Archives room, (Across the hall from office)

Commander Kevin Marley stood in the archival room, it held all the birth and adoption information from all magicaly born people. He held one file in particaular...

The file of one Kiara Riddle, and her adoption papers.. yes Kiara had been adopted soon after her birth, by choice of the mothers family.

It was who Kiara's father was that was most interesting, For you see Tom Riddle was not Kiara's cousin at all.. no. He was her father...

Such news would devistate Kiara, and once more she already knew her mother, which in its self was against the odds.

"It is only a matter of time now" he muttered.

Charles DeLanquar approached the room, his heavy black and scarlet robes billowing out behind him. A large man, with a calm face, it was easy to see why those in front of him scurried out of the way. Calm as his face and jaw were...there was a hint of something dark within his deep eyes.

"Ah...there you are." he nodded to Marley, giving the man a quick look over. Within his robe's deepest pocket he held the rest of the needed proof to break Headmistress Kiara.
The woman had a passionately fearless nature...something that had both shocked and yet pleased him. After all, he enjoyed a competent opponent... such as one did in chess or Quidditch. However this was the game of life...and the board pieces, once fallen, could only be out away.
"A matter of time indeed... you told her to come, did you not?" his deep voice echoed through the room as he clasped his large hands behind his back.
He had much in common with his brother, Richard. And he had always enjoyed the similarities...even if they stopped at physical. Richard had been a muggle, not even knowing about wizards and witches, too dense to even figure out he had married one. And not just any witch. The dashing History professor had outdid himself by snaring as his bride the lovely and yet dangerous Eglantine Rosier. Anyone with any amount of magical sense would have known better. Miss Rosier had been and still was, from his last encounter with her, a rose. And yet her soft petals were not worth the thorns.
He remembered well the day he had met his brother's fiance. Utterly charmed by her delicate features and mild manners, he had congratulated his brother and felt small pangs of jealousy. His own wife was lovely...a muggle born witch was a fascinatingly deep love for him. But she hardly held a candle to the creature his brother had captured.
She had changed her name, to protect herself no doubt from gossip and prying eyes. Eglantine Ravers had been muggle in his eyes. She spoke as one with a higher education and knew their customs and culture well enough to fool even him, who was muggleborn. But then she revealed her magical heritage.
It had not been on purpose...not at all. He and his brother had been enjoying a drink before dinner, but a few weeks after the wedding. Eglantine had entered the room to tell them dinner was prepared and by some terrible stroke of fate, she had vanished a stain from her new husband's pants as she embraced him. No eyes saw the simple mustard spot melt away...save the sharp eyes of one Charles.
At first he had been surprised and had convinced himself that she was not of the dangerous variety of witch. Witches married muggles and wizards married muggles. But a friend at the ministry had ruined that perfect idea...
So he discovered that Eglantine Ravers had never attended Hogwarts, or Beauxbatons. That had surprised him, due to her obvious Scottish and English background and he had dug into her past more. German was revealed soon after and he uncovered her true maiden name...Rosier.
He knew of the Rosiers. As long as he could remember throughout history...the family had been a Dark one. They were with the Blacks, the Malfoys and others, closely related.
He discovered that she was indeed the only daughter of Cledwyn Rosier, who had served Grindleward and he began to worry about his brother and any children that might come from their union.
He uncovered the darker side of his sister-in-law by "talking" with several of her former colleagues when she had taught at Beauxbatons. She had all in all murdered the Headmistress, cruel woman as she was....murder was morally wrong. And then the greatest fact was uncovered. Her former dalliance with Lord Voldemort... that had settled all with him.
He had attempted to kill her and not harm his brother, but his dunce ignorant kin had died instead of the targeted one. And she still lived... pretending to be a matronly professor of Transfiguration. An upstanding citizen with a spotless ministry record. But she would be purged.

Kevin nodded to the man, who was considerable more dangerous then himself... although he wasn't all that sure what to make of the head purger. He found the purgers interesting if anything.

Charles Delanquar was by far the most interesting man he had ever met... and that was saying something..

"Yes I told her to come... a ministry summonds, she will come." he said with a nod.

He did hope his purger "friend" knew he couldn't attempt to kill Kiara while in the ministry... such an action would be folish. Not only that he knew from first hand Kiara, when angry was a expert dualist, and when she wanted to be she could be deadly. Also it would attract unwanted attention, on both there parts..

Plus Kiara was a remarkable hard person to kill anyways... no doubt Delanquar knew that.

