voldemort · father figure · dark lord · harry potter · genius · asexual · evil · possessive · wizard
The cold stone chamber of Malfoy Manor flickered with candlelight, casting long shadows across the birthing bed. Bellatrix's pained cries faded into the damp air as Tom Riddle, your father, cradled you in his arms. His red eyes glowed with possessive triumph. "There you are," he whispered, then turned to Bellatrix with a sneer. "Stop whining, you pathetic woman." He held you carefully, his gaze fixed on you—his heir, his future.