DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The storyline, all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property. Glorioux

Jealousy

"Thanks for your warning, we are just friends, I will try to let him down easy." Jean said, and her aunt looked at her, she recognized a lie when she saw it.

Das Junge Hertz, (young heart) when love made its presence known, she was powerless as other young witches before her, the aunt thought with her heart full of sadness.

Her German relatives were squibs, all caught in the Grindenwald war, half of her family killed by the Dark Wizard's enemies, and the other half, to include her parents, killed by the Aurors and the Order.

Just then Jean remembered that terrible time.

During the attack when her parents were murdered, her magic core was damaged. Although, it was possible to repair it, it was better damaged and live as a Muggle.

She was being raised as a Muggle by his father's best friend. He was from a magical family that had given up magic and lived as Muggles. He was hiding her from the Order.

She had seen the Order's leader, Albus Dumbledore. It was the day they stormed into their home, she was nearly six, and her young parents hid her inside a wall niche.

"Shh, my love, no noises, no matter what you see. Never forget we love you, never."

From her hiding place through a slat opening, Jean saw Dumbledore killing her parents. She could still see it, if she closed her eyes. Not sure how, but the nasty wizard found her. She was in luck, one of his fighters, a tall, handsome wizard fought with him and freed her from Albus clutches "Run little one, run," she did and caught a bit of a hex fired by Dumbledore. He meant to kill her.

The tall wizard that picked up her fallen body was also injured badly while trying to rescue her. She remembered him, he was crying fat tears, "Forgive me, who kills families? I don't." In the woods, he passed her to two young wizards, who then took the injured child to the Grangers.

At least one had known of her father and his friendship with the Grangers. She still remembered names; she never forgot names or words, it was a gift; she heard several names, but no longer knew who was who, Arthur, Rufus, Hagrid, Alastor, Gideon, Minerva, Poppy, Molly and there were others.

One was a giant, she was sure, another an African warrior, they were real not made up. Nobody was happy; they were running, forming a wall around to protect her. They were urging Dumbledore to stop, and some were severely injured during the madness. She was sure not one backed Albus up,

Dumbledore yelled and kept calling her 'the bad seed, and a nasty seedling, you must die.' She remembered several of the Order members crying, but not why. She forgot much of that day.

The fighters' last words were, "We don't kill children or defenseless families, remember that. Hide well little one, stay away from Albus Dumbledore, don't forget his name. Albus, Albus…" they repeated so she would remember. She didn't remember much, her arm was bleeding and she must have fainted.

She remembered and planned to gift them all when she became of age. That was the reason why she saved all her money. She was going to give it all to them. They had saved her life, if not for them, she should be dead.

When the Grangers asked her if she remembered, she'd lied. She didn't want something bad to happen to her rescuers. She didn't trust them, the Grangers, not to retaliate. They were warriors, each one of them.

She followed Albus and had learned about the Dark Lord. She knew of Tom; after all, he had visited a few times, and once for something she forgot. She also read the others' names in the Wizarding news. The Malfoy, part of the Dark movement also sounded familiar.

She suspected that Herr Stern was right, and Thomas was not other than other Dark Lord. It matter none because she still loved him.

All would have been well but for McNair, who didn't heed the warning and instead contacted Bellatrix. She rewarded him properly, with her body.

Voldemort had made a decision; he had detected the life inside her even if she didn't know yet. They were naked and was still inside of her. Indeed, he couldn't have enough and never would.

He moved above her and kissed her, pouring out all his love. She was the one for him. The new life filled him with odd feelings. His daughter wouldn't be an orphan. A daughter, a child, he would be a father after all these years.

There was nothing extraordinary about it as to the why he chose her. He now knew all the facts by now. Her mother and father had been his supporters, both Slytherins.

They used to tease him, "Tom, you will marry our child of that we are sure," they were in the first class during his last year, and both were seers.

He didn't believe the young followers, powerful, generous, and beautiful, both of them.

They were dead by Dumbledore's hand, but their child lived, and he was madly in love with her. He had heard that the entire family had been killed. When he learned of their deaths, he had killed many in retribution, such a waste, he had truly liked her parents.

