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Chapter 100

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself as you activate one of the portkeys Severus had prepared for you. The familiar tug at your navel pulls you through the ether, and within seconds, you land softly near the boundary of your father's estate. The grand, imposing structure rises before you, a place of power and secrets that has been your home for so long.

You make your way through the wards that surround the estate, the familiar sensation of magical barriers parting to allow you through. The air is thick with the residual energy of countless enchantments, a constant reminder of the formidable presence that resides within these walls. 

As you step inside, the quiet grandeur of the estate greets you, and you feel a strange mix of emotions—a sense of finality, but also a lingering connection to the place you've called home.

You walk with purpose toward your study, your footsteps echoing in the empty halls. It feels strange, knowing that this might be one of the last times you walk these corridors as a resident. When you reach the door, you take a moment to compose yourself before entering.

Your father, Lord Voldemort, sits behind the large desk in the study, his serpentine features sharp in the dim light. Nagini is coiled at his feet, her dark eyes watching you with the same intensity as always. He looks up as you enter, his red eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity.

"Father," you begin, your voice steady. "I've come to tell you that I'm going to start packing my things."

He leans back in his chair, his long fingers steepled under his chin. "Were you surprised by Severus's gift?"

You can't help but smile, a genuine warmth in your expression. "Completely. I had no idea he was planning all of this. The cabin, the protections... it's more than I could have ever imagined."

Voldemort nods slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. "He is thorough, I'll give him that. But it will be too quiet here without you. Just the sound of Wormtail's sniveling." His tone is as dry and cold as ever, but there's something underneath it, something almost... wistful.

You pause, considering your next words carefully. "Maybe I could come back to visit every so often, Father. Not for meetings or plans, just to see you."

His eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of something—perhaps surprise—crossing his face. "Why would you want to come back and see me, Violet?"

You step closer, your gaze unwavering as you meet his. "Because you're my father, and I care about you."

For a moment, there's silence between you, the weight of your words hanging in the air. Voldemort's expression remains unreadable, his eyes boring into yours as if searching for any hint of deceit. You stand your ground, letting him see the sincerity in your gaze, the truth of what you feel.

"Why would you care about me?" he asks, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and disbelief. "Until a couple of years ago, I was no one to you."

You take a deep breath, choosing your words carefully. "Because you are my father," you say softly, yet firmly. "And I will always have hope that you want me for a daughter, not just as a tool or a means to achieve power."

His eyes narrow slightly, as if the concept is foreign to him. "Why would you still have hope after all this time? After everything you've seen and done?"

You look into his eyes, feeling the depth of your emotions rise to the surface. "Because when you have nothing, you can still have hope for something better, something more. You may be powerful, feared, and respected by many, but deep down, you're still human, Father. And I believe that there's more to you than just the desire for power. I hope that one day, you'll see that I'm not just another pawn in your game, but someone who truly cares about you."