Voldemort sat in front of the fire facing his only daughter, who does not look very happy at the moment. Taking a deep breath, he began his tale.
"Nearly six decades ago, I became the most powerful wizard for centuries, of course it wasn't easy, I had to create fear, I had to create hell for every living thing," Voldemort paused there recalling the sweet memories of his past, "everything was perfect, everything was the way I had planned, until the day I met your mother. What happened during that time was not important, so I won't go into the details."
"Eventually, we got married and had you. However your mother feared for your safety, there was many who wanted you dead-,"
"Why would anyone want me dead?"
"I SAID DO NOT INTERUPT; DON'T TRY MY PATIENCE IT'S WANING THIN!"
Hermione recoiled at his words, shutting up and made a mental note to never interrupt him again.
"As I was saying, many of my enemies dearly wanted you died; after all you were my daughter. Your mother loved you very much, one night she took you to the home of her cousins and left you there to grow up with muggles, not knowing what you were or who you were. Your mother was planning to come back to my side, and then everything went wrong."
"First my own curse rebounded on me, making the all powerful Lord Voldemort a mere non-existent thing. What happened to your mother during the next thirteen years I do not know, she didn't wish to speak of it. Three years ago when I was reborn, you could say, I sought her out and brought her back to this very manor to live by my side for the rest of eternity, but her life ended all too soon after..."Voldemort's face truly fasten when he said the last sentence, stopping again for breath.
Hermione was bursting with questions to ask him, but she wasn't sure if he was finished. She tried to hold it in, she even tried biting her tongue, and however words came spilling out her mouth faster than you can say shut up.
"What does that have to do with me? What proof do you have that I'm your daughter? How do I know you're not lying?" Hermione wanted to ramble on and on, but decided it wouldn't be a smart move.
Voldemort looked at his "daughter" for a moment, judging her capability of what, it didn't show, and however he did answer.
"Your mother was a powerful woman, nothing stood in her way if she ever wanted anything. Seventeen years ago she made me promise to never lead you into the dark arts, she wanted you to live what she calls a peaceful life," Voldemort snorted at the thought of a peaceful life for himself.
"Originally we planned for the first born to be my heir, but you were the first born a girl not a boy, so I let your mother have her wish. The agreement was that she had to provide me with a male heir, or else you would be the heir. Unfortunately the little incident regarding Harry Potter happened before we could have any more children, when I was revived; your mother was too...too late in her prime, so according to the agreement now you're my heir."
Hermione sat in her chair flabbergasted, what in the world does he think he's talking about. No way could she be his daughter, let alone his heir.
"First of all what proof do you have that I'm YOUR daughter? Second of all even if I was your daughter there's no way I would want to be your heir."
"Hm... most people would die for the chance to be my heir, but I expected this to happen so that's why Hermione I, as your father, by legal rights have your birth certificate to prove that you're my daughter."
"You what? As if! I bet you forged it, or broke into my parents' house and stole it," Hermione said, "okay, maybe you wouldn't have broken in, but one of your gooneys might have."
Still, Hermione reached out her hand and took the birth certificate, on the bottom written in black ink was her name, Hermione Helen Riddle, is hereby announced the legitimate Daughter of Helen Riddle and Tom Riddle. There it was written in ink, normally Hermione would believe anything that's on paper, but let's face it this is Voldemort we're talking about, and how she can trust him.
"Okay, so you have a flimsy piece of paper. For all I know you used a spell to fake this. I want more proof, something that only my real parents would know."
Voldemort smiled again, the fifth time this evening, it amused him to see his daughter so determined to prove that she wasn't his daughter.
"Hermione, do you have three moles, in a roll, on your bottom?"
Hermione gasped. No one knew about that, not even Mr. and Mrs. Granger. This is not happening.
"But, but…"
Hermione sighed in frustration, how can this be happening to her, why after all these years, why did she have to be his daughter and why did he have to be Voldemort.
"Why, why didn't anyone tell me this, "Hermione finally asked.
"Your mother didn't want you to know, she wanted you to live a normal witch's life."
"Why would anyone want to kill me?" Hermione asked returning to her original question.
"Because you are my daughter if I brought you up then everyone would count on you being a dark witch, therefore it was the easiest to kill you before you became too powerful."
Hermione looked at the floor, she was a very logical person, but right now she just wanted to die.
"So you're going to make me your heir? What about my life, what about my friends, what am I going to tell them?"
"I would have preferred a son, but seeing you're the only one, neither you nor I have much choice in the matter. Your life will change but for the better, I will personally teach you all I know, you will find new friends ones that are in your class, and as for your old friends you will tell them nothing, no one must know. If anyone finds out who you really are, then they would be dead within 24 hours, I assure you that."
Hermione was too shocked by now to say something sensible. A really appealing idea would be to claw his eyes out, chopped them into pieces, throw in the fire and then roast them for dinner, but unfortunately that wasn't an option. She wanted to say something, anything, but before she had the chance, Voldemort spoke again.
"You have a lot of training waiting for you tomorrow. I suggest you get some sleep. We can talk more tomorrow. I assure you, we'll have plenty of opportunity in the future."
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