Prologue

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"My Lord," said Bellatrix, "she is born."
"Give her to me, Bella. Remember, she is mine. Bring her here now."
"Yes, My Lord." Bellatrix hurried from the room, and came back a few minutes later with a wailing baby in her arms, wrapped in a pale green blanket.
"Silencio," said Voldemort, flicking his wand casually at the baby. The wails stopped at once. "She is certainly not a pretty girl, but we can teach her much."
"What is her name to be, My Lord?"
"Her name shall be Ivory Ferali Riddle. Now leave, Bella. I need to think."
"Yes, My Lord."

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