Harry potter

Blah, blah, blah you've probably heard this all before but I better say it just in case. None of the characters belong to me 'sept Salimah and her mom, and you have to ask if you want to use her. This is my first HP fanfic (I've written one other fanfic about gargoyles) so no flames! Well on with the story!

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Mixed Jeans

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Place: Voldemorts hideout

The dark room that look like a library had pile upon pile of books that all had some reference to Merlin and were he went after King Arthur died. In the middle of this mess there was a rather short man that was balding and kinda fat. Suddenly a head materialized in front of him.

"Wormtail!" said the head "have you found any helpful information yet?"

"Nnnn-no master" Said the man called Wormtail "nnn-nothing!"

"I will not tolerate this!" said the head belonging to Voldemort. A hand appeared next to the head, holding a wand. "Crucio".

While Wormtail wriggled and writhed on the floor Voldemort was thinking to himself, If my suspicions are true and Merlin is my grandfather then I must find the girl. Another wave of the wand stopped Wormtails convulsions. And with that, the head, hand and wand disappeared into thin air.

Back at the throne room Voldemort was lost in thoughts that didn't include destruction, death, or suffering. Instead, he was thinking of a girl that he had met long ago…

She had lovely black hair, blacker than he had ever seen, (next to him of course) and tanned skin that made her look Asiatic. Last year he had proposed to her, she knew who he was, and he knew that she knew. In fact, she was his most trusted alley.

"Oh tom" she said, "I love you."

"And I you." He replied

"But I have bad news" she looked towards her stomach "I think I'm pregnant."

" That's fine my love, we shall raise it together"

"Dear. You know this is no life for a baby. I think that as soon as it's born we should take it to an orphanage for wizards and witches."

"Do you really think so?" he replied

"Yes. This is the best choice for our baby…"

And so they had. His wife had died giving birth and he had consented to her wishes and sent it to an orphanage. But he had always kept tabs on his daughter all through her school years, right up until she was engaged. The night she was to be married was the day that he had tried to destroy Harry Potter.