Title: A Forbidden Love…

Rating: Teen

Spoilers: Post OOtP

Summary: What if Minerva McGonagall had married Tom Riddle all those years ago? What if he willingly let her live her own live while he lead his?

Dinner in the great hall was a subdued affair. Umbridge was gone and Dumbledore was back, but the impending battle with Voldemort weighed heavily on everyone. Suddenly Harry clutched his forehead and moaned.

"What's the matter Harry?" asked Hermione

"My scar is burning really bad."

"Wonder why this time" Ron commented.

Just then Hermione shivered. "Wow is it me or has it gotten really cold in here?"

A startled scream was heard from the Hufflepuff table. All eyes turned to Audrey Jackson and then to where she was pointing. There standing behind Professor Minerva McGonagall, with his long, bony hands on her shoulders stood Lord Voldemort.

"Hello Minerva" he hissed, perfectly aware of the several wands pointed at him.

"Tom" she acknowleged.

His left hand fingered the glowing locket around her neck.

"Tell me does our daughter wear one too?"

Several gasps could be heard from both students and staff over his question.

"Yes, I gave one to her." Minerva replied. "I did as you asked."

"You gave her to muggles?"

"Yes"

"Does she have any magic in her at all?" he inquired.

"Yes"

Voldemort studied Minerva's profile, his hands having unpinned her bun, were running through her long, ebony hair.

"She currently attends Hogwarts."

Minerva swallowed "Yes."

"Let me guess, she's a Gryffindor like her mother."

Minerva nodded.

"Staring at the Ravenclaws isn't helping dearest." He hissed.

"Sorry"

Voldemort perused the students sitting at the Gryffindor table.

"Please tell me she isn't friends with Harry Potter."

"She is."

"Minna!" He hissed.

"Don't blame me, she doesn't know she's adopted. Come on 'Volo, even you have to admit, it wouldn't be fun to be related to you in any house other than Slytherin."

He was quiet for a moment. "You have a point, I suppose."

"Have you figured out who she is yet?" Minerva asked.

"Yes"

"Well?"

Everyone in the great hall was on the edge of their seat except for Dumbledore.

"Hermione Granger."

As soon as her name left his lips, Hermione was surrounded by bright light. When the light faded, Ron and Harry gasped.

"Mione!" Ron said "You look…."

"Gorgeous like her mother" Voldemort finished.

"Come here Hermione."

Hermione, now looking like a younger version of Minerva, hesitated.

"It's ok, Hermione, you're wearing your necklace. Come here." Minerva gently coaxed.

Hermione walked towards the staff table, climbed up the stairs and stopped in front of Voldemort. He studied her and she shuddered when he touched her cheek.

"Tell me, are you the know it all that your mother was?"

"Um….yes"

He turned to Minerva. "Minna, what is the name on her birth certificate?"

"Medea Renae McGonagall. I know you hated Riddle, and I wasn't sure…" She trailed off.

"It's ok my pet. McGonagall is just fine. Minerva Athena and Medea Renae….the two most important women in the world."

He turned towards the others in the great hall. "There will be no mistreatment of my wife and daughter because of their connections to me or there will be consequences!"

During his speech, Hermione had moved away from him and plastered herself to Minerva.

He turned back to them, his hands stroking Minerva's face.

"Take care of our little ones Minna" he said touching Hermione's shoulder and Minerva's stomach.

He saw her eyes widen and he nodded. "I must go, remember I'll always come if you need me." She nodded.

"Dumbledore, I trust you'll take care of them?"

Albus nodded. "As always Tom."

In a flash Voldemort was gone.