way onto the feared Dark Lord's still handsome, dark face. Dumbledore would never figure this plan out...

Lord Voldemort gave the infant to Lucius Malfoy. "Take it," he said silkily. " And Lucius, don't drop it, either. " He said lazily.

Malfoy looked alarmed at the sight of the girl. Voldemort could hear what the man was thinking, couldn't that idiot shut up? It gave a natural Leglimens a headache: I have a son her age – they'll be in school together! My son and the Dark Lord's daughter – it's an honor.

Voldemort curled his lip as he stalked away, his robes billowing out behind him like steam from the Hogwarts Express. You'd better believe that you're being granted an honor, you fool, he smirked inwardly, torturing other people was entertaining, but fooling servants was a nice change. He needed to use it more often.

Tom Riddle slammed the door shut behind him with a flick of his wand, entering an empty and dusty old place. He needed to do some more... accurate planning, after he called Wormtail to clean the place up of course, how on earth could he think in such a disgusting place?

.A.H.R.

Dumbledore,
This is Alventine Helting. She is the daughter of someone you know quite well. Lord Voldemort has decided to make an Heir. But we found her and took her, so hope she will not be raised in the Dark Lord's care.
Please look after her well.

- Regulus Black

The ancient man stroked his beard thoughtfully, examining the note over again. The youngest Black child had become a Death Eater, then… Had he defected? He appeared to have stolen the child and brought it to Hogwarts…

But yet again, Albus Dumbledore mused, this could be a ploy…

Albus stared at the child in the bundle by his feet. Her face was so innocent, so pure, so full of need and love… This was the offspring of malicious Lord Voldemort? Dumbledore could hardly believe it. He leaned down and picked her up in his arms.

Alventine Helting made a giggling noise, sounding very taken with Albus's tickling beard. The sound was very touching to Albus's heart, and he began to think of the shaped future. His eyes twinkled with mirth.

"Perhaps she has a chance," he murmured. "It was not her fault, after all…"

The girl was looking around in the corridor, looking very calm in this new environment, which was very unnatural among children.

Ah…I should have guessed, Albus sighed inwardly.

She's a Child of Hogwarts. This would make things much more complicated.

"Albus, who is this?"

Albus Dumbledore's colleague and deputy, Professor McGonagall hurried over, still slightly tipsy from last night's celebrations. "Surely it isn't Harry Potter, I distinctly remember-"

"No, no, Minerva – but she may be equally important." The tall ancient Headmaster of Hogwarts said, looking down at the bundle in his arms. "Minerva, listen to me carefully. This infant's magic is half dark." Minerva stared at the child suspiciously. "But if taught carefully, she would be a marvelous young witch, don't you think Minerva?"

McGonagall furrowed her brow. "If you say so, Albus," she murmured uncertainly.

"Won't you, Alventine?" Albus cooed at the child. "You'll be a marvelous young witch…"

He peered at the dark haired baby playing with his beard in his arms, smiling slightly.

"Are we raising her at Hogwarts, Albus?" Minerva McGonagall had long since known not to question the Headmaster's many eccentricities, it would only make things more complicated than necessary. The Headmaster chuckled, looking grandfatherly at the young child.

"Oh, I'm afraid so my dear Professor. She had survived the test, and Hogwarts is reluctant to part with her."

Minerva seemed taken aback. And what is that even supposed to mean? McGonagall wondered bemusedly, wondering briefly if Dumbledore was still drunk. However, Minerva McGonagall kept her mouth wisely shut. Since when had Albus Dumbledore ever made sense?

A/N: Thanks to my Beta Reader, NewProphecy! Oh, and Review!