AN: Thank you to everyone who reviewed the story. To the guest who commented asking for Pairings and wanting to know how many OCs I am putting in this story. The majority of OC's is me making up characters to be DE's, they aren't important it's more-so I know who I have to play with – they aren't important and will be mostly mentioned in passing. The only important OC is Adria who well is dead. The pairings are Hermione/Draco, Ginny/Blaise.

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Chapter 3:

Severus entered Viper's Hall with a billow of his cloak, bypassing the statue of Salazar Slytherin that stood overlooking a glorious fountain. Viper's Hall was situated on the outskirts of a small town known as Ballycastle. It was argued to be the original seat of the Slytherin family, and the decorations in the place gave it the appearance that this was so. He moved towards the large, ornate doors that sat between the staircases which lead to other rooms in the manor, including the small solar he had met his Lord in a few weeks before. He slowly pushed one of the doors open and slid inside the room.

Lord Voldemort's throne sat at the far end of the dark hall, raised on its dais to look as imposing and menacing as possible. The throne was made from obsidian that had been carved to form the shape of a coiled serpent. The snake's upper body formed the back of the throne, which curved in at the sides slightly as if to provide seclusion. The head of the snake-faced forward, its teeth bared and tongue free. The most fearsome part of the throne was the blood-ruby set of eyes that Severus and several others felt were watching them. Taking his eyes from the throne, Severus focused on the chairs at either side. Once there had only been a single chair at Tom's side; to the left had been Adria's throne. Which, while it had never been as imposing as Tom's, it had been equally as elegant. The new thrones were beautiful; each was a dark green chair with silver snakes wrapped around the legs. These, additionally, appeared to be more comfortable than Tom's own throne and definitely more comfortable than the wooden seats Severus and the other Death Eaters would sit at. Moving his eyes around the room, his gaze found the statues that sat at each side of the dais. Again, snakes. These stood as tall as the room itself and also faced the hall with their beaded eyes. Though these were less threatening than the eyes on the throne, he knew many Death Eaters avoided looking into the statues' eyes. Along each side of the room sat tables and chairs, with the seats closest to the throne being reserved for those in Tom's inner circle and the further from Tom you sat, the less in his favour you were thought to be. Manoeuvring around his fellow Death Eaters, Severus moved, so he was stood next to a blond-haired man.

"Severus," the man whispered in greeting.

"Lucius," Severus responded. "How are you this evening?"

"Well," Lucius replied, "and yourself?"

"I am fine," Severus answered. "Looking forward to a summer away from teaching dunderheads."

A smirk fell on Lucius' face. "I can imagine, though I often wonder why you went into teaching with your hatred of 'dunderheads,' as you call them."

"Somebody has to do it," Severus replied, "and I would hate for the sponsorship you so kindly offered me to get my Potions Mastery to go to waste. At least with teaching, I can engage with those who actually have an aptitude for the craft, unlike Slughorn, who just liked to collect," he spat the last word out as if the very idea disgusted him.

Severus watched Lucius nod, and they both turned their attention to the thrones in front of them. "I wonder who those other two thrones are for?" his comrade muttered.

"I believe our Lord will tell us in due time," he responded.

Lucius turned to look at him, his eyes asking him silently if he knew who they were for. "I guess you are right, my friend," the blond nodded. Both of their gazes fell on the red eyes of the throne, for they were sure they were being watched.

The men fell into silence and listened to the mutterings around them, and the noise of the door opening and closing as others came to join the gathering. A door opened at the far end of the hall, drawing the attention of all those currently present to the figure there. Dressed in black robes, a hooded personage made his way to the throne. The group moved slowly forward, knowing the only person to use the door at the end of the hall was Lord Voldemort.

"My guesstss," the figure hissed, "Welcome, welcoommme, do come clossser. Let me look at you all."

"My Lord," the greeting came simultaneously from the group who all moved forwards towards the throne.

Lord Voldemort pushed back his hood using a pale hand, and the men were greeted by an ashen face, snakelike in appearance, for it was gaunt and there was no nose. Red eyes flickered as Tom stared at the men in the room.

