A/N:Just letting you people know that Voldemorts point of view of girls being manipulated easily is not my point of view got it? Oh and Katrina was supposed to live not die but her sister Rianna saw the future and intervened.
Disclaimer Rowling owns them all. All hail the goddess.


Time is up and the sky is down
Where is the only way I know
All the precious lines, the previous times
There's nothing else below

In the Riddle mansion, Tom Riddle also known as the most evil and ruthless wizard in the world sat. He was Lord Voldemort and was in a good mood. He now had an heir, and his followers had managed to not fuck up this time.
Most people would have thought that Lord Voldemort would have wanted a son for an heir, but a daughter made more sense. A girl could be easily manipulated, controlled. A son would want an empire of his own one day and would try to overthrow him. Murdering your family made for bad morale among the followers.
The child would learn proper etiquette, how to act like the princess she was to become. He had chosen the Neverwinters because even though they had been American, the blood had been pure. The family was old, and had dominant traits such as light skin, dark hair and eyes, and magical ability.
Every pureblood family had its secret shames, but the Neverwinters had less than most.
The only reason that he had killed off the family was because they were dirty muggle and mudblood sympathizers. And they were unquestionably on the light side. It was deliciously sinister to keep the only Neverwinter and turn her dark. A point that he prided himself on.

A movement caught the Dark Lords attention.
"Ah Lucious." His voice hissed out through the hall. "I trust everything is well with the child."
"Master, she is adjusting well considering the....circumstances." Lucious was hesitant to talk about what had occurred with the child, he had seen her expression when he had left earlier. Voldemorts eyes narrowed, trying to decipher his followers tone.
His voice now cold. "What circumstances might those be?" Eyes in slits, flashing crimson.
Lucious fell to his knees, head bowed, just realizing his mistake. His voice soft as a whisper.
"The witness of the witches death, my lord."
"You mean to tell me that my daughter saw you dispose of the witch and her sis..?" The air around Voldemort pulsed with dark magic and malice.
"How am I supposed to get her to accept me if she is terrified?"
"I am terribly sorry my lord." Teeth flashing, a wand was pointed at Malfoy.
"Oh no, not yet Lucious, but you will be. Crucio." The curse brought Malfoy to the ground, his back arching, and voice screaming out apologies. As he started to convulse and his eyes rolled back in his head. The dark lord stopped the curse. Voice rasping
"I apologize my lord." Lucious coughed, his whole body aching as the effects of the dark curse affected his limbs, muscles tightening.
"See to it that nothing more happens to my daughter or you will pay much more dearly Malfoy. Now go." Voldemort waved his wand and the doors to the throne room swung open and closed as the death eater exited.

As soon as the death eater left the room the dark lord arose from his throne, walked over to a tapestry, hissed in parseltongue "Heir Apparent" and a tunnel appeared.
He then walked into the tunnels and hidden passages that filled the Riddle mansion. Stalking through the passages he paused as he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a mirror. Pausing and thinking for a moment he concentrated and his feature morphed into a human mask.
A black haired, green eyed man slowly walked toward the room that held a heartbroken girl.
Lord Voldemort, in his guise of Tom Riddle, calmly walked through the doors and stopped.
The room had glass shattered everywhere. In the middle of all the destruction sat a girl, her head bowed, and her hands resting lightly in her lap.

Tell me who I am
Tell me where I go
My brain begins to swim
but I don't know

Dark cinnamon eyes peeked from under dark waves that veiled her face from view.
They both stared at each other, cinnamon met crimson flecked green eyes calculating.
"Katrina?" He paused as he saw her flinch at the name. "My name is Tom Riddle. I am very sorry that your family." He halted trying to figure out how to delicately put their deaths. "That you had to see Lucious hurt them."
"Hurt makes them sound like they are recovering in a hospital, like they are coming back. They're not! Say what you mean, he murdered them." Ria hissed at the man, intense anger making the air around her spark.
Suddenly her shoulders slumped. "My moms gone, Sebastion, papa.." Her breath hitched. "Kat.." Her eyes widened and her hands flew to her mouth as she realized what she had just carelessly revealed. Tears started streaming down her cheeks.

No illusion, no discovering
nothing left at all

Lord Voldemorts expression remained compassionate, though his thoughts were filled with a gleefilled cackling as he realized that the witch had been betrayed by her own daughter.
"You didn't want to die, just survival instinct. Its one of the most important."
Rias face blanched, her expression shattering. "No it wasn't." She stuttered "I didn't."
Unable to contain his amusement, he patted her shoulder and walked out of the room. As the door closed his shoulders started shaking, dark magic swirled as Lord Voldemort emearged from the face of Tom Riddle, crimson eyes flashing, hissing laughter could be heard in the Riddle Mansion for the first time in months.

Meanwhile back in the shattered room a girl whispered brokenly.

No protection, no assurance
I stumbled, no I fall

"But, I didn't save myself, I did it to save her! I saw..." Slowly curling into a fetal position
"Didn't I?" The question fell unanswered as her teeth bit into her wrist drawing blood to stop from screaming, the question swirling around in her head. Gruesome images, flashing of futures, past and present. In a moment her back arched, Ria flung her head back. "Kat!" Slowly her head bowed again.
"I did what I thought was right please come back!" Tears made her voice hoarse, cracking as she realized the betrayal of her mother by her deception.

Tell me who I am
Tell me where I go
My brain begins to swim
but I don't know

"Thought it was right Kat. I'm so sorry." She whispered as darkness overtook her.