Disclaimer: If you recognize the characters, they aren't mine. Nothing from the Harry Potter universe belongs to me; I'm merely borrowing the concept for my own amusement. I'm making no money from this fiction, and if this story should be similar to any other story, it's merely coincidence.

Author's Note: This is a rework/re-post off of an old account. I had stopped work on this story completely, but come across the chapters recently and reread them. The story was lacking detail, and I found myself confused by parts of it... (never a good thing when you're the person who wrote the story!) so I can only assume how readers must have felt. I know it still won't be perfect, but it will be better!… I hope.

This story will contain some spoilers, but it will also be AU. I'm not following the time line / events from the books, merely working off of them.

This story contains an original character that I am going to try and make quite believable, and do my best to keep from seeming Mary-Sue. I appreciate criticism, but only useful feedback. If you're just having a bad day and want to flame, then I really have no need to hear from you. I know I am not the best writer, hence the reason I never became an English/Lit major. I'm merely writing this story for my amusement, and hopefully the amusement of a few of you out there.

I have a pretty good idea of where this story is going, but should you have an idea don't hesitate to let me know what it is. You never know when writer's block will strike.

Rating: M for mature language, situations and violence.

Dobriy vyecher – good evening

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To create a Horcrux, the spell-caster must have split his or her soul into fragments, so that one fragment can be implanted within the Horcrux while the other is retained in the spell-caster's own body. The act of splitting the soul is accomplished by committing murder, which rips the soul apart.

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Prologue

Mikolva sat in the lush chambers, awaiting the return of her lover. It was a year to the date since she had been chosen to stand by His side, and tonight they would begin trying for an Heir to ensure His success. She looked up when the doors to their chambers opened, smiling as Voldemort entered the room.

"Dobriy vyecher," Mikolva greeted as she stood, the fabric of her robes opening to reveal creamy, smooth skin. Her lips pressed lightly against his cheek before moving along his jaw line, her nose nuzzling the hallow just beneath his ear. "I trust the raid tonight went well?"

Voldemort leaned into her lips, the vibration of her speech soothing. The raid had gone exceptionally well, their work to eradicate all members of the Order of the Phoenix finally underway. "It went well enough, but let us not speak about it now. I am just pleased to be here with you, my love.."

A soft breath left his lips as her hands slipped beneath his robes, slowly sliding them down over his shoulders and off of his body. There was not a doubt in his mind that he'd chosen the right woman to stand by his side. She was from one of the most high ranking pure blood families in Russia, her parents heading their own group of followers to the cause.

All thoughts were swept from his mind as a pair of hands gently pushed him back to the bed, and the remainder of the night was spent with heated flesh pressing against heated flesh as they made love.

Nearly two years later…

Little Ania giggled as she walked across the room, having finally mastered the art of walking… for the most part. Ania walked towards her father's desk before squealing with delight and turning around and running back over to her mother, plopping down in her lap with another giggle.

It was Ania's one year birthday, and she had been spoiled with the attention she received from both parents on this day. Ania was a spitting image of her father in his youth; with her pale creamy skin, jet black hair and brown eyes.

She looked up as her father approached, a hand reaching out to grasp as his robes. The young girl couldn't understand the words that were meant for her mother, which was for the best.

"It's time, my love. The location of Godric's Hallow has finally leaked, and tonight I plan to dispose of that blasted prophecy." He leaned down and gently kissed his wife before picking up Ania who wrapped her arms around his neck, giggling.

Lord Voldemort held onto his daughter for several long moments before pulling her back and gently kissing her forehead. "Behave for your mother, little one." He handed the child back to her mother before leaving; none of them would have ever imagined that it would be his last mission for many, many years to come.