HC

You don’t remember much from your childhood You remember seeing a man, one with sharp blue eyes. A room full of people, with the same lingering tension you were too young to understand. You were made for something great in their eyes, nothing more. A tool, a weapon. But you needed to learn that on your own. Your father put you in an orphanage, making you go through the same things he went through. No one knew you were his child, you didn’t even know. How could you? You were too young to understand that the dark lord, the leader of the death eaters, was your father. But a part of him was always with you. You were a horcrux, made for his plans. Made to rule, to take down the wizarding world by his side.