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A/N: Here is the next chapter. Thanks for your reviews! Knowing people enjoy this is the only reason I haven't abandoned it.
The Dark Lord woke up in a extremely foul mood. The mission to liberate his followers had been a huge failure. Between Bella trying to set fire to everything in sight, and Narcissa worrying about dirtying her fabulous robes, the only follower he had managed to break out was Dolohov. The only good thing about the so called mission was the torture he inflicted on the two bints.
I'm surrounded by idiots! Punishing the mudblood should put me in a better mood though, he thought to himself with a smirk, but he was soon shocked to see the girl wasn't in the corner where he had left her!
As a matter of fact the mattress he had left her on, and the chains he had used to keep her there were gone as well!
The mudblood's escaped! If she manages to get back to Hogwarts she will tell everyone that I'm a muggle lover! he thought to himself in horror, and ran as fast as his legs could carry him towards the door, but after almost yanking it off of its hinges, Lord Voldemort was met with a sight that almost gave him cardiac arrest.
Hermione Granger was standing there glaring at him decked out in dark green robes that looked like they cost as much as his entire wardrobe, but that wasn't what set him on edge. What had him almost falling over was the fact that she had a screaming little girl in her arms who looked quite familiar.
"THOMAS MARVOLO RIDDLE!" she screamed at him in a tone that almost made him deaf. "HOW DARE YOU LAY YOUR LAZY ARSE IN BED AND IGNORE OUR DAUGHTER SCREAMING HER LUNGS OUT!"
How dare that filthy muggle speak to me like this! She even has the gall to call me by that name!
"I don't have a daughter," he hissed at her. "Now you are going to give that thing to a house elf to be discarded immediately, and you ar- but he didn't get to finish his sentence, because he soon felt a sharp stinging sensation on his face.
Did that mudblood just slap me!? he thought to himself in shock, and judging by the girl's red face, and hand that currently wasn't holding the baby cocked back for another slap, it definitely appeared that way.
"I can't speak to you right now," she told him in a soft tone of voice that also was quite familiar, and handed him the suddenly silent baby, and all he could do was stand there like a petrified statue. "You are going to spend some time with your daughter whether you like it or not!"
After watching the girl storm into HIS chambers and slam the door, the once might Dark Lord could only stand there stupidy, and stare at the child he was holding.
Thinks she can strike me and get away with it? I'll show her!
"Goodbye child, sorry I never learned your name," and just as he was about to toss the wretched thing down the stairs, a shrill voice suddenly halted him.
"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT RIDDLE!"
How the bloody hell did she know, and why in the name of Salazaar do I feel compelled to obey her? Someone must have put a spell on me! I have to figure this out! he thought to himself, and raced down the stairs with a giggling infant in his arms.
"Daddy go faster!"
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this. Is this reality, or did Voldie have too much to drink? Find out in the next chapter.
I'm surrounded by idiots!