Severus kept his face stoic; this was not the same appearance he had seen weeks ago in Tom's solar. No, this face was the one he had heard the Death Eaters whisper about. It also matched the description Potter had given to Dumbledore. Severus suddenly understood two things: with Adria gone, this time Tom's ruling was going to be different, and Severus was likely to be one of the few who would see Tom's true form, the other lucky individuals being the man's daughters.

"How lovellly to sssee you all doing sooo welll," Tom drawled.

"You too, My Lord," the Death Eaters responded.

Severus hated this, this pandering that his simpering comrades did in an attempt to appease their Lord.

"Now that the unpleasantries are out of the way," Tom addressed the group, "you may all take your seats."

Severus and Lucius moved towards their seats at the end of the left table, closest to the throne. The rest of the Death Eaters hadn't moved.

Upon realising this, Tom rose and hissed, "Unlesss of coursse you cannot remember where you ssit?"

Several of the Death Eaters flinched, and some moved to sit in seats along the two tables. Two remained standing in the middle of the room, while others came to sit close to Lucius and Severus, who nodded in greeting.

"I take it you two cannot remember?" Tom spoke to the two now left in the centre of the room. "Perhaps I have something that may jog your memory."

The first man, a blond-haired, blue-eyed gentleman in his forties, nodded his head. "I apologise, my Lord, but..."

"Crucio!" Tom cursed the man, a manic grin falling on his lips as his servant screamed in agony on the ground. After a moment, he lowered his wand, "Perhaps that might help you remember?"

The men looked at each other.

"No? Well, then you can sit at the far end of the hall by the door, due to your incompetence," Tom declared.

Both of the men scurried to the far end of the hall and sat down next to each other.

"Now that little matter is settled," Tom addressed the hall, "let us eat." With a wave of his wand, food appeared on the tables in front of them, and Severus noticed a few Death Eaters shifting down when they realised that they hadn't quite remembered where they were sat correctly. Raising his head, he saw Tom was watching him with a smirk on his lips, suggesting this evening was going to be a test to check who here was still loyal.

Hermione slowly opened the door to her bedroom and smiled as she glanced at the cream walls and purple bedding on her queen size bed. While she loved Hogwarts, the red and gold of her dormitory and common room were a bit overwhelming at times; she certainly preferred the calming colours of her bedroom. Stepping inside, Hermione made her way over to her bed before flopping back onto the comfy surface.

"Glad to be home?" a deep voice asked from behind her with a chuckle.

"Always," Hermione replied, "I've missed you and mum."

"Missed your mum's cooking you mean?" her dad teased with a smile as he pulled her trunk into her room.

"Of course," Hermione replied with a smile of her own. "I could have carried that up, you know."

"Let your dad look after you a little while longer," he responded. "You are growing up too quickly, and I worry one day you won't need me anymore."

"I will always need you, Daddy," Hermione said, moving from her bed and pulling her father in for a hug.

"I hope so, Princess," he murmured into her hair. "I hope so."

After a moment, her father pulled away. "Now let's put your trunk away, and you can get yourself settled before dinner. I believe your mother is cooking your favourite."

"Ok, Dad," Hermione replied with a smile as her dad placed her trunk beside her desk.

"Oh, and your mother and I have a present for you," he added as he went to leave the room, "A little welcome home present."

"Dad," Hermione scolded teasingly, "You shouldn't have."

"You are our daughter, Hermione," he responded. "It is our job to spoil you."

"I love you, Daddy," Hermione smiled.

"And I love you, Princess," her dad said as he closed the door.

Enjoying the silence of being on her own, Hermione walked her way over to the desk that was situated under her bedroom window which overlooked the little front garden and a small green that stood before the main road. Smiling, she watched a group of four boys kicking a ball around on the green, one of which she thought to be her next door neighbour's son Jacob who was two years younger than her if she remembered correctly. Walking away from her desk, Hermione observed the rest of her room which, while it was exactly as she left it, her mother had clearly ensured the room had remained tidy as there was no dust on any surfaces and the floor had been clearly vacuumed. Hermione sighed; clearly, it had been recently cleaned as well because Hermione could faintly smell wood polish. Every time she would return from Hogwarts, she would come home to find her room tidied and cleaned and she really wished her mother wouldn't so that she would have something to do during the summer. Perhaps she could ask her mother what other chores would need doing, she thought to herself.

