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Drabble - Eileen/Riddle - Mother for hire


The Very True Tale of How Baby Severus Defeated Lord Voldemort Once and For All (with Arsenic)

"About time," Eileen said, using her wailing infant as a shield for the Imperius and several Cruciatuses. "Ah, here comes Daddy."

She declared 'Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Voldemort' as 'father of the child, Severus Riddle' on the birth forms in St. Mungo's only minutes ago, which is apparently how long it took to round up troops and appear, wands a-blazing, in full Dark Ministry regalia after the newly-set Taboo on Voldemort's multiple names and titles kicked in.

The Young Ruler seemed displeased when Eileen informed Him of His torrid and secret affair later in life, with a former Housemate, several years younger, but she pointed out His resemblance to the infant (the nose was hers, unfortunately, but the complexion, the cheekbones, the royal princely stare...) and she did inform the room of His Stamina and Size.

They seemed shocked.

"All true," she said dryly.

"Fool," scoffed the self-appointed Ruler of the Magical World. "Did you honestly think that I believe you. What did you hope to gain? Money? Privilege? My Favour?"

"Actually," said Eileen. "I thought You might like to have him for dinner tonight, in the good old tradition of Greek Gods, to ensure he doesn't betray you as offspring usually does and usurp the throne. And the steady infant diet does help with the immortality."

Lord Voldemort's Legilimentic gaze shifted from the woman to her spawn. His spawn? The spawn's thoughts already seemed suspiciously Traitorous.

Eileen smiled wide. There was something about babies that won people's trust. "I'll cook him up and add the spices, shall I? My special blend."