… Prologue …

Summer of 1959- Normandy, France- the countryside- a French country style home.

Tom Riddle slid off his travel cloak as a woman not just a year younger than him closed the bedroom door. "To what do I owe this visit." she spoke in a natural seductive tone. She tossed her honey blonde hair over her shoulder staring at the dashing young man with her piercing Valkyrie blue eyes. Tom leaned against the window in the room.

"Those kids I saw earlier…" he began. The woman frowned and hurried over. "They are none of your concern Tom. We had an agreement. We help each other relieve sexual tension then go our separate ways. Let me use you and I let you use me. That is our deal." she spoke firmly loosening her robes as she spoke revealing her naked body.

Tom eyes widened filling with undisguised lust. "Come to bed darling and forget what you saw. Then when you leave forget me as you always have." she walked back towards the bed curling her finger in a come-hither motion. Tom followed almost dazedly. The woman fell back onto the bed beginning to play with her breasts biting her lip and staring at the man in front of her.

A low growl emitted from Tom's throat and his erection strained to get out of his pants. "Someone's looks quite ready to play. Hurry up. You know how I hate to be kept waiting." the woman on the bed moaned breathily. A hand had begun skimming down her body dipping into the heat between her legs.

Tom began taking his clothes off. "One of these days Dione I'm going to hammer patience and obedience into that pretty little skull of yours." Tom growled leaning down capturing Dione's moaning mouth in a kiss. "I want you completely silent. Not another word, moan, or gasp. Nothing. Am I understood?" he muttered kissing her neck. She nodded automatically closing her mouth.

Tom began to kiss a trail down her writhing body. She was positively sensual grinding against him and when he stopped at her navel her hands knotted in his hair gently pushing him down to her heat which was dripping wet ready for the taking. Tom hummed softly in appreciation kissing the insides of Dione's thighs. Dione opened her mouth and Tom shot her a look. She closed her pouty mouth and tilted her head back as Tom began to lick and nip at her.

He was very good with his tongue. Dione's face was a blushing mess and her head tossed back and forth pleasure washing over her in soft gentle waves. Then hi lips and tongue were gone.

She nearly gasped as he thrust into her with reckless abandon. Her nails raked down Tom's back and he growled pummeling into her so hard the bed creaked as it hit the wall like it was going to break at any second. He flipped the woman over and continued as if this was the start. Dione panted into the pillow sure he couldn't hear her.

She came explosively on him, but he continued through her orgasm as if nothing had happened. He grabbed a fistful of her hair pulling her back to him kissing her as they climaxed together. They flopped onto the bed a panting sweaty mess of tangled limbs. Tom rolled over staring at the ceiling and Dione sat up. She poured them both a glass of wine from the bedside table and handed a glass to Tom then downed hers before refilling it.

Tom sipped his wine slowly staring at the sweat glistening off the woman next to him. He sat up slowly and pulled her face close. "I'm only going to ask you once Dione and I want you to answer me truthfully. Those two kids I saw playing in the yard earlier. Are they mine?" he growled quietly. Dione shivered and she could've sworn his eyes had slightly turned red.

"Yes, they're yours." she answered her voice barely a whisper. Something flickered in his eyes, but it flashed by too fast and was unreadable. "Tell me about them." he demanded. "The eldest, Aiden, was born in 1956. He's a bit on the quiet side. And then there's Carwyn. She was born in 1958." Dione spoke with a warm smile as she talked about her children. "You'll tell me of them often and I'll stop by as much as I can and want to visit them. Also, should you find yourself pregnant again with my child you will tell me, or I will make you wish you had." Tom ran a hand down Dione's body evoking a shiver.

"Yes, ok. As you wish." Dione murmurs not wanting to anger him. Tom pulled Dione onto his lap, so she was straddling him. "I'll talk to them in the morning before I leave, but for now I'm not quite satisfied." he ran his hands over her body his eyes roaming as he slowly became erect again. "I think we can reach some understanding." Dione spoke softly staring at his now raging erection caressing it with her fingertips.

Spring of 1980-

Dione at on the couch in the living room staring at the fireplace while Tom now Lord Voldemort talked to Aiden. There was a storm raging outside and lightning flashed every now and then. Carwyn sat next to her mother humming softly but stopped. "Emily is here." she whispered hopping to her feet. They heard what sounded like two sets of footsteps coming. Dione hurried to the door just in time for Emily to collapse on the porch. She had a child in both arms and lay panting.

Dione called for the others sensing something was wrong with her youngest child. Carwyn and Aiden took the two babies from her arms. When they stood trying to shelter the babies from the rain, they realized Emily was bleeding profusely. "I can't care for them. I need you to raise them mother." Emily pulled two letters from her cloak one addressed to each child. "Who's their father?!" Voldemort demanded. Emily shook her head refusing to answer.

"The eldest one is Amber, and the infant is Isabella. Please take care of them!" Emily pleaded life slowly going out of her dark brown eyes. With a snap of her fingers Dione ordered Carwyn and Aiden inside with the babies. "Who did this to you?" Voldemort held his daughter in his arms. "The childrens' father, but it was an accident. He was trying to help me escape some rogue Aurors. Don't blame him. He's a good man. He doesn't know they're his. He doesn't even remember… He was too drunk to…" Emily began to cough up blood.