Sighing again, Hermione made her way over to the tape player on the floor by her bed. Taking a Bon Jovi tape from the shelf above, Hermione allowed the Slippery When Wet album to fill her room as she began to put her belongings away.

Hermione spent most of the afternoon putting her belongings away and dancing to the music of Bon Jovi, enjoying being able to hear music that she grew up with.

"Hermione," her mother's voice called up from the kitchen. "Dinner's ready!"

Turning off her music, Hermione made her way downstairs.

"Was that Bon Jovi I heard from your room, Princess?" her dad teased as she entered the dining room.

"Of course," Hermione replied sitting down at the dinner table, "I don't get to hear him when I am at school, so it's nice to hear his music when I get home."

"Well, I cannot think of anything that sounds better than Bon Jovi," her mother commented as she entered the dining room carrying two plates of bacon and leek pasta bake. She put one in front of Hermione and the other in front of her father. "Nor anyone as handsome as their lead singer," her mother added with a wink to Hermione before returning to the kitchen for her plate.

Hermione blushed bright red, knowing her parents were teasing her about her little crush on the American rock singer, and she dropped her eyes to her dinner.

"So, my beauty of Aphrodite," her mother teased playing on her namesake Hermione the Daughter of Helen of Troy, as she returned to the dining table, sitting herself down, "how was the Yule Ball?"

"It was lovely," Hermione responded. "Thank you for sending me the dress."

"That was quite alright, my dear," her mother responded with a smile. "I bet you looked quite beautiful. It's a shame we weren't around to take a picture of you and your date before the night started."

"I hope he was well behaved, your date," her father added. "I am not above using my dentistry skills to torture a man if he hurts my little girl."

"Oh enough, Richard," her mother chided. "Stop threatening any boys. Hermione comes in contact with, with your dentist tools."

"Helen," her father responded, "Those wizards have no idea about what those tools do. It's nice to be able to scare off boys who might hurt my little princess."

"Victor was an absolute gentleman," Hermione commented, "There is no need to threaten him, Daddy."

"Good," her father ended the conversation, and the rest of the meal was eaten in silence.

Hermione, being the last to finish, was eating her last forkful of food when a lovely smell of apple hit her nose, and her eyes lifted as her mum entered the dining room from the kitchen with a dish of apple crumble.

Swallowing her food quickly, Hermione questioned her mother, "Do we have any cream?"

"Of course," her mother responded with a chuckle.

"You cannot have apple crumble without..." Hermione started.

"...cream," her mother and father finished with a chuckle.

"Granny Granger taught me that, too, you know, Princess," her dad said with a grin.

"Well, it's true," Hermione smiled at her parents. She really missed this when she was away at Hogwarts. "Speaking of Granny Granger, how is she doing?"

"She is doing well," her dad replied. "She's hoping you will go and visit her a few times this summer; she misses her favourite granddaughter."

"I'm her only granddaughter," Hermione responded. "And of course I will, I miss her too."

"That's my girl," her dad smiled, and with that, they all tucked into the dessert.

"Now your father and I have some news for you," her mother commented as they finished eating the crumble.

"You're pregnant?" Hermione presumed.

"No, sorry, Hermione," her father chuckled, "No little brothers and sisters for you, I am afraid."

"We are going to Dublin this weekend for four days," her mother spoke, "all three of us."

"Ok," Hermione responded, unsure of where the conversation was going as she was used to having a family holiday when she returned home.

"Well this leads us to the present I was telling you about earlier," her dad added. She watched as he walked over to the cabinet in the corner of the room, opened one of the top draws and pulled out a white envelope.

"Go on, open it," he said, handing her the envelope.

Opening the envelope, Hermione pulled out what felt to be four tickets. She turned them over to come face to face with the words 'These Days Tour' and 'Bon Jovi.' "Merlin!" she screamed and hugged her father before running to embrace her mother.

