Lord Voldemort's Daughter
Caroline McGlinchey
Disclaimer – I own nothing, property of JK and Warner Bros.

A woman cries out in pain, she puts a hand on the cold stone floor to steady herself, but fails and falls to the ground. Hulling herself up into a sitting position she looks down at her blood stained robes, which were also covered in dirt. She was blinded then by the sweat in her eyes and the aching in her swollen belly. Alone in the dark cell, there was no one around to help her or ease her pain. The woman cursed his name, and her own, and this thing inside her trying to get out. This was a child created by hatred and malice, nothing good would come of it. She thought about killing the child many times before, but could not bring herself to do it. She thought back thinking about times before the war. This brought her slight comfort in her hour of need. Seeing the green grass, the shimmering lake and the haunting lull of the forest, but it was a dream taken away by another sudden sharp pain. She couldn't take it any longer; she couldn't keep it in, it wanted out. After an hour of trying to push it out a tall hooded figure stepped in her room, their face was hidden by a mask, such a grotesque mask. It made her shudder and squirm; she could only imagine what was coming. The Death Eater sat down beside her.
"Relax, it will all be over soon," said the lips that were barley visible under the mask. There was a loud BANG! Followed by some shouting in the distance, but it was drowned out by a growing silence. She felt a sting on her right arm and everything grew black as the darkest midnight.
She awoke in a dazed state; she was in a different room now. It was such a contrast to where she was, it took her a while to adjust her eyes. The room was white with a green boarder. There were flowers in a vase on top of a table, and some chocolates beside it. Just then she heard a familiar voice,
"Minerva my dear, you are awake I thought you were not going to come around" he said with a soft smile. Albus Dumbledore, who was now head of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardary, was looking at the younger woman with a mixture of sadness and concern. Minerva herself found she couldn't get any words out; she just looked at the window and tried to re-group her thoughts. All she could remember was pain, but there was no pain now, just a strange feeling of emptiness and an even stranger feeling of loneliness.
"What happened?" was all she could muster. It was Albus' turn to look at the window this time.
"From the information we have gathered regarding your particular situation, we have found that you were pregnant, but your baby was taken from you the night we invaded Voldemort's premises. We found no baby only you, we presume it's dead, you were incredibly lucky not to be killed my dear. You have been asleep for 3 days now."
Minerva took her time and went over all his information in her head, she recalled the last year, all she had went through, and she finally looked at Dumbledore and smiled.
"Everything is as it should be. What about the Dark Lord?" Dumbledore looked strangely at her choice of words at her loss, but continued to tell her the events that took place on the night when Harry Potter stopped the Dark Lord.

Next chapter – we return to the story 15 years later.