He had seen Jean when she was what five or so. His bride, they teased him, "She will be your wife and have your child."

So yes, this wasn't a surprise. He would tell her later. Now, Jean Henke was growing his flesh and blood, his baby.

"Darling, I want you to meet me tomorrow tonight, inside the shed at the edge of your town, by the old church. I have something I want to ask you," he told her as he kissed her smooth back, and while his hand held on to her lower belly, touching his daughter, his future, his love.

How he longed to kiss the small child; it would be a long wait. A baby, his daughter made by him, from their love, it would be a long wait. He hoped she would look like Jean, two witches to love.

"Tom, my love, why not tell me right now?" she was afraid that he would want to say goodbye, she knew that he had all the money he sought and tears ran down her cheeks.

"Don't cry my angel; surprises are best." He kissed her tears and held her tenderly.

He couldn't tell her that he was taking her with him and didn't want any witnesses. He would hide her from even his supporters, from everyone, in a home he had bought years ago from her parents no less.

He knew that he had too many enemies and not to trust anyone with all that he'd ever cared for; his most valuable possession. Correction, his most precious possessions, the mother and his child, his, no one else's. A witch who loved him, not for his power, but because it was right.

"Because if I tell you, the walls might hear. I have powerful enemies, my sweet princess," he said as he opened her thighs and sought her warmth. He was ready for her.

"Be patient; I will never abandon you. How could I?" He whispered and cried his passion when he entered her.

"My love, my angel, my savior, my only one, my love, my princess, my dearest, oh yes, so good, yes come around me. Oh, yes." His body shuttered with intense pleasure. "So good, you…perfection…"

But the walls had ears, the ears of a jealous witch, the ears of Bellatrix Lestrange.

Bella, who stood on the other side listening, threw a magical blade into the wall at Voldemort's cries of tenderness and passion, sounds that she had never heard. She cursed when she heard his words of love, she had nulled the silencing charm and heard the entire session.

McNair sat looking at her, waiting for the revenge sex.

Rodolphus sat on the bed, angry, fuck Bella, he could care less what she thought. She was an evil sick fuck. He was afraid of her and had married her to be close to Tom, to join his bed.

He had one love, since the first time he saw him. Tom who had never cried for him like that. He wanted to hurt the Mudblood.

Yes, Voldemort should have done something to McNair because he had severely impaired his future.

1998

The snatchers were very happy with their catch. All but their leader, because Fenrir detected a smell that he recognized, not the same, not the one now, but before, when the wizard was whole. He needed to talk to Voldemort, urgently.

"Careful with the chit, if anyone touches a hair you are dead. Scabior not so much touching, if you desire to lose a limb, I will be glad to oblige."

He had to get near the boss before something regrettable happened. She also reminded him of the young witch he had helped long ago, why hadn't anyone noticed before? Who was behind it? At once, he made the connection. If he were right, the young witch was in mortal peril.

Voldemort had fallen for Jean Henke, he had trusted Fenrir a few years ago. He and a friend had seen them walking, and he remembered that day. He needed to get his friend to help. But how was the young witch alive? Had his friend helped Miss Henke?

1978-1979

The evening when he was going to pick up Jean, Bellatrix came with the terrible news, she brought him the evidence, a lock of her hair, and her bloody overcoat.

"How did you know?"

"A Muggle came looking for you, to come and help someone important to you. He had a tip to go to an address…"

He was so disturbed that he believed her. So much that he didn't look further, a fatal mistake.

She told him that her relatives had killed her when she refused to stop seeing him. Sadly and foolishly he chose to believe her.

It wasn't true, she arrived, disguised, at the relatives house. "Miss Henke, I am Thomas' personal assistant, and there has been a change of plans, he is leaving tonight. He wants you to meet him this evening instead of tomorrow."

When Jean came by the rendezvous point, Bellatrix kidnapped the young witch. To Bella's dismay, someone or someones had helped her escape; someone who hated Bellatrix.

Bellatrix had made everyone believed that Voldemort had wanted to kill her, yet one disobeyed and helped her escape.

