Heir to Riddle

Prologue

Voldemort looked down at the child in mild disdain.

"You are one of the supposed prophecy children?" he murmured, tilting the boy's chin up with one finger. "How...disappointing." Green eyes blinked up at him as the small boy smiled up at him.

Unaware of what was transpiring downstairs. Of his parents' bodies lying motionless on the floor.

"Come here, child," Voldemort scooped the boy up, pressing the small thing against his side and hidden under dark robes. The child cooed softly, cuddling into him.

Oh, how misplaced his trust was.

The Dark Lord strode down the stairs, ignoring the simpering greeting of Bellatrix. It was unfortunate that she'd had to kill off the Potter couple, but the two refused to stand aside and let her Lord choose the babe that would be his equal. And she refused to leave Voldemort's side that night, lest anything terrible occur.

Let no one say she was not loyal to her cause.

"Are we ready, my Lord?" she asked primly, and the man simply lifted one side of his robe to reveal the dozing child. "Oh, he's darling! It's such a shame he has such a common name. Harry . The nerve of some people!"

She cooed over him as if she hadn't just insulted his name and parents, but didn't dare attempt to take him from her Lord.

"Yes, yes, a new name is in order, now come along, Bella."

The two exited the building, leaving in a puff of smoke just as the cracks of apparition sounded around them.

When they left that fateful night, the Wixen world was left in distress without either Prophecy Child.