"Have you seen the master, who knew he…he was so dashing."

"You sound like a pack of giggling school girls, he's looks younger than someone of our sons."

"He looks as if he is a man of many talents."

"Be quiet, don't let others speak of him that way."

"I wonder if that's how he looked before. Why would he changed his appearance?"

"Why so he could charm mudbloods into killing themselves?"

"True, such a waste of his time, and so much filth he would have to scrub clean of his hands." Vivian turned away disgusted. These women were nasty to think that Tom, no that thing was handsome.

"Did you forget that I can hear? Plain and clear." Their demeanors quickly changed, they didn't think anyone had been listening. We're they talking louder than they thought?

"We're sorry missus. We didn't mean to upset you." A flame flew from my hand to the floor, scaring the women. They must have forgotten that my life was a shattered mess and the last thing I wanted to hear them gallivant about, their master.

"Can we just get this over with?" None of them made a move. "NOW." And as if my words had sparked something, the women came over and began to work on me in a frenzy.

~~~~Third Person POV~~~~

"Harry, we've received some terrible news." Harry's heart sank.

"Ginny?"

"What? I'm over here." Harry let out a sigh of relief. Too many of his friends have died, he didn't know what he would do if he lost Ginny too.

"What's the bad news then?"

"The source is dead." He was confused, wouldn't that be good news.

"I don't understand."

"His throne is open for the taking."

"Wait, wait. Didhe take her for an alliance?" The underworld on Voldemort's side would be a catastrophe. They had to stop it.

"Well, it's actually worse than that." Ginny had tears in her eyes, she was scared.

"Worse?! Are trying to give me a heart attack? What could be worse than that?"

"He's trying to take the throne for himself."

"A demon and wizard reign? Has a wizard ever had access to that power before?"

"Not that we could find, the last time someone had gotten close enough they eliminated all the wizards they could find."

"Could they even rule together? How would that even work? She was so frighten of the death eaters."

"As soon as they have a coronation, it will be set and sealed."

"We'll just have to stop that coronation."

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

"This makeup, really brings out the…" She struggled for words, "darkness in your eyes." Yeah it would, stupid wench, my eyes are going to stay black.

"What do you think, mistress?"

"Mistress? Really?" They shied away as if I was going to curse them.

"Our lord didn't give you title ma'am. What...would, would you prefer?"

"I would prefer if you left."

"OUT." Tom stocked in, I mean Voldemort. My heart skipped a beat. "Did you miss me?" Arsehole!

"You could leave too." He snatched my jaw and turned it towards him.

"Never again, will you speak like that in front of my followers."

"Make me Tom." Blood began to spill from my mouth, I had pushed too far.

"Do not call me that, ever."

"What you don't like Mr. & Mrs. Riddle. It has such a nice ring off the tongue." I want him to feel as terrible as I do. Maybe he'll end it, if I can taunt long enough.

"I don't know wife, does that satisfy you?" He smirked, I couldn't help but express my disappointment. "Oh why the sour expression, wife?"

"Stop calling me that." His aggression had gone a step further, I started to claw at his fingers which were lodged deeply into my wind pipe. "I can't breathe."

"You don't need too, just let go. I'll be here when you wake up."

"Please, I don't want this. I don't deserve this."

"But you deserve everything you get."

~~~~~Voldemort's POV~~~~~~~

Soon, she would look at him with admiration in her eyes. The blood from her mouth dripped on her chin, daring to fall on her dress. All he needed was a taste and her destiny was set. She was his, and she had to understand this. It was ridiculous to have such thoughts. Never did he fathom the family life was for him. Never to have produce an heir, flesh created from his own. He caressed the side of her ever expanding stomach. He never had to fear the eventual overthrow a son would try, just as kings before him feared. His son could never take what is his, without meeting his own end. He looked at his soon to be wife, his lessor. Despite the years that had gone by without her, she was still a vision of beauty. He had been foolish in his youth, not taking in the threat that beauty caused. He had to admit without Vivian, he wouldn't stand today with his heir well on the way. He needed to improve his chances, he needed more heirs. He needed to keep the threat of death far away from him. Potter should have won that day many years ago, but it wasn't fate. He was destined to conquer them all. Just these thoughts alone got his young blood pumping. This new chance a young life made it hard for him to concentrate. His body was betraying him with desires, he had thought he had diminished long ago. She needed to produce his son soon, otherwise he was literally ready to burst at the seams.

"My lord?"

"Finish getting her ready for tonight."

"Yes, my lord."

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

"Quickly, get his hair." He removed a strand from the sleeping death eater.

