The Half- Blood Princess.

Severus Snape could barely see in front of him as he wondered down the gray, foggy alley. The moon was not quite full, yet as bright as he'd ever seen it, leaving a glow around the cloaked figure he had come to meet.

"Severus…" the figure hissed eerily as Snape inched closer forward, "come on, hurry now."

" Yes, my lord." The moonlight shone on his stringy black hair, as Severus came to Voldemort's full view. "Now, may I ask why you've called me here at midnight? And why you have that?" Snape pulled the top corner of a bundle of cloth that was held firmly in Voldemort's hands. As he lifted the cloth he saw the closed corner of an eye. "It's… Blair?"

"She's safer with you. I'm constantly being chased. Do you know what will happen I they find her? She'll be used… as bait. They'd be able to catch me easier." He tucked the corner back in and held little Blair out towards Snape.

"My lord…" he gasped, timidly placing his hands under the bundle "I… I can't…"

The man darkly laughed "ah…unfortunately for you, you have to."

Blair, as I'm sure you've figured out, was Voldemort's not so accidental daughter.

"Now run along, Severus. Your first spying day starts tomorrow. Remember, no one must find out about her."

Voldemort disappeared into the mist as the child woke up, and Severus stared into her painfully familiar green eyes, just planning how he was going to hide her from the world for as long as he had to.