Harry Potter and The Girl who Lived

Chapter 4: Lord Voldemort

My Violet looked so grown up today. She definitely did look like her mother, Lily Potter. It's such a shame that I had to kill her. She would've been extremely useful with her muggle knowledge, but she proved herself a true mudblood. And James, ah he should've welcomed me, and joined the Death Eaters. However, it seems he didn't want to live a decent life of a Pureblood. Too sad.

At least Violet has me and Severus. She is much too delicate to be left alone in this world.

When I looked at her today, her faint face, and her petite figure, she reminded me of how I picked her up and took her away 16 years ago. She was nothing less than adorable.

I didn't intend on killing either James or Lily, but they made me do it. They were going to kill me if I didn't kill them. That night, I went to Godric's Hollow to convince the Potters to join arms with me and the Death Eaters. But what has happened, has already happened.

After Lily had stepped in front of Harry, her love protected him and Violet. My sweet Violet. She too was hiding behind her mother when I had approached the little room.

The curse had hit Lily straight in the heart and her love left her two children with mere scars. A few minutes later, Harry started to cry, while Violet sat there and stared at me. She seemed brave and not a sob escaped from the child. The curse had rebounded and hit me. I was weak, and Harry's wailing only made it worse.

I waited till Harry calmed down, and laid him into his cot.

I couldn't take him with me. Harry was well known to all of the wizarding world, but Violet- the Potters shielded her from everyone else, because she was- different.

 I turned and looked at Violet, and her eyes stole my heart. The boy I know would be fine, but what about her? I couldn't leave her. I spread my arms open, gestured her to come forward, and I asked her, "Sweetheart, what's your name?"

"Momma —- Momma ——," she stammered.

"My child, Momma will be fine. See, she's just taking a little nap."

She stepped forward, and then rushed into my arms.

"Violet. I —— am —— Violet. V - I - O - L - E - T. Momma taught me," as she snuggled closer into my shoulder. As soon as I had cradled her, she had fallen asleep in no time.

I was amazed, but I was also dreadful. I mercilessly murdered the parents of two children. I felt disgusted with myself. No words could possibly describe the pain that struck my heart. I ripped a daughter away from her mother and her father. Her childhood would be different, much different than what her parents expected.

I was supposed to put both children to death, since they had witnessed me killing their very own parents, but I couldn't bear to kill such innocent faces. As Violet and Harry slept soundly, I erased their memories of their parents and of each other. And before the villagers would discover what had happened at the Potters, I quickly whisked Violet away under my large cloak. 

I held her against my weakening chest, and whispered, "My sweet little Violet, from today you will be my daughter—- my daughter, whom I will protect forever always." 

And with those parting words, I clutched the little green-eyed girl close to my chest, and I left the boy behind, not knowing what his future entailed, the boy who lived.