Things weren't the same after that day. They never spoke to each other, never even glanced at each other. They were too afraid to look at each other, afraid to remember that day. Jemima wasn't her usual self. She did brighten up a bit when she saw Draco or Severus, but she was most likely quiet and calm. She was mostly in her room, only coming out for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and to use the bathroom. Voldemort, also, barely left his room. All he thought about was what he did that day and regretting it. So, four months later, he had decided to have a Death Eater's meeting to discuss about what they will do with Potter.
He summoned Severus a few hours before the meeting because he felt that Jemima shouldn't be present during this specific meeting.
"Yes, my Lord?" Severus asked.
"Would you mind taking Jemima for a few hours? I wouldn't like her here for this meeting." he frowned sadly as he said this. He truly missed the five year old.
"Yes, my Lord. Would Hogsmeade be alright?" Severus asked carefully.
Voldemort nodded. "That would be wonderful. She most definitely needs to get out of that bloody room of hers, anyway." he walked over to the bottom of the stairwell and called out for Jemima. "Severus is here, little one!"
Jemima quickly ran out of her room and down the stairs and ran over to Severus. "Uncle Sev!" Severus picked her up and hugged her. Jemima pulled away from the hug and looked at him with a confused expression. "What are you doing here, Uncle Sev?"
Severus chuckled. "What do you mean? Do you not wish me to be here?"
"No!" Jemima answered quickly and gave him a grin. "I'm glad you're here, but why are you?"
Severus sighed. "There is a Death Eater's meeting today, and Voldemort doesn't want you here while the meeting is going on."
"Oh." she mumbled sadly. She looked toward Voldemort and frowned. "Do you still hate me, Tom?"
Voldemort's eyes widened at that question and he frowned. "I never hated you, little one." I've only loved you liked a daughter. "I was just upset and surprised. I've actually taken a liking to this new look." he tried to convince her but her skeptical look proved to him that she didn't believe him one bit. "You have to understand that I was use to looking the way I use to look. And suddenly waking up one morning looking like this really scared me. Just please know that I am not and was not angry with you. And I certainly did not or do not hate you."
Jemima smiled at that answer and jumped down from Severus's arms and ran up to Voldemort who picked her up and the both of them embraced each other, clinging to each other like there was no tomorrow.
They embraced each other for a few more minutes before Jemima got down and walked up to Severus. "Where will we be going, Uncle Sev?"
"Hogsmeade." he replied.
Jemima beamed up at the Potion's Master. "Can I get more sweets?" she asked sheepishly.
Severus chuckled and looked toward Voldemort for confirmation who nodded at the silent question. He looked down at Jemima and nodded.
Jemima squealed loudly causing Voldemort to wince. "Not too much, though." he added quickly.
Jemima pouted at Voldemort. "Aww! Fine!" her eyes then widened as another thought came to mind. "What about Spirit?"
"I'll keep her with me and put a protective charm around her." Voldemort told her.
"I'll go get her then!" she said as she ran up the steps to retrieve Spirit and ran back down the stairs with the puppy running closely behind her.
Spirit had immensely grown over the four months. When she was sitting, she reached to Jemima's chest, but when she was standing on her hind legs, she towered over Jemima.
Once Spirit was sitting by Jemima's side, he pulled out his wand and murmured a protection charm over Spirit. A blue hue surrounded her for a few seconds and then it went away.
Jemima patted Spirit on the head and smiled up at Voldemort. "Thank you." she then turned to Spirit. "Be good for me." the puppy barked her answer causing Jemima to smile. "Let's go, Uncle Sev!"
Severus picked her up and was ready to apparate when Voldemort stopped them. "You behave too, Jemima." Jemima giggled and nodded and her and Severus were gone.
%HP%
Everyone was at the meeting except Lucius. Narcissa and Draco were there, though.
"Where is Lucius?" he asked the two other Malfoy's.
"He's not feeling well. He told us to just go and he would stay home." Narcissa replied.
Voldemort didn't believe that one bit. So he prodded Narcissa's mind but got no where, so he tried Draco's. He at least got somewhere. They weren't lying so he nodded to the two Malfoy's and they sat down in their seats.
When everyone was seated, Voldemort stood up from his seat. "I've thought about what I want to do with Potter. But before we can do this, we need his Prophecy from the Ministry."
"When will we be going to get the Prophecy, my Lord?" Bellatrix asked.
"In one month." he answered and they all nodded.
Let's hope we succeed.
%HP%
Severus was walking with Jemima in his arms who was eating Bertie Botts Beans when a flash of green whizzed past his head. Jemima screamed as he looked to where the Killing Curse came from, and what he saw made him see red. Blonde hair.
He pulled out his wand and pointed it towards the man. "Stupefy!" the man dodged the spell. "Expelliarmus!" the man's wand fell to the ground then he picked it up immediately.
Next thing Severus knew was pain. A lot of pain. He could distinctly hear another scream, classifying the scream as Jemima's but he couldn't help but focus on the pain he was feeling. He could feel himself falling to his knees and he could feel Jemima thrashing around violently. He really wanted to help her deal with the pain but he couldn't. Then, unexpectedly, the pain was gone, leaving him panting on his hands and knees. Once his breathing was controlled, he looked down at Jemima, immediately embracing her to his chest. Tears were flowing carelessly down her face, she was panting heavily, and her face was flushed due to not being able to breathe because of the pain.
Once she caught her breath, she uttered words that made his eyes widen. "I want my daddy. I WANT MY DADDY!" more tears began to fall down her face.
At the shout, Severus apparated them to the mansion and shouted, "MY LORD!"
Voldemort was immediately by Jemima's and Severus's side. "What happened?"
Jemima lunged at Voldemort and put her arms and legs around him. "Daddy!" Voldemort's eyes widened and his face paled.
He looked toward Severus, anger evident on his face. "Explain, now!" he ordered Severus.
"Lucius Malfoy."
%HP%
"So, Lucius Malfoy Crucioed the both of you?" Voldemort asked incredulously.
Severus nodded. "But I have this feeling that he was aiming for Jemima and since she's so small, he also hit me."
Jemima was sleeping in Voldemort's bed with Spirit by her side and Voldemort and Severus were sitting in the chairs that were next to his bed so they could watch over her.
Voldemort shook his head and rested it against the palm of his hands, feeling the hair that was now there. "I could imagine the pain she was in." he then put his face in his hands, having the urge to cry for the girl who has changed his life in just five months. "Gods. If I didn't have you take her to Hogsmeade, this wouldn't have happened."
Severus just stayed quiet while the Dark Lord cried. He also felt really bad for the five year old.
No child should have to go through that kind of pain. That thought made Voldemort cry even more. I will get back at Lucius for doing this.
%HP%
"Crucio!" Lucius thrashed around again. He had been Crucioed five times already and he knew why. "Are you going to tell me why you did that!"
Right before Voldemort uttered the Curse again, Lucius spoke up. "Joseph Gray!"
Voldemort's eyebrows furrowed together and he put his wand down. "What about Gray?" he asked. He then thought back to the bright blue eyed man. He had asked him to join him when he was merely 17. The man declined him. He was angry because who would dare decline his offer? So he tried to get Joseph killed when he was just 21, but he failed. So, just five months ago when he found out where Joseph, his wife, and daughter lived, he ordered Lucius and Fenrir to go and kill all three of them.
"Joseph Gray is Jemima's father." Voldemort mumbled to himself.
I have caused another child to lose their parents...
A/N: GASP! :O Lol. I am sorry for not updating in a month. WRITER'S BLOCK! Dx Welp, hope you enjoyed this chapter. :)
Chapter Question: What do you think will happen next?