"I'm going to see Bon Jovi!" she danced. "Thank you," she said to her parents.

"We have spoken with Molly and Arthur, and they have agreed that Ginny can come with us to watch the band," her father smiled. "Something about the girl probably enjoying spending some time away from a house full of boys."

"Thank you," Hermione responded. "I was telling Ginny about Bon Jovi last summer. She seemed to want to listen to him, and she said something about him probably sounding better than Celestina Warbeck."

"Who?" her father asked perturbed.

"Some witch that her mother listens to," Hermione answered, still staring at the tickets in her hand.

"They are backstage, too," her mother commented, "so you get to meet Mister Jon Bon Jovi in person."

"Oh my god!" Hermione screamed loudly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Perhaps you can tell him about your crush?" her father teased.

Hermione glared at her father.

"I take that as a 'no," her father laughed, "Perhaps I will tell him and if he decided to date you, once you are of the age, of course, he's successful so at least he can take care of you."

"Viktor is successful," Hermione responded, "He plays Quidditch for the Bulgarian Quidditch Team."

"Isn't that the team who played Ireland at the Quidditch cup you went to with the Weasleys?" her mother asked.

"Yeah," Hermione responded, "he's a Seeker, which is the same position as Harry. He caught the Snitch, but Ireland had scored so many goals that they won."

"Quite athletic then," her mum commented with a wink.

"Quite," Hermione replied with a smile.

Ginny had only been home half a day, and already her brothers were pissing her off. The twins were popping up here and there, having earned their apparition licenses just before the end of the term. And Ron, well Ron was being his usual annoying self. Apparently, Malfoy had told him that she had a crush on Zabini and Ron wouldn't listen when she inferred to him that Malfoy was lying. As if she could ever like that sarcastic arsehole, yeah sure he was hot, but that was all he had going for him.

"Ginny!" a loud voice shouted from downstairs, "Can you set the table for dinner?"

"Coming," Ginny replied as she left the safety of her bedroom.

POP! POP!

"GEORGE!" Ginny hissed. "FRED, can you stop doing that?"

"It's far too..." one of the twins started.

"...much fun," the other finished.

"Go annoy Ron!" she responded.

"Speaking of Ron..." the twin to her left said with a grin that screamed mischief.

"...he told us..." the twin on her right added with an equally mischievous grin.

"...about your little..." the first twin smiled.

"...crush on a certain..." the second twin continued.

"Slytherin," the first ended.

"Malfoy is trying to cause trouble," Ginny stated.

"GINNY!" the loud voice called again.

Ginny left her brothers standing outside her room and made her way downstairs.

POP POP

Hoping her brothers had left to annoy Ron, Ginny arrived in the kitchen to see her mother fussing over the stove.

"Sorry, mum," Ginny started.

POP POP

"Stop doing that you two!" her mother shouted approaching the twins with her ladle and tapped them both on their shoulders, not being tall enough to reach their heads, "Now Ginny, please lay the table, your father will be home shortly and we can have dinner," her mother addressed her and pointed at the clock, which showed her father as 'travelling.'

Ginny quickly laid the table to avoid her mother's wrath.

Minutes later her father appeared at the door and greeted her mother with a peck on the lips before kissing her on the top of her head and shaking the twins' hands.

"Fred, George," her mother addressed her brothers, "Can you go get Ron for dinner, please?"

"Sure," the twins responded in unison, and with that, they both apparated away.

"At least they are being helpful Mollykins," her father commented on scowl on her mother's face.

"I suppose Arthur," her mother replied, "How was work?"

"Busy," Arthur responded.

POP POP

"Ron is..." one twin started.

"On his way," the other finished.

Thump, thump, thump.

"FOOD!" Ron came bumbling down the stairs and into the kitchen and slid into his seat next to Ginny.

"Are we waiting for Percy?" Ginny asked, her eyes on the clock were her brother's hand was still pointing at 'work'.

"Percy's is busy working late," her mother commented sadly, as she placed Ginny's dinner in front of her.

