Prologue
November 16th, 1980
It was early morning when Jun Parkinson gave birth to a dark haired, pale skinned baby girl. There was sweat that was cascading down her face and the long hours of labor had taken a toll on the young woman. Her own black hair was matted down on her head and her beautiful dark hued eyes were tired, but she had a warmth to her features nonetheless for she had finally had her baby girl. She had a few miscarriages before but finally she had a baby, and heir.
She had barely looked up from her baby in her arms when the bedroom door opened, and her husband came wandering into the room. Jun gave the man a soft smile but the man with too fat skin and quite chubby had a look that let her know there was something that would benefit him and the family but wouldn't benefit her or her daughter. She nervously glanced down at her daughter, whom she would name Pansy, before she looked back up.
"Victor–"
Jun barely had said his name when her blood ran cold as another figure came wandering into the room. She peered at the tall, thin and bone white man with almost snake-like features upon his face who appeared in the room while dressed in elegant black robes. He turned his head, his bald head highlighting his snake shaped eyes, slit nostrils and thin pressed lips. He came drifting towards her and she almost held Pansy tighter against her to try and ward the dark wizard away from her.
"Congratulations on your new daughter, Lady Parkinson. I have to give you an offer you can't refuse," the man said, in a way that let Jun know he meant that she wouldn't refuse because she would suffer the consequences for denying him this.
"Thank you, my lord."
The wizard was named Lord Voldemort, or the dark lord to his followers. His faithful followers were named Death Eaters and he was determined for only those who had magic in their family for generations to be in the wizarding world. Those that weren't magical, Muggles, should never know of their existence. Especially those that were the first witch/wizard of their family, Muggle Borns. They shouldn't go to any of the witchcraft and wizardry schools.
"I would be honored to hear your offer," Jun added, making the wizard in front of her give her a shark-like smirk. On the inside Jun felt her body become even colder, as though dry ice was coating her blood cells.
"I come to ask for a betrothal for your daughter and I when she reaches the age eighteen. I wish to have a dark lady, one who will bear children for me," Lord Voldemort declared, enough for Jun to open her mouth and tell him over her dead body.
The scary thing was Jun Parkinson knew that if she had said that he would send her The Killing Curse (or Adva Kedavra) and her daughter would still be forced to become betrothed to the dark lord. The woman felt tears rise up in her tear ducts, but she blinked them away, quietly hoping that Pansy would forgive her when she would be older.
"I accept your offer."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I just randomly was in the mood for Voldemort/Pansy Parkinson. I don't know if I'll restore his 'looks' for Pansy in the end, but this isn't going to be a story where Voldemort falls in love with Pansy. This isn't a happy story; I can promise you that. I hope you will give the fanfiction a chance.
-Emmy
as always: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me
