Summary: Hermione daughter has been kidnapped by Lord Voldemort. Now it must take regaining friendships with old classmates and anything else to save this girl from the corruption of Lord Voldemort and even the girl's own father.

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Chapter II

Draco Malfoy awoke at 8:30 sharp that mourning as he had been doing for the last 7 years. He got dressed in black silk robes and headed towards the dinning room at a quarter to nine and his breakfast was served 10 minutes before nine. His days were always filled with this sort of order as any man of his stature and he was indeed a man of great stature. He had no wife nor girlfriend for exception of the occasional escort. He had one of the top jobs at the ministry and owned several successful businesses. He was both respected and feared throughout the magic world and there were many reasons for him to be feared. He was perhaps the most influential deatheator with in Voldemort society. He was known to do the top jobs. In many respects he was feared not only by the Order of Pheonix and other wizards but by deatheators as well.

Which was why that mourning when the dark mark on his left solider began to burn, something he had grown accustomed to over the years. He left his half eaten breakfast without complaint and apperated to join the request of his lord. He was transported to a dark room, and to his surprise all he could see was a little girl sleeping in a bed. She looked around 6 or 7 to be exact with long blond hair identical to his own that. She had pale white skin and a small structured face. She wore muggle clothing, which appalled him. He spent several seconds just examining the child. Before he heard a shrill voice coming behind him.

"Such a beautiful little thing is she not?" Draco turned around to see none other than the Dark Lord himself. He had grown accustomed to hearing this shrill eerie voice. But what surprised him the most was how he was speaking of such fondness to no more than a child, a muggle child at that.

"My Lord" Draco bowed to his master. He quickly tried to glance into his lord's eyes to catch an hint of his intentions. But no, to his surprised there was no malicious look that even suggested the slightest motive to kill and to hurt. A look he had grown accustomed to over the last years. But no, Lord Voldemort appeared to remain indifferently.

"You never answered my question Young Malfoy." He was now no more than 4 hands away from Draco. Draco quickly nodded although inside he dreaded the fact that he was complementing a muggle child.

"Ahh" he said slowly moving away from Draco and pulling a chair next to the girl. "You do not no how important this child is to me" Draco raised his eyebrows and did not say anything. He did his best not to show any emotion. How could a muggle child be of any importants to Voldemort it made no sense.

"With all due respect, may I ask why a muggle child is of any importants to you?' Draco asked his voice trying to maintain normality.

"A muggle child?" He started to laugh a shrilly eerie sound. "You think this is a muggle child? This child is destined to be one of the most powerful witches ever to be recorded, even greater than myself if truth be told. I have waited 7 years for this day. 7 years till I finally meet my little heir." Draco nodded dully. But he was angry, he had always assumed he would consume the responsibility as the next Dark Lord and now this child, this little girl would.

"My Lord," he forced the words out of his mouth, he would not show any glance of jealousy he felt towards this child.

But Voldemort countiued "She takes after her father, don't you think?" What was he suppose to say he had no idea who was the father of this child was. Why would he.

"I don't think I am acquainted with this man you speak of." He had expected an answer but instead got another shrilly laugh.

"I assure you Draco you are will acquainted with this man." Maybe it was voldemort daughter but then again she looked nothing like him. She look like, well she looked like him. But that was impossible was it?

Voldemort examined Draco's every expression. Any minute now he would understand. How could he not the child looked exactly like him, except for her brown eyes which she had taken from her mother along with it the intellect. However he knew that this girl had taken her father's ambition, the same ambition he had, and the same ambition the great Salazar Slytherin had. He saw Draco's eyes widened only slightly. He had figured it out, the girl was his.

"Yes Draco, she is yours." Draco tried to keep a straight face without showing the slightest emotion. But a million questions were popping into his house. How had he not known about her, what was her name, how old she was she. But the question he needed to know most who was this girl's mother?