"Oh ok," Ginny responded, having noticed the tone in her mother's voice and the look her father had made across the table from her when she had mentioned Percy. Obviously, Ginny thought to herself something had happened.

"Great," Ron responded, "more food for me."

Ginny watched as her mother glared at her youngest son.

"Now that we have eaten," Tom addressed the room, "I would like some answers."

"My lord?" a Death Eater halfway up the right table asked.

"Yess Truman?" Tom asked.

"Answers to what?" the Death Eater, Severus now knew to be Lucifer Truman, the father of Gabriel Truman a Hufflepuff student currently at Hogwarts.

"If you had not interrupted me I would have told you," Tom spat, "Sometimes you make it obvious that you were in Hufflepuff during your Hogwarts days, with these stupid questions you insist on asking during these meetings."

Many of the Death Eaters snickered at the comment.

"Sorry my lord," Truman stated and put his head down.

"I want answers as to why the lot of you escaped a prison sentence, denying your loyalty to me and failed to search for me and help me return!" Tom roared.

"My Lord," Lucius stood from his seat beside Severus and bowed, "I assure you that while some of us may have publically denied our loyalty to you, we only did it out of necessity."

"Explain Lucius," Tom hissed.

"Many of the Death Eaters present this evening have children," Lucius explained, "By ensuring we didn't get sentenced to Azkaban we have been able to raise our children to be believers in your cause in readiness for your return."

"I hear your words, Lucius," Tom sneered, "But having known you as long as I have; I know sometimes you like to twist them."

"My Lord," a man up the table from them added, "Lucius speaks true, my son Theodore and Ms Zabini's son Blaise are friends with Lucius' son Draco, our children were raised to know that you would return one day and restore purity to our society."

"Theodore," Tom drawled, "I will have to meet your children to ensure you speak the truth," after a moment he added, "All of your children, perhaps I shall hold a ball, and I can introduce you to my daughters."

"Daughters, My Lord?" A Death Eater across the hall asked.

"I am sure you remember my wife, Adria?" Tom addressed the room.

Several Death Eaters nodded all remembering the fiery witch who had been at Hogwarts with many of them and was vastly known amongst her fellow students as a fordable witch who was not only smart but beautiful and powerful too.

"Well, I had two daughters with her," Tom announced, "I plan on collecting them from where they currently reside and introducing them to society."

"Now onto other matters," Tom commented, "There is two of you not present this evening that should be."

"Karkoff," Severus commented, having noticed the man's absence and the fact that he hadn't been seen since Potter announced Tom's return, "I don't believe Karkoff will be arriving my Lord."

"No," Tom agreed, "The other is Roose Bolton."

Murmurs went around the room, at the mention of the man whose house words were 'Our blades are sharp' and who was also known for betraying his fellow Death Eaters on numerous occasions.

"SSSILENCCEEE," Tom hissed.

The room went quiet.

"I want these two men who have betrayed us killed, and their heads brought to me as a show of loyalty," Tom announced. "Whoever finds these two men will be rewarded greatly," he finished.

Several Death Eaters looked at each other and grinned at the prospect of earning the Dark Lord's favour.

"The final matter I wish to raise this evening before I hear any information you may have," Tom stated, "is the rescue of our brothers and sisters from Azkaban."

The sound of cheering could be heard from around the room, as the Death Eaters rejoiced at the notion of being reunited with those in Azkaban.

"You think we could leave Bella in there?" Lucius asked Severus under his breath, his face paler than usual.

"Scared of your sister in law, Luc?" Severus teased his friend.

"Terrified," Lucius responded.

The meeting moved towards several Death Eaters informing Tom of what they had learned in the years of his absence from their positions in the Ministry with Tom telling them of what he wanted them to do. Severus knew he would be having his own meeting with Tom afterwards where he would be informed of what he could and couldn't tell Dumbledore.

Ginny crept down the stairs to the kitchen, it was quite late, and she was feeling thirst, and she didn't want to wake anyone.

"Arthur," she heard her mother whisper to her father as she came closer to the kitchen, "I know we told the Granger's that Ginny could go to that concert with Hermione and them, but with you-know-who back, I'm afraid for Ginny's safety."