"I still don't think this is a good idea. Won't she know?"

"Well if she wants to get away from him, we are her only out."

"Hurry up, we don't have much time." The effects of the polyjuice potion were painful but needed. They couldn't rush into this, without any guise. They were trying to stop this coronation and still fight to see another day.

~~~~Voldemort's POV~~~~~

"As I've said, this will go without a problem."

"Yes, my lord." Walking past my followers brought a new sense of arrogance, the women would quiver at the sight of him. The men could feel the difference in the air, the women were swooning over the new found looks of their master. I couldn't help but smirk, insecure fools.

"My lord, we're ready for you."

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

He made me stand, my feet are killing me. I don't feel very good.

"Vow to forever further the chances of evil over others."

"Agreed." His grip was hurting my hand. His nails were digging into my palm.

"Agreed." I didn't want to look at him. His features were hypnotizing, all the feelings of Hogwarts came alive again, every time I looked at him. He's ten times the monster he was then, but still part of my fascination.

"My queen in the event of your death, do you relinquish your power and crown, to your husband?"

"What? Queen?" My head started to spin, and my stomach started to sear in pain.

"You don't have to agree, your father declared against your mother, providing you have an heir." The dark priest received a nasty glare from Voldemort, he'll soon regret this stipulation.

"Well, ah…" Another burst of pain erupted in my stomach. "Sure whatever. We need to hurry."

"Place your hands upon the book and let the blood flow on its pages. The new blood of the source." He handed him the knife, I barely felt the prick on my finger, and my stomach was starting to hurt so much. They began their chant as our bodies absorbed the new powers, I couldn't hold myself up longer. "My queen are you alright?"

"He's coming."

~~~~Third Person POV~~~~

They had to be close, they could hear the strange chanting.

"Get in your positions, everyone."

"1, 2." Harry took one last look at everyone again, hopefully he would see all of these brave people again. "3". They threw open the doors, and nothing. They had been so close! The blood spilt was spill wet. They had just missed them.

"DAMN IT!"

"BLOODY HELL, WE JUST MISSED THEM!"

****Moments before*****

"He's coming." Quickly the doors flew open, several panicked followers flooded the room.

"There is a group of them quickly enclosing on the grounds."

"Let's move this party elsewhere." ***********

They knew we were just here, the bodies were still warm.

~~~~At another Deatheater compound~~~~

"Get them out of here! NOW!"

"Midwives stay put. She will need as much attention until my son is born." Everyone began running around feverishly trying to prep for the delivery. Vivian was slowly losing the battle with the pain. It felt like all her ribs were being broke over and over again, her water broke all over the table they had her laying on. Voldemort side stepped over towards Vivian's shoulders. The mess of childbirth was literally disgusting, and he didn't want to see how mangled the lower half of his wife looked. He stood above her, smiling down at her. He was enjoying her pain. He was sick, so sick in the head.

"Oh, my lord, the contractions are getting closer and closer."

"Okay, you need to breathe slowly. And push."

"EASY FOR YOU TO SAY!"

"Just breathe, come on. Again." It felt as if her lower body was getting torn from her torso.

"I can't, this hurts so much!"

"Last one. Do it now."

"AHHHHHHH…" Suddenly the pain stop, and a wail of baby could be heard. Through the blood and flashing lights, he was beautiful. Her son was beautiful.

"Clean him off." He ordered. All Vivian wanted to see was his beautiful face again.

"He's healthy. A thick head of dark hair and dark eyes of his father. The golden skin of his mother. Who wants him first?" Vivian instantly threw out her hands, her little boy fazing into her arms. The little magic she could produce only increased with the new bond with her son. Voldemort was displeased with the question, he should have been given the first chance to take possession of him. On further inspection, he noticed his son already had a clear understanding of his surroundings. He smirked looking up at his father. This must have been the feeling men described looking at their first born sons. Was it pride? Or it arrogance for knowing they would produce perfection?

"What's the prince's name?"

'Demetrius." Vivian wasn't going to let anyone take that much from her. She spent months thinking of the perfect name. She knew she wouldn't completely know for sure until she saw his face. This thought enraged Voldemort, who quickly took the baby out of the arms of his mother. He had in fact thought the name was satisfactory, but the idea that she had the say in it is what set him off.

"Where are you taking him?" Tears were spilling from her enraged eyes, how he dare take him from her. "Where are you taking my son?" The midwives were trying to hold her down. She had just given birth she needed to recuperate.

"My heir." She screamed in anguish. Voldemort swiftly slammed the doors behind him.