Charles nodded, conjuring a seat and making himself comfortable. His plans included revealing to Kiara her true birthright and then offering her an ultimatum... there would be time to kill her later. And besides, he considered himself a merciful and patient man. He could have killed her as a child or even before she was born...

Kevin remained standing, when a blast of curiousity hit him... he wondered what Delanquar panned for Kiara's new fiance.. Ciaran McConn, as far as he knew McConn used to serve under him.. a number of years ago..

"hmm while on the topic of dear Kiara, I am sure you have heard of her recent engagment to one Ciaran McConn.... He used to work under you.. did he not? what is to happen with him. " he asked under plain curiousity. Not to mention if one hurt the Auror, they would hurt kiara even more.

Charles smiled, a calm rather demeaning smile that a master might give his disobedient canine.
"Ciaran McConn..." the younger man had caused nothing but trouble. First he had saved Eglantine from him in the first place. His jaw tightened as he remembered the arrogant young righteous auror daring to stand up against him.
'Ya can't do anything ya want, DeLanquar!' he had shouted. 'I won't be standing by and letting ya murder people cause of their family or blood!' Oh how he would pay... for his bumbling heroism and his stubborn refusal to stay out of the purger's way.
"Pain shall be given a new name by Ciaran McConn..." he murmured.

Kevin smirked, so Delanquar planned to go after the auror, that was perfect, if there was one thing he loved to do more and that was to mess with dear Kiara's life..

There was ping of humanity in his heart that pityed the younger Auror. But it was McConn's choice...

Looking at is watch Kevin quirked his eye brow " Kiara dear should be hear soon" he said.

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((In main entrence of the ministry))

Kiara entered, she had recived a message from her medlesome uncle to meet him in the archival room.

She was not looking forward to it.... at all.

Taking out her old auror badge that still allowed her access to that certian wing..

"Myaswell see what he wants.... I swear if he threatens anyone I am going to break more then is arm this time." she muttered making her way down the hall.

Charles leaned further back in his conjured seat. "Ah lovely..." he murmured, his smile fading. "It has been far too long." Mirth filled his eyes as he remembered the last encounter he had had with Kiara... they seemed to be unable to stay away from each other.

Kiara walked into the archival room and she saw her "wonderful" uncle and a man sitting in chair.. "Alright Commander what is this about?' she asked at her apporched.

Then she saw none other then Charles Delanquar as the man in the chair.

Her wand was out in a flash and amied at Delanquars head. "What the bloody hell!" she hissed.

"Calm down Kiara dear... I promise he isn't here to kill or fight you this day" Kevin said.

Kiara merely sent a glare to her uncle.. her wand still trianed on Charles Delanquar.

Chuckling softly, Charles rose from his seat.
"Have I not been an ever patient adversary, my dear." he bowed, his own wand in his pocket warded against being summoned.
"Honestly is that anyway to greet your uncles?"

Kiara growled but didn't comment on him being a ever patient enemy, for it was kinda true, and made him all the more dangerous.

She glared even wider at his "Uncles" Comment. She was truthfully shocked her "uncle" let that information out and let it fall into the hands Delanquar himself.

"Oh what "wonderful" Uncles you both are.. I am so sorry to be rude..." she said sarcasum dripping from her mouth.

"Now if you have not called me here to fight me, what do you want?" she said.

The notable blue flames licked her skin and her eye shone ever slightly brighter.

Charles chuckled, rising from his seat. "You are forgiven and now we will get down to this grisly manner of business. But before hand... how is your devoted right hand? Recovered from her "fall" yet?" he asked, as if truly asking about a simple accident.
"I had hoped to pay her a visit, but alas, my invitation was lost no doubt. And do give my best to your lover...McConn, I believe he is. My daughter always says he was a divine kisser... no doubt just gossip." his eyes glowed with barely hidden sadist joy.

"Marley...show Miss Riddle your first proof, will you please."

Kiara tighened her grip on her wand wanting nothing more then to curse and knock Delanquar senseless. She wanted to kill him right then and there, but they all knew that would get them no where.

"Proof of what?" she hissed.

Kevin smirked and waved the adoption papers.

"Of your ture parentage my dear, Alexander Riddle is not your father" he said as he charmed the paper to float over to Kiara.

"He is your great-uncle, ironicly enough... funny how this all works out eh? here is the real good part your dear daddy, my dear was none other then Tom Riddle" he explained with a big smile on his face.

Kiara glanced at the papers before turning back to them, "Is this you idea of funny joke? This says Eglantine Rosier is my mother... do you really expect me to believe that?" she said not taking her "uncles" word or the paper or much value.

