Summary: Harry gets captured just before the fifth year. While in Voldemort's dungeon he meets a young girl who may not be what she seems.

A/N: I know it has been a while. This is the next to the last chapter. I hope you guys have enjoyed this story and thanks for all your support. Enjoy!

Thoughts

Chapter 12: Death of a Father

Alennia turned and looked at her father and tears began to well up in her eyes. She slowly shook her head as she looked at him. Her face had a look of sadness, determination, and regret mixed together.

"I don't want to do this. Surrender and I won't have to." She said as power radiated off of her.

"You know I will never do that. We will fight to the last man. Will you? Are you willing to sacrifice all these people's lives?" Voldemort asked softly.

Alennia tilted her head slightly and her body once again began to glow. White light shot out of her in a wave. Voldemort braced himself then looked up. He looked behind him and saw all his death eaters were passed out on the ground. He looked back toward Alennia and sighed.

"Are you really prepared to kill me?" He asked almost sadly.

"I will do what I must. As will you. That is the one thing we have in common." She said as tears began to stream down her face.

"Yes, I will. I did care for you my daughter. But if you side with them you will have to die." Voldemort said as he put up a shield around him and Alennia.

"Do your worst, Voldemort."

Right after she said this she had to dive to the side to avoid a cutting curse her father sent at her. She quickly fired her own curse back at him, which he sidestepped and shot the cruciatus (spelling?) curse at her. She tried to roll out of the way but was too slow and caught it in the side. She lay on the floor screaming in pain for a few minutes before she realized the curse was lifted and it wasn't her screaming. She sat up and saw Voldemort lying on the floor bathed in a bright white light. She made her way over to him and knelt down.

"You are incredibly strong. Just like me." He coughed out as his body slowly shut down.

"This didn't have to happen." She said sadly as she took his hand.

"We both knew this would happen. We just didn't want to admit it. You would have been a great dark lord. Who knows you still might be."

Those were his last words before he went limp in her arms. She sat there for the next couple minutes as grief swept through her. She cried while the others came over and tried to comfort her. However their words were hollow as she looked down at her hands. She almost see the blood on her hands.

"What have I done?" She said softly.

A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter. I was trying to make Voldemort kinda fatherly while still keeping him in character. I don't know if I succeeded but I tried. R&R