Eve looked up, fully expecting to see her father, and almost gasped in surprise at who she saw instead. There, through the door, was none other than Pansy Parkinson, dressed in white heels and a yellow and white polka dot dress that barely went past her upper thigh. Eve, despite all the changes she had gone through, still slipped into the routine that Hermione would do and was ready to yell at the bitch to leave her room when Pansy ran up to her and put her arms around Eve and squealed,

"Welcome Home, Darling Eve. I'm Pansy Parkinson, your new best friend, and dark pureblood consultant. Your father has instructed me that you will need lessons to be the best Dark mistress there is," Pansy paused, surveying the outfit that Eve had put on, "At least you have a sense of fashion. So much to do over the summer before Hogwarts, but I know we can get you through it. By the time I'm done with you, you will be the hottest new witch Britain has ever seen. First things first though, your father commanded that you meet him downstairs where he is currently having a meeting with some of his …advisors. Follow me."

Slightly confused on what just happened, Eve followed Pansy down the flights of stairs and tried to listen to her rambling of how she was lucky that Eve was already gorgeous and how many wizards would be interested in her at school. This was apparently how Pansy really acted, at least toward those of her own age and status. Eve actually had to smile at the fact that she was rather enjoying Pansy, at least for the time being. As they reached the meeting room, they saw two people leaving- Lucius and Draco Malfoy to be exact. Eve traveled her eyes over the two very handsome men and smirked at the way both of them were appraising her body. Draco hadn't changed since the two days she last saw him on the train as Hermione, but now she was openly able to look and admire him. He was a good five inches taller than her, steel grey eyes mirroring a sense of satisfaction of being looked at, with his pale skin contrasting nicely to the green robes he was wearing. The two men just gave bows to Even and Pansy joined them as they walked down the corridor. Eve knocked on the door, and found Voldemort standing at Pensive.

"Good Morning, Daughter. Come over here," he lazily drawled, " let see your intoxicating beauty." Eve's heart rushed as she heard these words and came by his side. His cold hands hands traveled up and down her arms and back, drawing her in, as almost like giving her a hug. He gave a short coarse laugh, as he read his daughter's thoughts, and whispered into her ear, "What should a father do when his daughter thinks such forbidden thoughts?" He pushed Eve towards the table and kissed her deeply on the lips, biting them and drawing blood. He vanished her dress off her body in an instant and it seemed to Eve like his hands were suddenly everywhere- pinching, pulling, twisting, poking. Eve moaned, loving that her father could make her feel pleasure in such pain- for that was the way the Dark Lord was. He enjoyed his daughter's moans, feeling the rush of power as he bit her skin, sometimes drawing slight droplets of blood. Eve was getting wetter by the second, and had to hold onto the table for support as her father traveled lower and lower on her body.

"Open your legs, Eve. Open them for me." Eve realized her father was in her mind and revelled at the notion that he was in complete control. Eve did what her father commanded, and no sooner than she did, Voldemort drove in her vagina three fingers, then four- knowing that her virgin body was ripping to mold to his digits. Eve let out a small scream of pain from the attack, but moaned when her father suddenly stopped. She opened her eyes- she had even realized that she had them closed, and saw her father's penis ready at her entrance. She gulped when she saw the size and girth of her father- he was larger than Harry, much larger, and she had only give him a handjob.

"Realize this, Evelyn. I created you for the sole purpose of protecting my spirit. I'm taking your innocence so that you know that you belong to me-body, mind and spirit. I am hardly a giver of love, Daughter, but you will recieve my affection and my punishment when I feel the desire to. You will, as a number of select women do, be at my call shall I need the company of a woman until I no longer want you. You are my bitch, you will always be ready to serve me. Is that understood?"

With those words, Voldemort plunged into her vagina, and pounded into her with a fierce pace as Eve writhed, moaning, and crying, feeling such powerful sensations. Voldemort continued his pace until he came inside her, and looked in her eyes as he told her in her mind, "Evelyn, I have something special planned for you. You will give birth to me a son-of our lineage. Last night when I had uncast the beauty charm, I had also cast a fertility charm, and a growth charm to shorten the 40 weeks into 10 weeks. By August 16th, you should be ready to have my son. You will the recover and be able to attend Hogwarts on time. I shall explain it more at dinner. Now get dressed." He walked back to the Pensive as Eve began to put on her dress. Without looking at her, he said, "Be sure to wear something elegant. Your having dinner with your fiancé, Draco Malfoy, and his family."

Author's Note: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I would love to have reviews to see if you like where this story is going or if you don't, that's okay too. The next chapter will deal with Eve's thoughts on what Voldemort has just placed on her, and a quick peek on what's happening with the Order. Until next time- Morris 21 :)