"I want my father back"

She murmured: "I want my father back."

An aurora flashed in the cell, then a ghost appeared. That's Tom Riddle, aka Lord Voldemort, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. The ghost said with a chilling voice: "Who summons me from the realm of dead?"

"It's me, your daughter."

"I don't remember having a daughter. Dare to lie to me, are you ready for your punishment?"

Seeing the cold gaze of the ghost as if he's looking at a pest, Delphini was shocked. She suddenly remembered what Harry Potter has said: The Dark Lord loves nobody but himself.

But now she knew she had the power to change that: "Father, I wish you to love me."

The ghost's expression suddenly softened. He looked at her for a while before speaking: "Now I remembered. You must be the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange

Delphini was overjoyed: "That's a long story..."

Voldemort stopped her: "There is a quicker method. Let me possess you and we can share wisdom and experience."

He flew toward her. Delphini didn't resist. A face popped out behind her neck: "Hm, so that's the case. A lot of things had happened."

"Father, do you want to have a body again? I can wish..."

"No, you can't." He explained, "If you're able to do that, I must come back in the flesh."

"But you're here! There is no known magic that can bring back the dead. It means this power surpassed magic. With this, nothing is impossible."

"There are two possibilities: either the power is not enough to completely conquer ****, or you can't use the power to the fullest extend. Try to wish for my wand."

Delphini spoke: "I wish my father has his magic wand back." Nothing happened.

"It seems to be the latter case."

"But... if we don't have a wand, how can we escape here?"