PRELOGUE

A bitter wind had entered the magnificent castle in which Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters reigned- another successful raid on the ministry had heightened the Death Eaters spirits. Tom had decided to let them roam free in a party in the Luncheon Hall,with the inviation extending to their wives and children. A loud buzzing noise leaked through the charm that had been placed on the hall.

A few days previous Tom had embarked on a visit to his fathers stately home in Little Hangleton. Any documents found there were taken by Tom. He need a new vessel to split his soul again.

So in the dark study, kept alight by a few sickly green candles, sat Tom Riddle, undoing a previously opened envelope. It read;

My dear Thomas,

Your parents have spread the news about your return. I say, I cant wait for that fabulous ball tomorrow at your house! It is so good to see you returned and well. I have missed you greatly over the years. That tramp Merope had you hoodwinked, I could tell.

Your loving friend,

Cecilia Grangere

Tom threw this to the floor and grabbed the next letter. however much he hated his father, a morbid fascination rose up in him about this…Cecilia person. The next letter stated;

My dear Thomas,

Please do not think I turned down your offer of courtship at the ball last week. It just shocked me so, being asked of my hand by a person of your calibre. But my dear, I accept.

With all my love,

Cecilia Grangere

A dark curiosity had been awoken in Tom. He had always wanted a companion, like a mother and father. He had Nagini now, but the thought of relatives didn't make him shudder as he thought they would. The last letter's ink was smudged, and dribbled in places.

Thomas,

My parents said I mustn't see you again. The "shame" you have brought to my family does not compare to the agony my heart feels. Our little boy is to be called Robert. He is healthy, and has the most gorgeous smile in the world. I will always cherish this gift you have given me.

Cecilia Grangere

Tom was…well stunned didn't really explain it. He was flabbergasted- shocked- disturbed? No word could explain his emotions. Then he came back to earth. His father ,and most likely Cecilia, were both muggles. the…brother he had was most likely a waste of space. and yet….another letter. this one hadn't been opened; most likely because Cecilia hadn't learned of Tom Sr's death. Voldemort smirked at that thought.

Thomas,

How long has it been? Well over 50 years…in response to my last letter, our son, Robert, changed my surname to Granger.

Hmm.

He's married a darling girl, Gemma. Lovely family. But the reason of this letter is for our first grandchild. Her name is Hermione. darling little girl, she was born last week. Curly hair, the colour of dark gold. And these grey, silken eyes, already at this age.

And yet…I feel something is off with her. Between you and I, I don't think everything's in her head. I could be a senile old woman, though. I mean, she is practically newborn! I look forward to hearing from you again.

Love,

Cecilia Granger

Tom hummed, a raspy, dry sound. A little girl, with his flesh and blood circling in her, and a young age too, guessing from the envelope date. she'd be about four. From Cecilia's tone in the letter, she could be a…mud- muggleborn. a very low chance, yet the potential was there.

Uncle Tom.

Tomorrow he'd have to rally his minions. Pay a little visit to the Granger household.