Uncharted {HP FF}

Prolog: Voldemort's P.O.V

I watched her intently. She was holding a part of me right in her arms. The part of me that would soon follow in my footsteps. The part of me that would be as great and powerful as I. The part of me that is my daughter.

Emily looked up at me from the bed. She smiled at me as she cooed to the small being that had put her through so much pain, but not as much pain as I was about to.

She was drowned in a puddle of sweat. Blood stained the blanket that clung just below her waist. She refused to clean up right after giving birth, saying she wanted to hold 'our child'. Well it is not ours, it is mine. The child is mine.

"What should we name her, my lord?" Emily asked. 'We'.

"I shall name her Victoria. A name fit for a queen. It means victory." I mused as I took the small thing into my own arms.

"Very well chosen, my lord" I could hear the tension in her voice as she watched me stroke the baby's soft face. She doesn't trust me. I know that well enough by now.

While she was pregnant, she didn't tell me until it became apparent. While I knew, she didn't let me be around her. While I was around, she would hide all emotion. The child has changed her. She will now be nothing more to me than the mother of MY child. I never loved her, only tolerated her, but now, she is useless. Utter junk to me. Excess fat. And what do we do with excess fat?

We get rid of it.

"Take the child to her room, Humble" I reluctantly gave our house elf my little girl. He waddled out of the room with just a nod.

"Why? Can't I hold her more?" Emily became distressed and tried to get out of the bed. It was a big house, the Riddle manor. She would have no luck finding the room. So, I pushed her back to the bed lightly.

"You have done a great duty for me" I began, holding no emotion to my face or my voice. Like always. "You have given me an heir for some purposes. Her looks will do great for me" I looked at her, keeping my wand in hand. There was no doubt that I would surely succeed and live for eternity, but an heir seemed better. She would be someone to rule with me while still under my control.

"Is there something you are trying to say, my lord" She asked with a worried expression as her breathing increased. Something I have gotten used to with people in my presence.

"You are no longer needed" I stated simply

"But, my lord, won't you need someone to help you raise her? What about when the Potters are found? You will be so busy" Emily looked at my face as if searching for something. She still has the idea that I, Lord Voldemort, The Dark Lord, have an expression to search for. She will die like this. Wondering. This thought made me laugh.

"I have others for that! You have become too weak because of the pregnancy! I cannot carry a weakling around like a pack mule! Who do you think you are?" I yelled at her making each word like venom, making her cringe. I laughed. "Don't you remember the days when you would stand tall against me as I yelled? You are no longer that woman. You are soft! You are lazy!" I laughed evilly and pointed my wand at her. "You are powerless" I whispered. "CRUCIO!" I laughed as her body convulse vigorously on the bed. Her screams drowning out everything. "CRUCIO!" I yelled it again and watched with excitement.

"Please! Please Stop!" Emily cried and screamed

"Alright. I'll do you the justice and end the misery. AVADA KADAVRA!"A flash of green light lit from my wand and all was silent. I laughed to myself. Such a stupid girl. Thinking I could love her. The only thing I love is the child sleeping in my old bedroom.

She will be mine and only mine. My only fear is that she becomes weak like her mother, but if this happens, I will still love her. I remember when Emily was so head strong and feared nothing, not even me. She left the life of good and light for me. I liked that about her, and I kept her around, but she is now nothing to me.