Heir to Riddle

Chapter Two

Voldemort sighed as he watched the young boy curl against his robes. The room was silent, almost too quiet for a two year old to be present.

"Hayden," he murmured, gently stroking the boy's hair. "You are in a rather inconvenient position for me." The toddler huffed, moving to slowly look up at him.

"Comfy," he mumbled, leaning his chin against the man.

"You cannot possibly be comfortable," Voldemort raised an eyebrow, carefully moving the child's head so he wouldn't hurt his neck. " I am most certainly not comfy ." The boy giggled, wrapping his arms around Voldemort's neck.

He sighed, peeling Hayden away from him. The toddler sniffed and whined briefly about the cold, before a stern look from the man had him quieting. Voldemort patted his head, unbuttoning his robes.

"Dada!" Hayden tried, stretching his hands out for the Dark Lord. The man just sighed, wondering how the child could possibly find him appealing when he looked so snake-like. This had started ever since he had blood-adopted the brat, and now the child wouldn't stop whining for him.

"No." He gently pushed the grabbing hands down, and the boy's face fell.

"Dada...?" Hayden's voice was quiet, and Voldemort shook his head.

"Your father is dead, child," he explained softly. "I am not-"

"Dada!" Hayden cried again, his green eyes misting over as he tugged on Voldemort's sleeve as he tried to gain the man's attention — unaware that he had it.

"Fine, you insolent brat!" Voldemort snapped, and the boy beamed up at him. "Stubborn boy." The man's eyes softened, and he placed a gentle hand on Hayden's head.

"I suppose we should get along, if I am to live with you."

Hayden only giggled.