I know the few people that put me on follower alert were probably hoping for the Sirius/James/Hermione fic I mentioned in my last upload, but the story is impossible to publish chapter by chapter because of the amount of work I put into it, and how I go about it. (currently that story is at 86 chapters and 47 000 words)

I wanted to try out posting a story as I go, with a different angle to it than usual. I also saw the need for more fics with unusual pairings. There are no complete fics I could find with either Benjy Fenwick or Evan Rosier as a pairing for Hermione.

Also I find the idea of Voldemort as a father hilarious.

Daughter Dearest

Voldemort had never spared much thought when it came to sex.

Then he had overheard some bints in the library talking about something only his Knights of Walpurgis should know about. Torturing his followers soon revealed the culprit.

When he exclaimed "It was just pillow talk!" Lord Voldemort stopped. He was curious about what this meant exactly, something his knights were willing to gush like teenage girls about. Especially when it meant he would pause dealing out 'Crucio's.

The Heir of Slytherin had a lot to think about. Maybe this would be a great source of information for him, Salazar knew his minions hadn't been up to the task lately. There had always been girls throwing themselves at him, willing to do anything to please him, and for the first time he took advantage.

It wasn't until his birthday in 59 that he realized the consequences of such a stupid action. One of the vapid girls he had taken advantage of to gain some information about a founders object had come around to surprise him. She thought the news that she was pregnant with his child was cause for celebration, but he had never been so enraged as then.

He wanted her to take an abortion, she wanted to get married. They started a huge fight in the middle of the party Malfoy had thrown for him, which was also the reason he didn't just perform the abortion on her right there. Hell he might have killed her. But there were too many pureblood witnesses he had no control over. And there was no way he could obliviate the lot.

So to his great resentment, they agreed she would have the baby, but there would be no marriage.

She hoped he would change his mind, but when her parents found out, and the Dark Lord showed no sympathy for her situation, they did damage was shipped out of the country for a year, to his great relief. When she returned with the half year old brown eyed little girl in March, her parents came to him.

They wanted the child to be taken care of, but did not want the shame of a kid out of wedlock brought to their family name. So they made a deal with Voldemort. He would take care of his baby, and would be paid a handsome amount of galleons to keep quiet, and have an account set up for the child, where they would pay child support to.

And so, at 33 years old, Voldemort was a single father. Obviously the little girl would not be named Lady Voldemort, a cute toddler was not something that struck fear in people. So she was eventually named Hermione Merope Riddle, her middle name coming from his mother because he had been weak like her.

Most people would have warmed up to such a sweet child like Hermione, but he was the Dark Lord, all he saw was a filthy brat that he was paid handsomely to keep around.

Most of the time she was taken care of by Death Eater wives that had children around the same age, and they all loved her. She would always take care of other people, a stark contrast to her father, and shared toys with other kids, to her father's great shame.

Her first word had been "Daddy" in front of his Death Eaters. They had tried hard not to snicker at the look on their Lord's face. He was outraged that someone would call him something so mundane, but at the same time slightly happy her first word was about him. When one of the Death Eater finally broke and giggled out loud, he was broken from his thoughts and crucioed the lot of them.

He had hoped that the child would be more like him, that it would strike fear in its peers, even from an early age. The little time he spent with her, he tried to make her hurt animals, or other kids, or even the House elf he had gotten from her mother's side of the family to make sure she was well taken care of.

But she had loved the little elf from the moment she laid eyes on it, and pampered it with tiny gifts she made and would try to help with its self inflicted wounds. No matter how hard Voldemort tried, she would not harm anything.

She grew up to be a stubborn child, preferring the company of books to the company of other children. She discovered that in this she could at least make her dad happy, he was more than willing to lend her his entire library.

Finally in 1971 she was allowed to attend Hogwarts. She was extremely excited to go to Diagon Alley and purchase her wand, and all the new books she would need. Somehow, she had managed to drag her father with her, to his complete horror he would at times enjoy her company.

She had also managed to drag him along to platform 9¾ for her departure to Hogwarts, and had left her grumpy old man with a hug before she ran into the train. The last thing she heard from him was that she better end up in Slytherin, and that she would not be allowed back home if she was a bloody Gryffindor.

