Prologue

I couldn't help feeling hatred towards the thing that was growing inside of me. The life growing inside of me, was a result of him. I hated the thing inside of me, because of who its father was. The one that had caused me and my friends torture for years. Voldemort.

Even through my hatred, I felt love towards the tiny thing that could bring me happiness in my darkened life. Somehow, I grew to love his father, even after all the pain he caused me. He took me as his, after he killed Harry. And ever since that day in May, so long ago, I have been his Dark Lady.