Random RPG Entry

Here is what I wrote last night…Guess I have a bit of the RPG bug in me…*sigh* How I wish I had the time & story & other necessities to RPG like I did before…
Anyway…This would be flashback/memory/prior to the RPGs.

Ambrose & the Dark Lord

The baby cooed and squirmed, though only slightly in the arms of the one that held her. “She is a beautiful child Ambrose, you should be proud.”

“I am my lord, quite proud.” Ambrose returned, watching intently as the Dark Lord held his daughter in his arms. “She shall grow into a fine young woman, of that I have no doubt.”

Raising his head Voldemort looked at the man before him intently. “She is the child of prophecy, of this you have no doubt?”

Ambrose nodded. “She is indeed. A female born from a male of a race that has none. I do not possess the powers of my race, I am…” Ambrose looked away momentarily, shame on his features, “an abomination.” Looking back up fierce pride seemed to replace the shame he had a moment ago. “But she is pure.”

“Pure,” the word was more of a purr than an actual word. “She is, or would be pure of blood too, if not for you ancestry, am I correct?”

Ambrose nodded solemnly. “Despite the taint on my blood, I was born far enough from the dark mark of its stain to be considered a pure blood myself. And her mother…”

“Though known by another name, a Dumbledore in the depths of her blood. Paired with true pure blood wizards through the generations since the first.”

“Yes.”

“Very good,” a cold smile crossed the Dark Lord’s lips. “She will be a great asset in the future.” Looking back down at the infant he held in his arms, Voldemort hissed, words of Parseltonge, lost on the other man who stood in the room, but words that wrapped around the subconscious of the child he held in his arms.