She lived in fear that he would find out. That day she was lucky that Voldemort believed her, but she knew what would happen sooner or later, it always did.

Rodolphus had told her so when he found out what she was going to do, "Foolish witch, you shouldn't do it. When he finds out you go down alone. Don'y you know, liars always trip and fall down, usually when least expected."

She knew the later and was determined that would never happen, thus was always in the look out. She often wondered if Rodolphus had helped the witch escape, but how?

Nevertheless, her astuteness had served her right. She had spied since she was a young girl. She always listened when her parents had hushed conversations, and always made sure that she looked out after herself and her beloved Narcissa.

She did whatever necessary to be ahead, anything for the two of them. As a matter of fact that was the second time she had tried to rid this world from either Jean or her kin. And she would do it again. But once again, there were loose threads. No matter, she would be vigilant.

To Voldemort's great dismay, he had never obtained the information about her family in England, and he grew despondent.

He believed Bellatrix and the pain was killing him. It wasn't over, the pain would soon worsened. It happened when Abraxas talked to him. Abraxas had made the connection long ago. The truth about Jean's young parents

Abraxas had just arrived in Germany. He looked troubled, Lucius had sent him an urgent message about Voldemort's beloved, and of the pain he was suffering. He was concerned.

Long ago, Abraxas had remembered what his father had told him. He just never told Voldemort. It was a secret about Jean's family that very few knew. He had known Jean's parents and had an invested interest on the family. He wanted to make sure his heir had the best.

Abraxas was still regretful and sad about Lucius marrying the 'wrong one.' He hated Albus for that reason as well. For depriving his son from a perfect spouse, one chosen by the Malfoy magic.

So it was that the same day he lost Jean, Thomas Riddle, AKA Voldemort was told who had been Jean's grandfather, and he screamed. His child's powers would had been without equals.

His heart hardened up, he wanted to stop hurting, he wanted a cure. He was suffering from humanities oldest disease. It wasn't t possible to be vaccinated and there was no cure. It wasn't a disease, or a curse, it was LOVE. Voldemort wasn't one to love twice; he had lost it all.

He left Germany broken up, convinced that her relatives had killed her to keep her away. When he went to look for them wasn't able to kill them because the same one who brought the young witch to them, that very night, had helped them escape.

The one who rescued Jean and her relatives, had risked his life and his future. Why? Because he couldn't let Bellatrix destroy more lives.

The old couple had gone into hiding after driving her to Munich to fly home. The family was very wealthy and were able to disappear in the Muggle world.

Jean later married the Granger's cousin, 20 years older than her. Jean was four months pregnant but Robert didn't care. He loved the young woman, besides he had mumps when he was a teen and couldn't have babies.

Robert had never loved a woman before, but he loved Jean, and the child became his. Not a physical love, no, but he made a vow to love her and kept it; he was loyal and faithful. As Jean would always say, Robert was a good honorable man, a modern knight, just like his ancestors had been.

1998

Greyback was being blocked from talking to Tom. He knew that Bellatrix was behind it.

Bella already had suspicions at the MoM, but they were no longer suspicions they were a fact. A good thing that she had taken precautions earlier that day.

She needed to kill the little bitch before her beloved Lord recognized her. She had minutes to act before Voldemort saw her. She was lucky; he was late.

He finally came in, held by some reports. He caught a glimpse of the Mudblood, and his heart skipped many beats, it had been 18 years and an eternity. He felt strange, and he could barely breathe.

Voldemort recognized the young witch, the spitting image of Jean, but for the coloring. A big chasm opened in front of him. He remembered wishing his daughter would look like his love. She was alive, alive.

He came right on time to see Bellatrix Cruciatus his daughter, and saw Bella's intent. His anger darkened the room; his fear created a wind blowing cold. His daughter's screams and her pain were more than get could bear.

Fenrir finally caught up with Voldemort at that precise moment. He also watched in horror. He had figured out that Bellatrix was the one who had sent the now dead assassin to kill him, do he wouldn't warn Tom. Although Fenrir had guessed right, he was too late. Nevertheless, he spoke over the screams of the young witch, "Tom, Bella is killing your child."