Ana's holiday flyed by along. Her Godfather Sirius was getting better as a mind healer had been attending to him. She was gravely pissed at Dumbledore. The amount of times her life was in danger in her second year at Hogwarts which was rather eventful seeing as she had to face a grown basilisk thanks to certain someone, whom she had forgiven. She also had a somewhat control on Ginerva Weasley's life asshe had saved it which in some sick twisted way she felt happy about that. Knowing that someone owed her their life.

Her third year Bellatrix Lestrange and the Lestrange twins broke out of Azkaban and had attacked her dormitory, claiming that they would finish her masters work for him. They were honesty a real hassle to deal with. Bellatrix was insane, she was to much of a sadist which Ana liked about her but would never admit it at loud. She able to overcome Bellatrix and the Lestrange thanks to her friends and the new addition to their trio now quadrant, Theodore Nott. Marvolo had started training her, stating that he did not want to be with someone weak and that it would be a disgrace to the Slytherin line if they were to become something more.

She had also faced dementors, soul sucking creatures which made her relieve the day when she survived the AK curse. She had learnt the patronus charm which fueled on your best memories and repelled against the soul sucking creatures.

It was now the morning of July 31st. Her birthday and she had just turned 14. Hermione, Drake and Teddy were here. Ana felt estactic, she was finally 14, she had always hated being the youngest of her friends and they teased her mercilessly. It just wasn't fair. Not that anything was fair.

The floo lit up a sickly green, Ana turned around to see Marvolo step out of the floo gracefully. Everything he done was done gracefully and with proper etiquette but when it came to her wizarding transport she was anything but graceful. Over the last two years Ana and Marvolo's relationship had developed. From time to time there was those accident but not so accident touches from the pair which always caused Ana to blush heavily. There realtionship was nothing like a teacher and a student relationship but something more.

Marvolo held a certain fondness and some other emotions he couldn't place on his fingers yet but he knew that Ana would belong to him and him only. He was already chasing away her suiters because no one touched or looked at what belongs to him. He was a rather possessive man and he did not share and he certainly wouldn't start with Ana. She was his to love in mind, body, soul and magic, his to break and bend.

Ana's eyes lightened up as she saw Marvolo come out the floo. He was dressed well and looked as dashing as always, not one thing was out of line.

"What did you get me this time?" Ana inquired. Ever since the end of her 1st year he had started dropping by and giving her a birthday present and expecting something in return, which she did not mind. She had fished out Marvolo's birthday from Nagini and giving him a present then.

"Tickets to the quidditch world cup." He smirked at Ana, whos mouth was hanging down.

Without a warning, she jumped on, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Have I ever told you that you are my favourite person." She squealed, squeezingthe older man who was staring at her in amusment but was rather distracted mentally as he could feel her breasts on his chest. He had to admit that the brat was filling out rather nicely, she had developed some curves back in her thrid year when Nagini had enlightened him that her 'little hatchling" was becoming a women.

Marvolo dipped his head a bit so his mouth was level with her ear. "As much as I like you on me I don't think you father and Godfather appreciate it much." He whispered into her ear, liking the earlobe and giving a teasing bite which had Ana's breath hitch.

"Would you care if I said you were comfortable and that I like our position." Her smile was quite suggestive despite her not knowing it herself.

"Don't test me brat, I guarantee that you will not like what I can do in this position." He growled at lowly, squeezing her waist before lowering her back onto the carpeted floor.

"Your the best Marvolo."

~New Beginning~

It was the evening of of the Quidditch world cup and Ana and the others were rather excited. It was between Ireland and Bulgaria. The emerald eyed girl could not stop bouncing on her feet and controlling that idiotic grin that kept on threatening to break free.

"Hold on to the Portkey kids." James told the kids.

Ana hated all kind of wizarding transport as they made her feel queezy. They were horrible, she would travel like a muggle if she had any choice but alas not really. When she had told Marvolo that he had sneered at her, using rather colourful language to downgrade the muggles and their technology which bought a good laugh to Ana. Marvolo seemed rather passionate when dissing the muggles.

The game started at 6 in the evening, Ana her the rest of her family and friends had been in ministers box along with the Weasley's, they were undeniably annoying and she seriously wanted to strangle all of the Weasley's except for the twins whom Ana had taken a likeness too.

The quidditch game was rather fun watching with Ireland winning but Krum, Bulgaria's seeker having caught the snitch. It was certainly one hella of a match.

The quadrat made their ways to the tent when screeming was heard and people in black started apprating and throughing dark magic which Ana thrummed in. It was so powerful. She was magic sensitive.

"Come on Ana, we have to get going." Hermione shouted, grabbing the girls hand.

The four friends through spells they new, keeping them strictly neutral or light.

Some time later Ana got separted from the rest of her friends. She could feel powerful, familiar magic. It was intoxicating, just like how it was back in her first year. So dark, so pure, so tainted and so delicious.

She followed the trace of the magic. It had lead her to a man-- no-- it wasn't man. It was hybrid human snake and dare she say, Ana felt that he was beautiful in his own sick, twisted way. His magic reminded her of Marvolo's, which she had realised sometime in her second year that her crimson eyed man was indeed Marvolo. That made her giddy inside. Now going back to the matter at hand, Ana couldn't take her eyes of the human snake hybrid who was throwing 'Avada Kadevra's ' left, right and centre lazily.

The ebony haired girl made her way towards the man, bathing in his dark magic. Her brain was berating her for going to a complete stranger whilst ththe other part urged her on, to satisfy their curiosity.

Once she was in arms reach, she stopped, his magic was cocooning her. Her eyes fluttered closed, her long eye lashes tenderly flittering across ger cheek bones.

"Who are you?" Ana finally breathed out, her eyes once again opening. Familiar crimson eyes clashed with jaded eyes. A wicked smirk flittered across the human snake hybrid.

"Sweet child, do not worry of who I am." Was the mans reply. "But my daring followers know me as Lord Voldemort."

Ana's eyes were wide open. She had heard of Lord Voldemort. He was known to Grindelwald's protège and more powerful than the man himself. Voldemort was the one actually in control as he was more powerful and that Grindelwald was more like his right hand man and just there to cover up who the one in charge actually was.

Lord Voldemort couldn't hide his glee. Sweet little Anastasia, his sweet little Anastasia was addicted to his magic. He already knew that of coursw but her reaction was utterly beautiful when she sensed his magic and let herself get lost in it. Marvolo or Lord Voldemort, as he was in his Lord Voldemort self, he couldn't but help drink in the sight of his sweet Anastasia. She looked so small and lost, like a deer caught on headlights. He knew that the girl respected him. He had after all talked about Lord Voldemort to her when he was in his real form. He knew how much respect she had for him and how highly she viewed him despite his radical approach to how he wanted to get his laws through.

Ana's mind was realing. She was in the presence of Lord Voldemort, the person who Marvolo told her about when she was in her third year, told her stories of what he knew about Lord Voldemort. She could only stare at the man she viewed highly. He was better than Dumbledore for sure and actually did fight for the right stuff to make Wizarding Britain great again.

Voldemort stepped closer to her, brushing her hair away from her face and softly caressing her cheek. His hand was soft and slender despite it being quite pale.

"I'll see you soon my sweet Anastasia." With that being said and a "Morsmodre." he dissaparated leaving a flustered and shocked girl in his wake.

A/N sorry for the late update, my internet was acting up and all and plus I've been rather busy with my GCSE'S being this year.

Well cya on Monday

Ria