Voldemort looked into Emily's eyes and Dione could tell he was searching for her memories. She held her daughter's hand feeling it become colder and colder with every painful breath Emily took. "Make sure they know I love them both more than myself." Emily gasped and she closed her eyes as her life was extinguished. Dione who'd felt the tears welling in her eyes wailed pitifully as she looked at her youngest daughter dead at the age of 20.

Summer of 1981-

Voldemort tapped the table as he looked in the direction of Emily's sleeping children. "What? What is it?" Dione placed her hands over his. "I have arranged for Isabella to marry one of my loyal Death Eaters son. Amber's already been promised to Nott's son, and I thought it best to go ahead and arrange for Isabella's marriage. Shame we don't know who their father is. I'd love to meet the bastard." Voldemort spat the last word.

"Who is she to marry?" Dione asked withdrawing her hands. "The Malfoy's son Draco. Lucius seems eager to please and I think Draco will be most happy to be one of my followers when he's old enough." Voldemort leaned back in his chair. Dione stroked a large python that had slithered into the room lovingly. Voldemort hissed to the snake. "The Malfoy's will be here in a month's time. I want you to be on your best behavior Dione. I want no troubles or mishaps with this arrangement.

Spring of 1986-

Isabella took off her shoes at the base of a tree and began climbing. She was supposed to be playing with Draco, but he was off playing with Blaise and Theodore. She didn't care. He was nice to her but today she wanted to just climb trees and look at the view of the land that Malfoy Manor sat on. She breathed in the fresh air and took in the green of the land.

"She seems nice enough Draco. Not to mention she's pretty cute." Theodore sounded as if they'd been talking about this topic for a while now. "She's only attractive because her grandmother is a Veela. Don't be misled by Amber or Isabella." Draco scoffed flopping onto the grass. They hadn't spotted Isabella in the tree and thankfully she'd taken her shoes with her.

"If I'm perfectly honest Izzie is a good friend, but I don't want to marry her. I think I'll marry someone else. I don't care about the arrangement." Draco smirked haughtily. Isabella stiffened and felt her face heat up and tears welled up in her dark brown eyes. "Do you really mean that Draco?" Blaise asked plucking blades of grass. "Maybe. For now, mother says I have to be nice to her because she's the Dark Lord's granddaughter. Father says they don't even know who her father is. It's a shame really." Draco sneered.

Isabella stayed where she sat crouched in the tree long after the boys had left, tears streaming down her face. She slowly climbed down the tree. Amber was waiting at the base of the tree. Isabella rushed into her sister's arms sniffling. "What happened Izzie?" Amber asked. "I scraped my knee." Isabella lied partially. She was used to getting scrapes and bruises from climbing but Draco's words had hurt her more.

Amber led Isabella back up to the manor. Their grandmother was beside herself with worry and rushed over as they shuffled inside. "What happened?" Dione asked. Isabella launched into Dione's arms renewed tears splashing onto her cheeks. Amber explained what happened once Isabella had calmed down. Isabella stayed quiet for the rest of their visit and mostly stared outside from the window.

Spring of 1990-

Isabella splashed in the river near her grandmother's home with Amber and Pansy. The girls giggled and splashed each other with cool and refreshing water. They heard footsteps approach. Draco, Blaise, and Theo approached slowly. Isabella crouched down in the water as Pansy and Amber splashed out to greet the three boys. Isabella circled her finger in the water ignoring the looks Draco shot her every now and then.

Isabella stood watching her feet underneath the clear water as she walked. She could hear the others going back up to the house and figured lunch must be ready. She turned and made her way to the shore and froze. Draco crouched in front of her staring at her with his grey eyes. "What's wrong with you?" he demanded. Isabella ignored him and stepped out of the river.

"I do not know what you mean Draco." Isabella walked just out of his reach as she gathered her shoes and towel. Draco hurried after her. "I've noticed for a while now that you've been avoiding me. We don't talk anymore or at least not as much as we used to and you're always giving excuses as to why we can't hang out." Draco grabbed Isabella's hand. Isabella stared at his hand over hers. 'Are we friends?' she wondered in her head.

"Just hang out with me for a little while. Show me something you like to do." Draco smiled at her, but his smile no longer made her feel happy. Still, she nodded and after lunch she led him into the garden and to a patch of tall trees. Draco eyed the trees with disdain then stared in shock as Isabella began to climb higher and higher. "Come on, or are you scared?!" she called down teasingly a hint of annoyance in her voice.

Draco rolled his shoulders back and climbed placing his hands and feet exactly where she'd put hers. He leaned back when he'd finally made it up to where she sat. She adjusted him so he was sitting safely on a branch, and they could see for miles. "This is my thinking tree. I come here to clear my head." Isabella whispered softly taking in the scenery. Draco took in the scenery and jumped when he heard shuffling.

Isabella had climbed a bit further up and was climbing back down with several green apples in her shirt. "Here." she tossed him an apple and took a bite of an apple. She looked relaxed for the first time in a while Draco noticed. He forced himself to tear his eyes away from the pretty girl and focus back on the view. "We start school soon. Are you ready?" he asked trying to make conversation.

Isabella let the apple core drop to the ground. "I guess. I don't know. I don't know if I'll be comfortable in school. I'm so used to being in the countryside. I'm worried I might not be as smart as the others." Isabella admitted shyly. Draco reached out and held her hand. "Izzie you're much smarter than you realize. Don't be silly." he ruffles her hair, and she smiles.