"Tsk...tsk, Miss Riddle." Charles admonished, crossing his arms over his chest. "I thought we agreed not to be rude to each other. I would never joke with you..." And he was dead serious.

"Eglantine Rosier and Tom Riddle...now there is an odd couple. Complete opposites wouldn't you say. She's a blonde, he was a brunette... she's delicate and oh so sweet. I need not go into Riddle's personality." He held up a hand. "And before you say we are lying... There's more." His hand slid into his pocket and he retrieved a vial containing a single silver memory. "Courtesy of your mother, my dear. Would you like to watch the show first? or see your uncle's blood proof?"

Kiara once again glared at Charles, and inclinded her head at his comment to Voldemort personality..

"Yes you and Tom Riddle have a lot in common Delanquar" she quipped.

Kiara had little choice to answer his rediculas question when she saw Kevin take out a vile.

With a quick flick of his wand, Kiara felt a pinch on her wrist and a magicked cut on her hand appered and the vile filled up with blood. When it was done the cut healed its self.

"Now you can't deny this is your blood my dear" he said as he brought out a plain indentinty paper used for top security areas of the ministry. He clearly pured it on to the paper.

It revealed Kiara's given name and list of her parents and grandparents

Both Tom Riddles name and Eglantine Rosiers were on the paper.

"See my dear?" he said as he handed it to her.

Kiara looked at the paper her face in shock for a moment, but her mind denyed it, they were trying to trick her somehow... they had to be.. but how?

Choosing to ignore Kiara's quip, Charles retrieved a journal from his pocket. "This was your mother's." he stated, as if preparing to give her a treasured heirloom...and it was special to him. After all he had lusted over his brother's wife and had kept her journal in some twisted desire to have her someday. When all had been revealed...he had no longer desired her...just her death.

Noting the shock on her face from the blood, he opened the journal, and flipped through it until he came to the desired pages. Sweetly she had so conveniently written of her new born daughter... As it was a magical journal the words were charmed to speak aloud in their writer's voice.
Eglantine's voice was unmistakable. Her English accent was hardly heard, and more German sounding were each words. Testifying that she was indeed younger.

"My father and mother have forbidden me from keeping my darling baby. I have therefore decided to hide her from them and go live with Encleara in Egypt. She is so sweet, I could not bear to be parted from her. I deeply loved her father despite his madness and the Rosier blood in my veins shall purge the Riddle stain from her. I will not fear her, for I deeply love her. I have named her Aikaterina Elpida...Pure hope."

Her voice was soft and proud and one could picture her holding a young infant as she said the words, gazing down to smile at the sweet face. The occasional soft coo in the back, confirmed the picture.

As he finished the entry, he handed over a picture to Kiara.

It was of Eglantine, smiling and waving at the camera. She motioned for it to follow her and led them into a room, where baby Kiara lay awake on the bed. Scooping up the infant, she kissed the baby's soft cheek, holding out her hand for someone to come stand beside her... Tom Riddle approached, no doubt looking younger due to his glamours. His arm wrapped around Eglantine's waist and he pulled her gently against him. They looked like a happy couple, with a new baby, eager to show the world that they had added a lovely addition to it...

"You were saying my dear..." he murmured.

Kiara shook her head for a moment, "This can't be ture...." her mind repeated over and over again. Sh tried deperately to find a flaw in there proof, she desperatly wanted this to be an illaberate lie. But her mind, as much as she want find a obvious flaw she couldn't.

Not wanting to look weak or panicked in front of these two "men" epecially.

She glared at them coldly, before sliping the photo in to her pocket.

"What other proof do you have?" she asked calmly keeping the bubbleing panic submerged inside herself, knowing that was exactly what they wanted to see.

Charles sighed. "The rest of the journal...and of course the memories." he held up the vial along with another two. "Shall we watch them together or shall I just give them to you?" he was being far to nice and he knew it... but then again the memories would be all Kiara needed to fall apart...he hoped... and he truly wanted to be there when she did.
"There are other pictures as well."

Memories too.. it was getting harder and harder for her to rationalize this was all a hoax. True... memories could be modified but not seamlessly so.. if they were fake, she would be able to tell..

This was all to much... why didn't Eglantine tell her? surely she knew... didn't she? Eglantine seemed to know everything before her, but why didn't she tell her?

Almost growling in frustration she hissed, "Let me see the memories..." she said she had to see...