"I know Molly Wobbles," Arthur said, "But these concert things are expensive to get tickets for, and the girls have got backstage access too which apparently means the girls will get to meet the band."

"I am afraid our little girl might get hurt," Molly said.

"I know," Arthur replied, "But I don't think he will attack a muggle concert."

"I suppose," Molly agreed, "But it's not just the concert, Helen was telling me they are doing a few other things over the weekend."

"Molly Wobbles," Arthur hugged his wife, "We are more likely to lose her by taking her to Diagon Alley than we are by her going to Ireland with the Grangers."

"I suppose," Molly agreed.

"I've been invited away with Hermione?" Ginny asked, making her presence known.

"Yes," Molly answered, "Some bloke called Fon Hovi."

"Mia's got tickets to see Bon Jovi?" Ginny smiled at the thought her friend was going to see the musician they had both gushed over last summer.

"Yes, and you have been invited to go with them," Arthur added, "Mr and Mrs Granger are taking the two of you away for a long weekend in Ireland."

Looking at the apprehension in her mother's eyes, Ginny responded "I will be fine, Mum, don't worry," and she made her way to hug her mother.

"Oh GinBug," her mother cuddled her daughter tightly.

"Now what are you doing out of bed?" Her mother lightly scolded.

"I was thirsty," Ginny replied, removing herself from her mother's arms and pouring herself a glass of water before making her way back up the stairs without looking back if she had done she would have heard Arthur's passing comment.

"That's not what we are afraid of."

"A drink Severus?" Tom asked, holding the Firewhiskey bottle over the glass in front of his most trusted advisor.

Severus nodded in response, reaching for the glass that was now filled with the amber liquid, as he sat in Tom's solar.

"So," Tom started, "How do you think it went tonight?"

"Well, my- Tom," Severus responded, "I wasn't actually expecting you to announce your daughters to them, I was under the impression you were going to wait until you had them back with you?"

"I was," Tom sighed, "But they started talking about their children and well I decided to announce mine."

"Speaking of children," Severus raised carefully, "Lucius and Theodore speak the truth, from what I know of those who have children in Slytherin or ex-Slytherin's and even a few Ravenclaws they have all been raised on the idea that you would one day return."

"Still," Tom spoke swirling the whiskey in his glass as he did, "I would very much like to meet the children who will one day serve me, and serve my daughters".

"You want to find matches for your girls?" Severus commented, catching the underlying meaning in Tom's words.

"Yes," Tom responded, "But I do want them to find love like I had with Adria."

Severus nodded in understanding.

"Now onto the matter at hand," Tom abruptly changed the topic, "What you can and cannot tell Dumbledore."

"I take it the breakout is off limits?" Severus asked with a raised eyebrow, of all the things discussed this evening this was the one topic he was most unsure of.

"Come now Severus," Tom toyed with him, his eyes glistening with mischief, "What do you think?"

"You want me to tell him," Severus stated, realising that Tom was playing a game with the Headmaster, "You want me to tell him that you are planning on freeing the Death Eaters in Azkaban, but not tell him the actual date."

Tom smirked, "Yes, I want him to seem like a paranoid lunatic in the eyes of the Ministry."

"He will go to them begging for them to up the guard," Severus noted, "Fudge won't listen, which is a given especially with Lucius whispering in his ears about how senile Dumbledore is becoming."

"Precisely," Tom leaned back in his chair with a smirk, "discredit Dumbledore, and even when the breakout does happen, there is only one person who will get the blame."

"Sirius Black," Severus answered with a matching smirk, leaning back in his chair he downed the rest of his whisky with a smile.

