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His Princess

Voldemort was beside himself. He had sent an army to look for his daughter, and they hadn't returned yet.

Even Fenrir's heart cringed with fear. He thought if he had a mate and someone had raped her, he would tear them, one piece at the time, for days.

"I will tear McNair's body with my own hands. I wished I hadn't been so hasty in killing Bella. She deserved a terrible death. She tried to kill my daughter."

Jean cried, "Where is she? You send your minions to hurt her. She nearly died several times by your orders, and now you care, where were you before? You ordered her caught and hurt."

"NOOOOO! How could I, the nasty witch deceived me. I didn't know. McNair and his companions will die. Look what they did to my princess." He sat by her side, he wanted to touch her, to feel her warmth. She moved away from him.

"No, if you kill the man over me, I will kill myself. Not one more death, send him away, you created these monsters. I knew who you were, and I still loved you."

He tried to dry her tears, and she slapped his hand.

"Dear just let me hold your hand, please darling, I need you." Voldemort's voice was needy.

Those listening at the door couldn't believe Voldemort's tone. Saying please and begging, unbelievable.

"No, don't touch me. The day when you said dirty and blood, I suspected that you thought I had tainted blood. You are an idiot. I just didn't know who you were at first, yes I'd heard about the Dark Lord, but not that you were him."

She screamed. "No more deaths, read my mind, I am also a witch, my parents were killed by the order. You abandoned your daughter and I. Not only that, you sent someone to kill me. Later my uncle and aunt told me that you had done it. You monster, sending others to kill me. How could you?"

"No my darling, how could I? I swear that I didn't."

"If you didn't, why didn't you look for me? I waited, and you never did. I cried for you for years. No more deaths, not one more."

"Jean, don't tell me what to do. He was told once and once again not to do this. He has lusted after you since those days in Nuremberg. I knew that he was an idiot and should have enforced my will. He must have betrayed you to Bellatrix. I didn't know, I swear that I didn't my sweet angel."

"I don't want your lies, I want to go. No more deaths."

"No, he is at fault, thus, I cannot respect your wishes, I will tear him up limb by limb with my own hands. I promised him. I cannot let you go, I must protect you, I have too many enemies. I will never let you go. I must kill him, he is the one at fault." Even injured she was lovely, he couldn't get over how she looked.

As before his love for her made him human. If someone had looked hard they would have seen a little of the old Tom. Even more surprising Nagini wasn't with him. He didn't want Jean to see the snake "I will kill him and the one who was about to defile you."

"Do it, and I will find a way to die, this has been a long road, you left me when I needed you most. I trusted you, and you abandoned me. After a while I knew your identity, and I still loved you."

She was crying so hard that his heart ached. He couldn't lose her again. He wanted to lay by her and hold her, like in the pensives he had hidden and still watched whenever he could. He wanted to be whole for her. If she would let him touch her.

"My boyfriend left me, he wasn't a Muggle, he was a wizard, Peter Smith, and he thought I was tainted. Only Robert, dear old sweet Robert, who didn't care for women stood by me and married me. He was the Grangers' nephew, 25 years my senior, and you had him killed. My sweet Robert, a knight of old, a real gentleman who learned to love a woman, so he could make me happy. A true friend, who held my hand when I was having your baby. He was a good gentle father who raised and loved your child. You paid him by sending monsters to kill him. Gods, I hate myself for still loving you, I do."

He had to leave the room, she was in a bad state and ordered him to go. Although he hated the idea of Robert, he wished that he wasn't dead. She was very sad, and he hated it.

He sent for McNair who looked afraid. To everyone's surprise Voldemort did not have McNair killed, instead took his magic away and sent him to America. "You are never to come back again. You must go alone because your children and wife are not at fault. For your long service, I will let you keep your name and half of your vault. I don't want you to betray us because you are too poor."

Nobody could believe it. It was only the beginning.-

Hermione was found, brought back, and went straight to see her mother. Voldemort was right behind her trying to talk, she didn't grant him a second look.

"My dear stop. You are my daughter, please listen..." he chased after her, pleading.

She ignored him, moreover, after reaching the room, she slammed the door right on his face.

Her mother looked awful, Hermione feared for the worst and was right.

"No, not my father, my daddy, not him. Oh Mommy what happened to you?"

Hermione was not well. The effects of the Crucio lingered. The nose bleed came and went, she was in a lot of pain because there was no pain potion for the effects of a Crucio. While Voldemort sat by the door like a dog, mother and daughter held each other sobbing. Their mourning sounds gave him physical pain. They sounded like the survivors of a great tragedy, and he could do nothing for them. He understood that neither his daughter nor Jean wanted anything to do with him.

The reason was simple, he was a cold blood killer, and they hated the idea. Jean knew what she was, not a total squib, just low magic. She had been injured during the raid to her home, done by the Order who had killed her grandfather and uncles. The same order her daughter fought for. Jean had lived in fear that Dumbledore would discover who Hermione was, but the Headmaster never did. In turn, her daughter was discriminated and treated bad by her father's people. Meanwhile, Jean had made sure that she was never seen in the magical world, scared that someone might remember. She had always been afraid for her child.

Voldemort stayed by their door step waiting, but neither his daughter nor Jean wanted anything to do with him. They saw him as a cold blood killer, in didn't matter if they were both Pure Bloods as it turned out, they could care less.

Jean already knew what she was, not a total squib, just low magic. She had been injured during the raid to her home. The order were the perpetrators. Ironic, it was the same order that has murdered her parents, grandfather and uncles, in cold blood, was the order her daughter fought for.

Jean had lived all the last years in fear that Dumbledore would discover who Hermione was, but he never did. Indeed the years had been long and hard.

Both, Hermione and Jean refused to talk to him'and stayed in the room for days. He longed to hold his child, to kiss her, he had waited for a lifetime to do it, and she saw him as the enemy. He had nobody to blame but himself, he kind of knew that

It seemed so very hopeless, and all he wanted was to find a way to make them care, but for once his evil genius didn't help.

a/n There are a few mysteries and it seem more than one has secrets. This is the case where an evil being has room for love. Maybe we will find out how he got here. So much tragedy, hopefully they will get a break. Hope is still holding your interest