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She nodded, taking his hand and placing it on her stomach. "I just found out, I'm a month along."

There came a knock on the door, "Snape?" called Wormtail, "The dark Lord wishes to see you, and the woman."

"Alright." he called out.

She looked at him, her eyes wide. "What do I do?" she whispered.

"Give me your hand." He said as he took out his small silver dagger. "Hold still." Snape made a small cut in the palm of her right hand and then his own. He took her bleeding hand in his and held both of them over a small bottle of potion he had removed from his pocket. The blood dripped into the liquid and sank slowly to the bottom. "Drink it." he said as he magically healed the wounds on their hands. "It will protect the baby from harm."

"Thank you."

"Seraphina, despite what I may say or do out there in the presence of others..."

She put a finger to his lips. "I know."

"Are you coming, Snape?"

"Yes, be patient, Wormtail. The woman was dressing." He opened the door. "Come."

"I am not your dog, Snape." she replied.

He grabbed her wrist, "No, but you will come when called."

They arrived in the dark lord's chambers once again, this time however, he had a seat waiting for the woman.

"Tell me about your parents." said Voldemort calmly. "What family are you from?" Again, she did not respond. "Severus, give her a dose of veritaserum."

Snape stepped forward and forced her mouth open. He let three drops fall down her throat before he stepped back. "Done, my Lord."

"Now, your mother, who was she?"

"A squib, Tara Pope."

"She had no children, who was your real mother?"

"She was my real mother."

"What woman gave birth to you?" he growled angrily.

"I only know that her first name was Maryanne."

Voldemort looked deep in thought. "How did you come to live with the squib?"

"My grandmother foresaw my destiny, she thought I would become evil."

"Why?"

"It was foretold that I would do great evil at my father's bidding."

"What do you know of your father?"

"Only that he raped my mother."

"What was his name?"

"I don't..." she blanched, "no, it can't be."

Voldemort stepped towards her and stroked her cheek. "You look just like your mother."

Snape's eyes widened, 'That's why she's a parseltongue, she's a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin.'

"No!"

"I'm afraid so, my dear one." the dark lord said in a falsely sweet tone. "My darling daughter has come home to me at last."

"I will never do your bidding."

"Yes, you will, whether you want to or not, it is your destiny." He turned to Snape. "Severus, you have saved me once again from defeat, first you rid me of that meddling old fool and now you have kept my daughter safe from my own hands. You have proven yourself worthy, I am charging you with two new tasks."

"Of course, my Lord, name them and they will be done."

"You must protect the girl at all costs, protect her from those that may plot against me within our ranks and those who openly seek to defeat me."

Snape nodded. "The second task, my Lord?"

"Plant your seed in her."

"My Lord?"

"Produce an heir, one that I can shape, I fear the girl will never truly be trustworthy. This is a great honor for you, your blood mixing with that of Salazar Slytherin, and my own."

Snape smiled coldly. "Thank you, my Lord."

"No child of mine will ever serve you." said the girl quietly.

"I don't think you have a say in the matter, my dear, besides, you'll have plenty of time to see things my way, nine months at least." Voldemort turned to Snape. "Go, take her now."

"Yes, my Lord." Snape turned to the woman, "Get up, we have work to do."