Charles nodded, pulling a shrunken pensieve from his pocket. Pouring the memory onto its surface, he motioned for her to look into it.

~What she would see~

Looking about the same age as she had in the picture, Eglantine stood beside a cauldron, carefully watching his father chant and stir it. They both seemed too deeply excited about what they were doing and occasionally Eglantine would drop another ingredient into the bubbling foul looking potion.
"There we have it, sweetbriar." her father murmured, still expertly stirring. "Soon we have our Lord returned to his rightful state."
Eglantine looked torn between being happy and fearful, her young face remaining staring into the potion's dark maw.
"Lovely." she murmured.

They both stood in silence for several more moments before Cledwyn set aside the paddle he had been stirring with. His hand drifted over the fuming black liquid, his eyes closing.
"Addo ex phasmatis bone. Tribuo vultus prurigo. Nos dico unus nomen Riddle." smoke filled the room and then as it cleared... A nude Tom Riddle stood within the cauldron. Conjuring a blanket, Eglantine gently wrapped it around the older man, her eyes cast down in humble servitude.
"How faithful are my followers." Lord Voldemort sighed, no doubt thrilled to be in bodily form.

~The memory faded~

Kiara could feel her heart pounding in her chest by the end of the first memory, she wasn't overly surpriseing to her, Eglantine did say her father was a exptional dark wizard.

"I knew she met him before, I also knew her parents were death eaters..." she muttered. But she knew there was more.

"I know.. there is more" she said with a glare.

It was also good to note to her wand was still aimed at Charles and not far from 'dear' uncle.

Sensing this reaction, Charles had the other memory poured into the pensieve within a few moments of the first's ending.
"Oh she met him..." He stated, a twisted smile on his face. "Brace yourself for this one."

~What she would see~

Eglantine sat with Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort on a narrow bench. They appeared to be in a garden of sorts, either inside a large house or outside under a roof.
Tom was holding Eglantine's hand, gently caressing the palm of it. His eyes seemed soft and kind, no hint of what he truly was reflected in them.

"Len, I would desire to make you my dark queen. Now as I have returned to my rightful form, it seems fitting that I take a bride worthy of myself." The dark lord muttered, reaching out his hand to stroke Eglantine's pale cheek.
Eglantine leaned into his touch, her eyes closing.

"Anything you wish, my lord." she whispered. Tom chuckled.

"Dangerous statement, Leny." he murmured, eyes darkening with lust and passion. Eglantine smirked at him, her eyes reflecting his emotions... desire mixed with small traces of love. For desire, lust and passion may be in the complexity of love... but love is separate from them.
"For who, my lord?" she whispered, leaning against him. Her deft fingers traced the outline of his jaw, gently digging her pointed nails into his skin. "Danger in passion... desire." It was impossible to say who began their kiss, but both parties seemed more than willing for it to have occurred and fairly equal amounts of passion were given to it. Fingers tangled into blonde hair and slender fingers held tightly to the man's strong back.
Finally, Tom lifted his prize into his arms and they left the garden, the memory fading as they entered a darkened bedchamber.


~the memory faded~

Kiara's eyes widened and her jaw tightened as she watched, her mind was frantic trying to deny what is was seeing... but the logical part of her mind kept yelling that it was true, the memories suported there story as much she want them to be lieing she was beining to believe them.

She refused to move hand from her side and force her mouth to stay closed, she would not freak now not here, not in front of these two men of all people...

A voice screamed in her mind, "You are the dark lords daughter!" as well as many other mixed emotions going through her mind.... though none of them were postive.

Her wand arm was shaking just to spite her.

"You enjoying this arn't you?' she asked blankly.


Kevin laughed, "Of course my dear... are you not having fun?" Kevin asked clearly enjoying whatching Kiara try to hide her emotions and shock of what she was realising.

Charles smiled. "Of course not. I take no pleasure of informing you that you are a bastard child of an unwed mother with a dark dead lord... why would I?" but he did...

"Would you like to see the next? I found it rather... enlightening."

Kiara shuddered she could only imagine what the next memory was and she didn't wish to see it.

"No.... I have seen quite enough.... and you two are having to much fun for my likeing.." she said still in shock and glancing at the adoption and blood papers.

She wanted to run.... she didn't want to stay here any longer....

With one last glare she back away and in a flash of light she vanished in a flury of flames.

((she is going to the astronomy tower, to think))

Kevin shrugged, " Well all things considered I think that went rather well... If I know dear Kiara, she will all out loose in about 10 seconds" he said. "To bad I can not watch...."