I look down at the baby again.

It feels weird knowing that she is my daughter.

She has a mixture hair color. I have a feeling that she will have curly hair like me. I feel excitment when I realise that I could have this child do what ever i want she would be under my rule. I decide to name her Hermione. I like that name. I don't know why but ever since mum taught us about greek mythology years ago the name always stuck out to me. I don't know about the middle name. If she were to live as a spy it would have to be something kind that a stupid muggle would give there child I think.  

      After a few minutes thinking I realise how cold i am even though it is September the wind is abe to blow right through this cabbin. I imagin Tom sitting up the hill in the riddle house. Probably by the fire in the same room that his father and grandparents were murdered. I start to wish that I was up there with him, by the fire, maybe he would be comforting me or holding hermione in his arms. But no, that is not how he works. He knows no love or care and decides to just leave me here in this freezing litle hut with his newborn daughter.

16 years later

          Hermione has become a death eater branded with the dark mark. She has been living with the Malfoy's for all of her life and has been raised with Draco like a brother. She knows who her father is but not her mother, in fact the only people who know who her mother is are Tom, Narcissa, Luciuss and ofcourse Bellatrix. Very few people know about Hermione's true identity as to keep it a secret. 

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