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This is seriously AU - I have messed with a lot of different aspects of the Harry Potter World, You have been warned.

There is a lot of physical and sexual abuse and HEAVY Light Bashing. I haven't decided on any pairings, yet.

Disclaimer - The World of Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, WB's and I am sure more. This is for entertainment only and I am making NO money from this.

The Dark Lord suddenly snapped up and looked around. Spotting Severus sitting across the room he spoke, sounding desperate.

"Is it true, is it true Sev, is it real?"

"Very true my Lord, she is here, and she is safe. She is sleeping right now, she was quite shocked." He replied with a slight smile.

"Why did you do that potion? How did this come about? Is she upset?" The man was panicking a bit, he was worried she wouldn't want him. He was not an easy man to like, he could be a downright bastard, he knew this.

"Her par...The people who raised her, who were supposed to be muggles, they started throwing spells at us as we were trying to leave her house. She, being incredibly intelligent, deduced that they may not be her true parents, if they lied about having magic, what else had they lied about." He took a breath and continued the story. "So she requested the potion, after doing it...I nearly had a heart attack. Harry was the one who summoned it, as Iliana and I were both in shock at the revelation, and called for you. Then you feinted" The normally composed man then snorted.

"I DID NOT!" The Dark Lord nearly screeched indignantly.

"You did so, however, I wont say another word on it. As for her reaction, I don't believe it to be negative...she is merely overwhelmed. As anyone would be finding out that your life is a lie."

"True...My daughter Severus, the Princess of the Dark Order, she's returned." A satisfied smile played across his mouth.

"Indeed, come, you should sleep properly while Iliana sleeps." The potions master helped his old friend and Lord to his own bedroom.

The next morning Hermione sat on her bed. She was so confused, and so upset. The Grangers weren't her real parents, Tom Riddle, Voldemort, The Dark Lord himself was her father. And who was her mother? She didn't recognize the name. Was she some crazy follower? How did her father loose her? Did he give her up? Did he even know about her before now? Would he accept her? No...he wouldn't. She was raised as a muggle, and then if he found out her secret he definitely wouldn't. She didn't notice the tears falling down her face. Would he do the same thing her false father had? She shuddered at that thought. A knock at her door caused her to startle and quickly wipe her face.

"Come in..." The door opened and the man in question walked in.

"Hello Iliana, may I come in?" He ignored the flinch at her real name, for now.

"Of course" she gestured to the chair beside her bed that she was sitting cross legged on.

There was an awkward silence at first till she finally looked at him and began asking questions.

"Why wasn't I with you or someone you trusted?"

"Because you were stolen from me. You and Draco Malfoy both were taken from the manor one night when most of the adults were out. The Nannies tried, but the Order of the Flaming Chicken attacked and took you both. The Longbottom's and the Potters were both there that night...so the Lestranges went to them and I went to the Potters. Dumbledore showed up and that's how a curse hit Harry, he deflected it at the boy. I also believe he killed the Potters, because I only stunned them, and then went and pushed the Longbottom's over the edge. They gave up Draco's location, but not yours. I was then a spirit, though even then I kept looking. I never could find you." He took a breath. "I never stopped believing you were out there, I loved you so much."

"Who was my mother?" She asked, her mind reeling with the newest information.

"Aleria Selwyn, she was homeschooled, never went to Hogwarts. I met her at a society party. I fell in love with her, and she with me. Despite her parents protestations, we married. She was always a bit, frail, but we loved each other. When she told me she was pregnant, I was so happy, I had never been happier."

"Where is she? Why isn't she here?"

"She died giving birth to you, she hemorrhaged and they just couldn't stop it. You were my life after that...loosing her was so hard, but loosing you destroyed me."

"Do you still want me, now that you know what I am? I've been raised by muggles, not all that powerful..."

"OF COURSE I DO! I have been searching for you for almost your entire life, even when I was no more than a spirit."

"You cant...you cant still want me..." she shook her head tears forming.

"Why wouldn't I? You are everything to me..." HE was confused, what was he doing wrong?

There was silence..."Iliana, please, what is it?"

She shook her head, tears rolling. He got up and sat next to her wrapping her in a hug .

"Please, baby, you can tell me anything, what is it?" He was really concerned now, what could have his daughter so upset.

Then, a deep breath, and in a voice that was barley a whisper "Daddy's little whore"

His world stopped as those words sank into his mind. His eyes went wide, his magic sparked, wrapping her in a cocoon of warmth while the rest of the room was subjected to his outrage. He felt her shrink herself and shake with fear. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and tried to bring his absolute RAGE down. Finally he gained control of himself and his magic.

"Iliana look at me" He asked quietly. She shook her head and looked down at the bed. He places a finger below her chin and encouraged her to look up.

"Please..." She slowly looked up, still scared.

"I am NOT angry with you, my little princess, not at all. It is THEM I am angry at. I am sorry I scared you. I want you to tell me everything that happened though."

She started shaking her head violently "No no no no no...I cant, no no"

"Why did you keep this a secret, will you tell me that?" She looked at him and almost calmly, and mindlessly told him.

"Little whores don't talk about what they do with daddy. I did try though, with Dumbledore. Nothing happened though, and he was SO mad when I got home. He made sure that I knew...little whores don't talk about it. Ever" she was shaking at the memory.

"You are NOT a whore, look at me, you are NOT a whore. You are my Daughter, a Princess. We will get you thorough this Iliana. I swear to you. " He held her while she cried.

Finally after what felt like hours, she quieted and slipped into an exhausted sleep. He needed to call her God Parents together. He was going to need help.

Now he had two broken children in his home...how did things get so complicated...oh right...Dumbledore, the fucker.