She laughed and waved at him, completely unperturbed by the events.

When her name was called there were a few excited whispers at the Slytherin table. Apparently they had heard of her father, and seeing how Headmaster Dumbledore frowned, he had too. She sat down, with a wide smile on her face.

When the hat fell down over her eyes, the discussion began.

She was adamant that she should not be in Slytherin, and the hat was adamant that she should be. She set a record for hat stall, the hall growing restless when the girl seemed to be rooted to the spot. Finally the hat shouted "Ravenclaw!" to everyone's astonishment.

She caught a glimpse of Dumbledore's bewildered expression, and heard the disappointed murmurs from her father's house.

The next day she received her first Howler. She just quietly ate her toast while her father's voice loudly declared she was a disgrace to him, and that he never should have had her. He also demanded that she would return home over Christmas break.

But Hermione Riddle was not surprised, she had spent her childhood being reminded that nobody loved her, and nobody wanted her. Sure the Death Eaters would coddle her, and their wives would dress her up in pretty dresses and spend a lot of time with her. At the end of the day, she would return to her house, and find her father sneering at her. Sometimes she would tell him everything that happened that day, but soon discovered what a horrid idea that was.

Suddenly the goodwill they had towards her turned. They had been punished for not bringing her up to be a terrifying Death Eater like themselves.

So the letter was expected, the sneering from her fellow first years was not expected. Neither was the nasty comments from the older years.

She ran crying from the great hall, taking refuge in the second floor bathroom. At first she didn't notice that she was not the only one in there crying her eyes out. And so Hermione made her first friend at Hogwarts, Myrtle.

Dear Dad

I know how you feel about our family history.
The Sorting Hat did want me to be sorted into Slytherin, I talked it out of it.

Today I made my first friend,
a ghost named Myrtle,
she said I reminded her of someone she went to school with.

H.M.R

She did not get a response from her father, but the next day she was met outside the Great Hall by Lucius Malfoy. "Miss Riddle?"

"Yes?"

He smirked at her "Your father wanted me to make sure you were settling in alright."

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, since when did he involve himself so closely with her well being? "I'm fine thank you" she started to walk off to her first class, but was stopped by an arm on hers.

"It is my job as a Prefect to ensure the wellbeing of the students here, I hope you will allow me to escort you to your first class of the day."

She shook his hand off. "I'm fine, thank you." With an upturned nose she walked off, somehow managing to shake off the older boy on her way to class. She was not going to let her father control who her friends were, at least in this she would have control.

A couple of weeks into the school year she was invited to something called the Slug club. Curious to what exactly this was, she decided to go.

To her horror she knew almost everyone in the club already. It was mostly Slytherins she had grown up playing with, Death Eater children.

"Hermione Riddle! A pleasure to have you in our club, I am sure you will feel right at home." Professor Slughorn threw an arm around her shoulder and escorted her deeper into the room before she could turn tail and run. "As I'm sure you know, your father is in my club, he started back when he was at school."

Hermione gave a slight nod, her father had brought her up on every name to know, and Slughorn had made it on the list. But only as a means to get to know more important people, he was the sort of person that had value in who he knew, rather than who he was.

She scanned the room again and noticed she was the only first year to have made it. Everyone else seemed to be 4th years at least, maybe Slughorn picked them out when he knew their O.W.L. scores.

The following day she was instructed to continue going to the club by her father, and she decided that she would again go against her father's wishes.

When Christmas break finally came around, she received another letter telling her she would need to stay at Hogwarts after all. Her father had important business to attend to, and didn't want her to disturb his plans.

Hermione could feel herself smile, she would not need to see her father again before summer break, another half year of freedom felt wonderful.

Let me know what you think!

Would you have liked more interaction between Hermione and Voldemort as father/daughter? Did I gross over the first part of her life rather quickly, or not quick enough? Are you sad there is no sexy dangerous Rosier or sweet charming Fenwick yet?

Oh and for any Barty Crouch Jr fans, let me know how you want him to turn out. He is in Hermione's year, and he will want to get closer to the daughter of the man he admires so much at some point.