A/N: Tom has fixed the hairpin. Follows An Accident. Tom/Cordelia fluff and Bellamort.

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Daily Drabble Competition: "Ooh, pretty..."

It had actually taken a bit longer than he had expected to repair the silver hairpin. The Black heirloom had had a few charms to resist any alteration and decay, which he first had to research before he could even begin to fix the pieces back together. But now, he had finally finished and it looked as bright and perfect as he remembered it the first time he saw it.

He had been invited to one of the Blacks' usual social events. As one of the most rising influences of his time, it was a given that he should up and grace the party with his presence.

He smiled as he shook Cygnus' hand, before the man beckoned to a young woman standing a few feet away.

As she turned, focusing her black glittering eyes on him, he felt a slight thrum in his chest. She was beautiful, as all the Blacks were, but he felt something more within her. There was a darkness she hid from the world, especially her father, a darkness lying just beneath the surface, waiting to be released with the right push.

"Bellatrix, this is Mr Riddle," Cygnus said.

The corners of her mouth curled as she pulled up her skirts and curtesyed. "A pleasure, Mr Riddle."

Tom held out a hand to capture hers and bring it to his lips. "The pleasure is truly mine, Ms Black."

She nodded, and was about to say something more before another group called her over. "If you'll excuse me," she muttered before she made her exit.

It would be much later that evening when he finally found her again, or at least a part of her. He had been looking for the bathroom when he spotted a small glittering object on the floor - this very hairpin.

He picked it up, turning it over and over in his hand just he was now. He had seen this before but where?

"Ah, you've found it, Mr Riddle," she said, her heels clacking towards him.

He looked up to see the young woman walking towards him, her hair flowing freely in all directions without the hairpin.

He held it out to her and she graciously accepted it, taming her wild curls with the skill of a professional back to its previous state. "Thank you," she said.

"As I said, the pleasure is mine, Ms Black," he said.

She nodded, appearing as if she was about to leave but something told him to keep her here. He looked about them at the surrounding dancers and the live orchestra to the side. "Would you like to dance?" he asked, offering a hand to her.

She bit her lip, both of them knowing she couldn't turn him down, before she took his hand and placed her other on his shoulder.

"Daddy?"

Tom looked up from the pin to see Cordelia standing in the doorway of his bedroom. Upon his command, she came to stand beside him as he sat on the bed.

"Ooh, pretty..." she said, marveling at the hairpin in his hand. Then she smiled up at him, "You fixed it."

Tom nodded, about to drop it back into Bellatrix's jewelry box, before he paused. Then he held it out to her, "You keep it, Cordelia."

Cordelia gasped, her eyes moving between his and the hairpin. "But what if I break it again?"

He shook his hand and gestured her to move closer to him. "You can't break this one," he said as he pulled her curls back and fixed it in her hair.

She stood back and he gave her an appraising look. "It fits you," he said, trying not to see Bellatrix in the little girl's face (though that was always hard to do).

She smiled and threw her arms around his neck. "Thank you, Daddy!"

He wrapped his arms around her. "You're welcome."