"Asphasia, you're my little darling." Harry cooed as he held his daughter, swinging slowly around; dancing to soft music.
Voldemort was in his office, Crucio'ing Lucius and Bellatrix. Those two couldn't distinguish their wands from knives in a draw.
Two weeks ago, Asphasia had been born. Harry thought Voldemort was going to snap when he finally woke up. The red eyed man was sitting there holding his daughter as if she was a bomb waiting to go off. Harry thought Voldemort needed to kill something, so he ended up sending his love on a raid at Diagon Alley. Just for parental issues with Voldemort really.
"She looks like you Harry," the younger turned towards Voldemort and grinned,
"Don't worry, I'm sure she'll inherit some of your genes."
"We're not going to be doing anymore parenting any time soon?" Harry made the weirdest face before turning back to his daughter.
"No, Voldemort, I think one is enough – even though I've always wanted a family. I'd rather have a small one rather than go through that again." Voldemort nodded, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist and looking down at his daughter over his shoulder.
"Maybe just a little," he said as he watched the red eyes blink up at him from his daughter's face.