Disclaimer: Not Mine

Warnings: none

Authors Note: lots of exposition... sorry stuff will begin soon, hopefully within the next few days.

Second authors note: I need internet friends, anyone else on here bored and lonely as I am? Ehh... self pitying aside, enjoy.

Edit: 4/26/18 - fixing a few errors, no changes to story

"Dear Merlin," came the soft, but still powerful voice of Lucius Malfoy. Tom understood the sentiment.

The implications of a heavily pregnant 16 year old noble unmarried lady coming to her greatest enemy were not good.

"You have to help me," the young girl pleaded, small pearly tears slid down her cheeks. "Please say you will still help me."

"I have already promised to hear you out, I won't go back on that because of your identity." Voldemort may have been a murderous psychopath, but Tom Riddle was a man of his word.

Roselyn fell to her knees before Rodolphus could catch her. The small tears from before turned to full on sobs. "Thank you!" She cried, burying her head in her hands.

"Tom made eye contact with Lucius, silent questions and answers being exchanged in a glance. With a little help from legilimency of course.

"Lucius and Rodolphus escort Lady Potter to a healing room, and contact Narcissa. I want her checked out before we speak. I'm going to try and contact Severus."

As she was brought to her feet, Roselyn spoke out once more. "Tom?" She asked tentatively.

Tom was slightly shocked, but was careful not to let it show. "You recognize me?"

Roselyn nodded. "Yeah from the diary, the ghost-spirit-memory thing that came out of it. It took me awhile to figure it out though. I thought you'd look older… and more snake like."

Tom chuckled under his breath, "Makes sense. I look different because with the reemergence of my sanity came my youthful looks."

Her mention of his horcrux was worrying, but he decided to question her on it later.

As Lucius and Rodolphus escorted Roselyn out, Bellatrix approach the throne. " my Lord, what is going on? Why is she here? Do you think this is some sort of trick?"

That was the question wasn't it? What's the potter air really seeking help from the man who had killed her parents or was this just some skin cooked up by Dumbledore in order to kill him? For some odd reason, he doubted it was the latter.

And what of the pregnancy? That was just a whole other level. While the muggle world has become more accepting of unmarried mothers, The wizarding world decidedly had not. Especially in the Ancient and Noble houses, Which Miss Potter was a part of. So how how this happened? It would have been some time during her time at Hogwarts based on how far along she seem to be. Who was the father? Was it that redheaded disgrace of a pure blood Ron Weasley? The youngest Malfoy had always complained how close they were. Tom thought the boy jealous, he himself coveting a friendship with the girl who lived, but perhaps there was more to it. Then of course there was the issue of how young she was. With wizards and witches long lifespan, most families waited at the very least until their 30s, the Potter's themselves being the anomaly here.

So why was Roslyn Potter at his doorstep alone, unmarried, and pregnant?

"I have no idea," Tom admitted finally, Though he was reluctant to in his pride. " though I have an idea who might."

"Severus," Bellatrix confirmed.

"Yes. My hopefully loyal spy, Severus."

Tom stood up and headed towards office, dismissing Bellatrix as he did.

Severus Snape.

Half – blood heir to the Prince fortune, And at one time a loyal friend and Death Eater. Tom had meant toward Severus, taught him the ways of the Dark Arts, and watched him grow into the youngest Potion Master in history.

But after… everything, Tom felt he had lost Severus. He'd never really doubted Snape's loyalty, though he thought Dumbledore would probably say the same, he couldn't help but wonder.

Had his one time friend given his prophesied do access to his home, or had Snape actually sent her to get help?

Tom reached his office, pushing open the large oak door. He walked over to his desk, pulled out his deceptively soft chair (thank Merlin for cushioning charms), and sat down. He rolled up the long billowing sleeves of his dark grey robes, And pressed against the Dark Mark, which stood out against his pale skin. As he did he thought specifically of the surly potions master, ensuring only he received the summons.

Tom didn't have to wait long. It was only a few moments later when the distinct sound of apparition caught his attention, causing him to look up from Tom didn't have to wait long. It was only a few moments later when the distinct sound of apparition caught his attention, causing him to look up from the paperwork on his desk.

There he stood, Severus Snape, in all his billowing robe glory. He had a strange look up on his face, almost nervous but hopeful. His obsidian eyes met Tom's own crimson ones, he seemed to know right away why he was summoned.

"Is she here, my lord? Roselyn? Is she safe?" He spoke quickly, which was hint enough for Tom that this was a serious situation. He hadn't even taken the time to bow, which at this point in his sanity Tom would have asked him not to do anyways. Plus he had called her Roselyn. Tom didn't think he had heard her referred to by the man in any way other than "the Potter brat" and "James Potter's spawn". Something had changed.

"She is Severus. Narcissa is looking her over now." Tom leaned forward in his chair, intent on beginning to question his servant when Severus spoke again.

"I have to see Narcissa first. I have to convince Roselyn to…"

Before he had the chance to finish speaking, the sound of an explosion rang through the ancient manor.

Tom glared at Snape, this has to be a trick. Potter was attacking. Snape on the other hand looked panicked, obsidian eyes wide with fear.

"We are going to go see what that is," Tom began, hissing through clenched teeth. "If it is what I think, I will kill you then her."

Severus was out the door in seconds, and once again Tom had doubts about if he truly knew what was going on.