Liona sits in her room, fitted with just about anything she could want... Lucius has spoiled her... She's painting her nails with bright pink polish, covering her mother's blood which is still stuck under her nails. She hums quietly.
Draco walks to her door, noticing the trail of blood leading there... "What happened here?"
Liona blinks, looking up. She's not used to Draco being around. "Momma was didn't wanna be alive anymowe. I hewped hew." Her eyes are unnervingly calm.
Draco raises his eyebrow, not sure he understands, then shakes his head and goes to find Lucius.
A few minutes pass in which Liona finishes painting her nails, still humming sweetly, then Lucius walks into the room with her, shutting the door behind him. "Liona, what did you..."
"I wet hew sweep."
Lucius blinks and leaves Liona alone, following the trail of blood.
Liona's little eyes light up when she sees Voldemort. She runs to him. "Did ja get him? Did you kill Harwy?"
Hours after aquiring his new body, Voldemort has come to retrieve his granddaughter. His grin face answers her question, though if he were thinking of the child, he would wonder how she knew he'd tried.
She frowns. "S'ok, grampa. You'll get him next time."
He blinks down at the three year old and grins, though his defeat has left him still quite a bit disappointed. He cups a hand over her shoulder. "You have much to learn, little one."
She nods excitedly.
