PLEASE READ AUTHOR'S NOTE AT END OF PROLOGUE

Prologue

Henriette Jane Potter was beautiful. At only fifteen months, Henriette was one of the most gorgeous babies anyone would lay their eye on. Her head was full of obsidian locks, bellowing around her like a dark halo. Her skin was soft and warm to the touch, and her eyes though closed were framed with long eyelashes. Those eyes of hers were a stunning green, the same shade of the killing curse, Avada Kedavra. She was a lovely little thing, and she was loved.

Lily and James Potter were proud of their daughter, she had done wonderful things so far in her life despite the fact she was still an infant. She was going to grow into a stunning witch. They had gone through hell and back to take her from her biological parents, for the darkness that tainted them should never grow inside of Henrettie. The glamor upon her, which kept her from having those same crimson irises as her biological father, made her resemble more of their own natural daughter despite the fact that Lily was sterile and couldn't have a child naturally.

It was Halloween in Godric Hollow, a small English village that was made of not only witches and wizards but of average non magical folk named Muggles. It was late at night, most of the children in the village had already gotten home and were either eating their Halloween candy or were passed out. Teenagers most likely were sitting in their living rooms with their significant others observing the latest horror movies that had just been released from the theaters.

Lily was upstairs, cradling Henriette in her arms and humming softly to her. She had never imagined she would become a mother after all. She had tried her hardest to become pregnant and had lost hope, until an undercover informant for the light order had come back from a dark order meeting, and proclaimed that the dark lord, Lord Voldemort, had indeed impregnated his dark lady and right-hand man (well technically woman), Bellatrix Lestrange.

The light order attacked the dark order as a distraction and Lily, along with James were able to swoop in and save little Henriette from the dark lord and lady. She was going to be able to have a true childhood and know what it was like to actually be loved. She wasn't going to be a pawn for the future, Henriette would never have to worry about anything as long as they were around.

Or at least that was what they had thought, before the front door was blasted off the hinges, revealing a tall and bony figure coming through the now open doorway. He was white, as white and pale as shredded snakeskin. His cheekbones were high, aristocratic and his snake-like eyes were a brilliant ruby red. His arms were long, and his fingers were bony, he was bald, and it only heightened his aristocratic cheekbones and chin.

Once upon a time he was gorgeous, but then again there were people who found him gorgeous despite him not having a nose–such as his faithful, adorning wife and dark lady. He honestly couldn't care though, his looks weren't supposed to sway you into falling into bed with him, he was supposed to have you fear him.

Without hesitation he reached his hand up that held his wand and snapped it towards the bespeckled man with oil black hair, warm brown eyes, and tanned skin. James Potter. The man who had made sure to murder his precious daughter, and then have the audacity to have a daughter themselves. He was going to kill that infant, just like they had killed his.

The emerald, green ray of magic hit the younger wizard and sent him sprawling back, dead before he could even hit the ground. Voldemort smirked at the man before he went past him and glided up the stairs, taking his time. He knew the light order would arrive, but he would be gone by the time they would have time to properly attack him. He would take two of their most valuable members and destroy them along with this child.

Going up the stairs, Voldemort found the one room that was closed and locked. He merely wandlessly unlocked the door and went through the door into the nursery. Everything was pink, frilly, lacy, it was disgusting. It was exactly the opposite of what his daughter's nursery had been when she had been alive. She had emerald and black and silver, as was the tradition of her bloodline. There was even a baby snake that had come from his own snake, Nagini, that had been born to make sure to protect Voldemort's daughter.

Entering the nursery, Voldemort was also welcomed with a young pale woman with vibrant red hair and freckles all over her face. She was dressed in lounge clothes, just like her husband had been, and was standing in front of the crib as though she were a mother bear prepared to protect her cub. It didn't bring up any emotion except for anger. He and Bellatrix never were able to do this for their own child, yet this disgusting mudblood whore stood in front of him as though she deserved to even bear a child to begin with.

"Avada Kedavra."

The same familiar green beam of magic that had taken away her husband's life hit Lily Potter and made her slam back against the crib in such a strong enough emotion and force that she had broken some of the bars on the side of the crib. She hit the ground with her head lopped to the side, her green eyes showing no warmth there anymore.

Going up to the crib, Voldemort peered down at the harmless babe lying within the pink fabric covered crib. The last thing he thought of was the beautiful laugh that came from his infant daughter, before he raised his wand up and pointed it at Henriette.

Outside a burst of green came from the curtained window, forever twining father and daughter in more ways than one.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm going to be blunt with you, this is a fucked-up fanfiction. Child molestation from Vernon to Henriette. Voldemort and Henriette will enter an incestuous relationship. Intense child abuse. Strong language and scenarios, including torture. So please don't read if you suffer from any of the things above. This is the only warning I'm giving you.

-Emmy

as always: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me