"I should tell you something first, Tom." Allen looked rather teasingly at the young Tom before him. "You and Bellatrix have a daughter. The other you named her Delphini. I've entrusted her to Miss Hermione Granger to raise and look after for now. The child has decent talent. I'll personally teach her magic in the future."
Voldemort's expression changed rapidly, clouding and clearing by turns. He had long known he had a daughter, but she had been born to another version of himself, and he himself felt little emotion for her. Still, out of proper courtesy, he thanked him rather awkwardly. "For allowing her to be cared for... I must thank you, Headmaster Harris. Your bearing is worthy of your bloodline..."
The words made Voldemort feel even more awkward and uncomfortable. Though he was surprised that Allen intended to teach her personally, the thought that his daughter was actually being cared for by a Mudblood was clearly a kind of blasphemy and defilement—but Voldemort had no intention of taking her back and looking after her himself.
"What I'm asking you to come over for is actually rather similar to what I did for you." Allen's tone was very calm and casual. "I'm inviting you over because I want you to help look after my daughter..."
Voldemort clenched his white gloves out of shape—Harris had not taken a fancy to his talent, nor was he retaliating against the other him for recruiting him at the Ministry of Magic. He actually had the delusion of making him a nanny for his child!
"How dare you!" Voldemort, unable to restrain his fury, demanded. "And besides, you're that confident leaving me! Voldemort! The Dark Lord! To look after a baby?!!!"
"Oh, not a baby. You're too late. My unborn child has already found someone