Hermione sat between her parents curled up on the sofa, watching Disney's The Lion King. The film was supposedly based on Shakespeare's Hamlet, and so far with Mufasa having been murdered by his brother, the story held true minus the characters portrayed as animals' aspect. Taking a handful of popcorn from the bowl in front of her, Hermione allowed her mind to wander as she watched Simba make friends with warthog and meerkat. She began thinking about what Voldemort's return meant for Harry and how her friend was possibly coping with Cedric's death. Without Ron and herself around to distract him, she was afraid that he would fall into a pit of despair. Though she supposed at least the Dursley's, as horrible as it was to think, would keep him distracted by giving him chores not that she supposed they would be made aware of Cedric's death. Drawing her attention back to the screen, Hermione watched as Simba wrestled a female lion, she assumed to be Nala Simba's childhood friend. Smiling, Hermione allowed the movie to distract her thoughts.

Tom slouched in the chair in his solar, a bottle of Firewhiskey in his left hand and a photo album in his lap. The photo album was a gift from Severus and had included images of his daughters growing up. He smiled as he looked at the picture of his little Adayna walking towards his wife. He remembered coming home in the evening that this image was taken. His little Adayna had waddled out of the library, closely followed by her mother and greeted him at the door. He remembered the feeling of pride he had felt that his little girl could walk unsupported at 10 months old. Turning the page, Tom looked at the ultrasound scan of Leilah, and he took a swig of his whiskey. He shouldn't have gone after the Potter's that night, it was something he deeply regretted, but Adria had all but forced him out the door. He remembered her stating she would be fine; Leilah wasn't due to be born for another three weeks. He was only grateful that Severus had been there; otherwise, he might have lost his daughter too. He turned the page and looked at the image of his eldest daughter who seemed to be about four in the image under her glamour as she played in a park, with who he assumed was the girl's adoptive mother watching from a park bench. This should have been Adria he thought to himself. Below this image, was a picture of his youngest daughter holding the Weasley matriarch's hand as they walked down Diagon Alley. The girl looked to be around three in the image, and she looked at such wonder at the shops around her. He kept flicking through the album looking at the photos of the girls, seeing Adayna start Muggle School and snippets of Leilah mainly in Diagon Alley. He suddenly landed on an image that made his heart stop. There in front of him was his little Adayna in Ollivander's getting her wand and her adoptive muggle parents watching her in the background. This should have been him, her cursed. This should have been him and Adria. Him and Adria taking little Adayna shopping for her first year at Hogwarts, him and Adria taking Leilah shopping for Hogwarts, not that muggle filth and those filthy blood traitors. Him and Adria. He closed the book and gently tossed it to the floor. He put the bottle of Firewhiskey to his lips and attempted to drink only to realise it was empty. He looked around him and saw three other empty Firewhiskey bottles on the floor.

"Firefly," he summoned, and a house elf popped into the room in front of him, "Fetch me another bottle of Ogden's Finest and clean this mess up," he commanded, and he watched as the elf simply vanished the empty bottles and popped away. Leaning back in the chair, Tom ran his fingers through his hair and sighed again. He really needed to stop drinking, but the memories and the lack of memories were too much. He had lost his wife and missed his daughters growing up, all for a stupid prophecy. Looking in the fire roaring in the fireplace, watching as the flames danced away, Tom passed out before Firefly returned.

When Firefly returned with a bottle of Firewhiskey in her hands, she sighed at the sight of her master. Putting the bottle of Firewhiskey on the table, she popped away and returned moments later with a blanket in her arms which she covered her Lord with. Then she picked up the photo album off the floor and placed it next to the Firewhiskey. Then finally she put out the fire, and then she popped away to her own cupboard to sleep.

AN: I could not find anything that gave an actual home for Salazar Slytherin. I could only find a few bits of information: He was from 'the fens', and all the other Founders were from England/Wales/Scotland respectively, so these lead me to Ireland because apparently, Ireland has fens as well as England. I made the name of the hall up. Additionally, I know Tom was using Malfoy Manor as his basis during the books, but I felt he should have his own manor/ home for my fic.

Also, I always imagined Hermione to want to be helpful at home. I had no idea when they finished school, only that it was the end of June, so I chose 28th June (Voldemort came back on the 24th), so I imagine it was a few days after. And the dates for Bon Jovi These Days Tour concert was the actual date it happened in Dublin (Royal Dublin Society Arena)

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ROOSE BOLTON – GEORGE R R MARTIN DOES. I DONT OWN ANY HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS.