"I can make this all end."

"Really?" His hand was firmly wrapped in my hair. His eyes were radiating anger. "How is that so?"

"Never make it through the pregnancy."

"Do it."

"What?"

"I said DO IT!" Tears were burning the rims of my eyes. His fingers were buried deep into my jaw. It hurt. "Go on, do it already."

"I can't." He shoved me hard into the wall.

"Empty threats." The door magically locked behind him.

"Why are you doing this to me?!"

~~~~~Third Person POV~~~~

"We failed."

"You don't think that I don't know that." Ron scoffed.

"What should we do?"

"I don't know. That was the best plan that we had."

"Yes, and we were far from being prepared for such a showdown."

"Why does he want her so bad?"

"What would he want with a half blood, let alone a knocked up half blood?"

"God, where's Hermonie when you need her?" Tears pricked Ron and Harry's eyes.

"Hold yourselves together for Merlin's sake!" Ginny barked at the two. "We need to be strong, and we know how she thought, we need to think like her!"

"Ginny, that's an outlandish idea. How could we possibly think like her? That would be like saying," Ron slowly mumble the last few words, "he wants her and the baby."

"That's a crazy…" Harry shushed Ginny.

"That's not crazy at all. That's brilliant."

"But Harry, everything we have found about you know who and the source's daughter, was about the daughter. Not the spawn she carried!"

"Who's to say that baby isn't a part of this."

"Who do you think the father is?"

"You can't be saying that you know who wanted children."

"How do you know that he is the father?"

"We don't."

"What if there is another prophecy that we don't know about?"

"But Harry was foretold to be one to take down him."

"Yes, yes, I know, but what if, what if this baby will give one side the advantage over the other."

"You're on to something. During my first year at Hogwarts, it seemed that Deatheaters' children kept trying to befriend me, in the worse ways. Wouldn't it be better to take on your ultimate destruction as an ally?"

"That sounds plausible. What should we do?"

"Actually, where should we start?"

"What do you guys know about demons?"

~~~~~~Deatheater Compound~~~~~

"Father!" Vivian screamed. The source's black eyes met her own. "Why are you doing this?" Her father was bounded to a kneeling position, in a crystal trap.

"So you like your wedding present?" Voldemort belittle the mother of his child.

"What are you doing here?" Vivian completely ignored everyone else, she got as close to the trap as she could. He shook his head, not willing to speak. She could feel a hand roughly grab her shoulder.

"Like I was saying, wedding present."

"Why in hell do you want force me to marry you?"
"VIVIAN!" She connected stares with her father's bound body again. It suddenly clicked for her.

"You can't."

"And what are you going to do to me? Mhm, dearest?" Vivian slammed her hands into Voldemort. He smirked, her attempts were futile.

"No, demon would dare follow you. Wizards are beneath…" She could feel the sting of Voldemort's hand. Never had someone put their hands on her so freely. Except her parents, and now him. Her face scrunched up in utter disgust and her cheeks burned with disappointment. His long fingers snaked around her jaw and made her face the entrance of the room. Her father's upper level demons were standing off to the side, looking relieved.

"They would rather up their odds of living, by pledging their allegiance with the new rulers."

"I shouldn't have expected anything less. But in order to become the new rulers, you're missing a crucial piece."

"Enlighten me."

"In order to become the new source, there must be a transfer of power and a coronation of willing participants and blood sacrifice." Voldemort pulled a fist full of Vivian's hair, bringing her back pressed against his torso, too close for her comfort.

"You act as if I've never taken the time to study demons before, I've known demon practices for more than 70 years. For one, our future subjects have already provided the sacrifices and the Grimorem. And two, the transfer of power doesn't have to be willingly." The color from Vivian's face drained.

"Please, father. I will promise you, your life!"

"I will never give up my throne willingly." The source had mumbled to the ground.

"Father, PLEASE!"

"You'll have to kill me."

"NO, FATHER PLEASE! THERE IS ANOTHER WAY!"

"Goodbye Vivian." She couldn't believe the site before her. Where her father's body had just been, were ropes and ashes. They had killed their master, her blood. Voldemort's subjects began to grow weary of the situation before them. They couldn't leave without being dismissed. The way the girl had shook before them, was as if she was plague with violent tremors. She skin began to take on a sickly glow, her eyes lacked any emotion. They were pure black, pools of emptiness. Nothing could prepare them for what happened next.

"I HATE YOU!"

~~~~~Phoebe's POV~~~~~

"Oh god, Cole." It was the worse pain, I have ever felt. I fazed to the throne room. Things were torn to shreds. I traced everything, trying to get a glimpse of him alive.

***Caressing a photo of his wife, Phoebe, and their beautiful daughter, Vivian, Cole knew it would be only a matter of time before Deatheaters would show up. His location had been betrayed. He set the photo down, and thrown two letters on the table beside him. Suddenly, pops could be heard from behind him.

"What took you guys so long?"*****

He had willingly, been captured. He had to have a plan, right? The letters were right where he had threw them down.

*****"Please, father. I will promise you, your life!"

"I will never give up my throne willingly." The source had mumbled to the ground.

"Father, PLEASE!"

"You'll have to kill me."

"NO, FATHER PLEASE! THERE IS ANOTHER WAY!"

"Goodbye Vivian." Quietly, it went unnoticed by the rest in the room, Cole whispered, "Forgive me, Phoebe." ******

"He's gone." I had to wipe the wetness from my face. I almost didn't recognize myself crying. It had been so long since I had cried. It's as if a part of me had died inside. As much as I had loathed him in the last few months, nothing could replace the love I once had felt, the love I had once killed for.

~~~~~Vivian's POV~~~~

I wonder if I had killed him. I was thrown in this chamber so fast, that I didn't really get to see what happen.

*****Hours before

"I HATE YOU!" A light blasted from her hands, their master had no time to reflect from the magic.

"Get her out of here!" Several spells had hit Vivian and had sent the pregnant woman towards the closest locked chamber. Before the door slammed behind Vivian, she could see his followers circled around his fallen body. ****

"Is anyone going to let me out of here?"

"Maybe." I was in utter shock.

"T..Tom?" He had me pressed up against the wall.

"That isn't my name."

"But, but. How is this possible?" I couldn't believe my eyes, it was the young man I once knew. The man who captivated my interest, infatuated my hurts, and ultimately destroyed my dreams.

"You did this. You really were obsessed with me in my youth." I tried to throw my arms at him, trying to push him off my body. He laughed. "Despite my younger appearance, my advance abilities are still intact, to my luck." He leaned in close, his breath tickled my ear. "So don't get any ideas that you have a chance to fight me off, because you don't." The scent of his hair washed a sense of familiarity to myself. Vanilla and spiced rum.

"Stop, what you're doing!" I dug my nails into his wrist.

"You seemed content."

"Get off of me!" His hand slide farther up my dress.

"Again, you were just fine a second ago. Taking in my scent, burning hot for me." Heat rose in my cheeks. The weak emotions of my human side began to rule me.

"You're sick."

"It's been many years since I've had you in this position."

"You're disgusting. You took advantage of me." His smirk grew.

"Well, darling, you quite enjoy advances. The libido of young blood." I couldn't even look at him. The shame of his words. He spoke of truth. "The desire of another. The physical contact waiting to happen." His lips feverously smothered mine. I couldn't help but reciprocate. Suddenly, I was thrown away from him. "As I said, desire. Now, get away from me before you give birth on my shoes."

"Fuck you!" He slightly tapped the side of my cheek, forcing me to stare at his handsome face.

"As soon as my son is safely delivered. You're all mine. Your mind, your body, and my heir."