Lord Voldemort sat in his 'throne' with his head in his hands, praying that the anti-apparation wards and the heavily charmed door would keep her out. He really didn't understand why he kept her around anymore. She wasn't useful, and she certainly wasn't important in the grand scheme of things. He supposed it had to be that she was the only person that wasn't afraid of him, hell she was the only one that still called him Tom. Apart from Dumbledore, but he would be dead soon. Voldemort felt a prod at the charms on the door and shuddered, she was trying to get in.

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Bridget McKenzie stood out in the hall way of Voldemort's lair, right outside his 'throne room' (if you could call it that), scratching her head with her wand trying to figure out how to get past the charms he had put up. She really didn't know why he kept her around anymore. She knew he wasn't capable of love anymore, even if she had enough love for both of them, she hated what he had become now and couldn't stand being around him. But yet she couldn't leave, she guessed that it was her hope that the old Tom was in there somewhere. So that was why she had dedicated her time to severely pissing him off, and, due to the fact that he couldn't seem to hurt her, she got away with it.

Bridget suddenly found inspiration and aimed her wand at the door, she fired a spell and it told her exactly what charms dear old Tommy had put on the door, she began working on the counter-charms immediately.

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Voldemort looked up as the door swung inwards and there stood Bridget with a proud smirk on her face. Voldemort sighed as he wished he hadn't ever figured out that spell for eternal beauty, it made that smirk look so much more menacing.

"Bridg, cant you please just leave me be for one day." He pleaded hoping the use of her old pet name would cause her to be more lenient on him.

"Oh Tommy," she cried rushing over to him and throwing her arms around his neck as she sat on his lap, "you haven't called me that in years."

As much as she hated what he had become she couldn't resist the urge to take the opportunity, to make things even better, Peter Pettigrew chose that moment to come in embarrassing the Dark Lord completely.

"Oh my Lord, I didn't realise, I'm so sorry I'll be back later." He stammered out before turning to leave, but Bridget got there first,

"Oh no Wormy, you weren't interrupting a thing come in I'm sure Voldy would love to here your report now."

Bridget chanced a glance at Tom and thought to herself that if his deformed body would allow it, he would be bright red.

Voldemort winced at the use of nicknames, at least she wasn't using his filthy muggle name. She had only done that once in front of his death eaters, and that had been the one time he had punished her. Peter quickly stumbled through his report, usually Bridget would listen to the reports, so that she had heaps of information to tell Dumbledore if she ever got out. But today she had to concentrate on sitting in Tom's lap, she really didn't like it there, but she had to keep up her performance. As she was sitting there she began to think about what next she could do to Tom.

"Is that all Wormtail?"

She heard Tom's voice from all around her, even though he was under her. She really wished she knew how he did that, but it had escaped her yet again. She watched Peter nod slowly.

"That is good news indeed, very good news." He began to laugh and very slowly Bridget slipped of his lap and opted to stand beside him, she was disturbed by this laugh, it scared her.

"Wormtail, bring them here immediately. The Malfoy boy may have saved his father's life."

Peter hurried from the room to do Tom's bidding, Bridget stared at her former lover. What had caused him to be so happy, obviously nothing good and who had he sent Peter to get. He turned to her.

"It seems Bridget, that even if I let you leave here there will be nowhere for you to go. Dumbledore has been killed, by Severus Snape."

Bridget stood stock still, for the first time since she followed Tom she began to lose hope. It couldn't be, perhaps this was Tom getting back at her for all the years she tormented him, but there in his eyes, those twisted eyes that she used to worship and love but now hated and despised. There was true cruel joy, Tom could not hide from her, and he wasn't lying.

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Voldemort was still grinning as he watched his former lover's reaction to the news. Bridget was standing rigid, and Voldemort didn't care. This was the best news that had reached his ears in a long time. Potter's greatest protector was dead and nothing was in his way of getting the boy now.

The door opened again and in came Snape, Peter and Draco, they came and stood before the Dark Lord, only Draco spared a glance for Bridget.

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Bridget's senses returned to her when the door opened. Peter entered again this time with Snape and…Draco? Bridget was confused what could the Malfoy boy have to do with this?

She knew Draco from when he was a baby, when Tom disappeared the first time she had been living with the Malfoys'. Lucius had been given instructions to care for her but not let her escape under any circumstances, and so she had stayed with them as Draco's babysitter. When he was a baby he had been a sweet child, but as soon as his primary schooling started, under his father of course, he had learned to hate muggles and despise muggleborns. Bridget had tried her hardest to get him out of this mindset but it had not worked. When Tom came back Lucius brought her to him, and she had been in the house ever since.

Draco glanced at her, it had been a while since he had seen his babysitter. In his early years he had looked up to her as a sister but once she tried to tell him muggleborns were good he'd lost all respect for her.

Tom noticed the glance and remembered, "Ahh, Draco you remember Bridget, I sent her to look after you didn't I."

"Voldemort," Bridget asked quietly, she didn't want to anger him by using his real name, "what does Draco have to do with this?"

"But my dear, didn't you know, oh yes I remember now this was one of the few things I could hide from you." He was mocking her now, he reached out and stroked her cheek gently, she didn't shudder she just stood, "It was Draco's duty to kill Dumbledore, he didn't do it of course, Snape did, but Draco was the one who disarmed the old man."

Bridget looked at the boy who, in his early years was so sweet. She couldn't believe what he had done, and yet she saw in the boy's eyes, was it a glimmer of regret, possibly. She would speak to him later, but now she turned to Tom. Gathering her courage so she would not break down now, she spoke,

"Congratulations my lord," She mocked him, "I suppose you'll want to inform your Death Eaters of this momentous occasion, I will gather them in the main meeting hall then."

She turned sharply and left the room, she would collect the Death Eaters into the meeting hall when they arrived, but first some modifications needed to be made.

Authors Note: Hey there, welcome to my first story. Please review since it is my first story I would love suggestions for improvement. I know it's getting off to a slow start but there will be funnies in the next chapter I promise.

Just a thank you to DinozoFan for helping Beta and getting me to actually post this story.