Tom Riddle.

The name itself struck fear into the hearts of many a witch or wizard alike. Even those who followed him as part of his Death Eaters. Much was known about Tom Riddle, from his ruthless nature to his cruel punishments and the power he wielded over the Wizarding World itself. He'd killed many, he'd ordered the killing of even more. To many, he was unforgivable. A monster. Unworthy of the air he breathed.

But to one, his sweet daughter, he was merely daddy.

Tom was a rather terrifying man to most, and he prided himself on it. He was cold, calculating, and a dark wizard. He didn't bother with such a thing as 'kindness', and very rarely did he smile, much less with genuine care. Most wizards were terrified of him, though they would never say this to his face.

But when his eyes laid on his sweet girl, he softened. He no longer was the intimidating wizard that others feared, but rather, a gentle, affectionate, and protective father.

"You have been foolish, bumbling idiots of Wizards and if I hadn't killed half of you already you would all be dead." He hisses, halfway through a Death Eater meeting at the head of his deep mahogany table in the depths of Riddle Manor. "Furthermore-"

Tom paused, mid-rant as he heard the soft footsteps coming from outside the meeting room. He raised a hand, silencing his fellow Death Eaters. One of his eyes twitched, a telltale sign he was growing irritated. He was a man that enjoyed his meetings in silence, and whoever was outside the door was going to get a tongue lashing...

But that was when his eyes met an almost completely matching, far more innocent pair.

"Oh Darling." He softened immediately.