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“Enna Alouette, I am your sire,” Lord Voldemort declared, his sibilant voice leaving no room for argument. It was a logical conclusion, he decided—after all, his past self must have recognized both the diminishing population of Wizarding Britain (which he had a heavy hand in mind you) and decided if Horcruxes were not the only thing that secured his immortality, then a child would be a suitable host.
Considering Enna had apparated into Riddle Manor with all its blood wards, then surely she had to be his daughter. Perhaps with a lesser-known pureblood mother as her surrogate? Enna did have those signature aristocratic bred features; the thin nose, tall cheekbones, and long blond hair that reminded him of the Malfoys. Yet that didn’t explain the glowing wings that fluttered behind her. Perhaps a cousin of the French branch of the Malfoys then, one that still retained more of historical Veela blood. Yes, that would explain the last name as well.
Luckily, Enna was too tired of this dimensional travel bullshit that God had shoved her upon for a vacation so she just accepted her fate. She stared into those cold red eyes and snake face of her now father.
“Well, at least I got Mom’s nose,” Enna deadpanned, sighing.
What even was her life?