i would worship you instead of him
“If you were my daughter, I’d know of you.”
She stood up, eyes desperate as they connected with His own. As though to implore the wizard (the God - her father) before her to gaze into her mind.
“I am of the future,” Delphini insisted, again. “The child of you and Bellatrix Lestrange. I was born in Malfoy Manor before the Battle of Hogwarts. A battle you are going to lose - I'm here to save you, to rewrite everything.”
With his back turned to Delphi, Harry, pretending to be Voldemort, frowned.
“I am familiar with Bellatrix,” Harry admitted evenly, trying to steady his breathing. “And there are certain similarities in your face - but without proof..”
Delphini took a deep breath.
She knew exactly how to show him. Had been holding these cards the closest of all since she first adopted this disgusting 'Diggory' persona. She felt the familiar tug of a transition tickling in her hair before she even began focusing on bringing her true features forward. Silver strands slowly gave way to unruly black curls, brows thickening, the entire shape of her face changing, her eyes shifting from a dull brown to the familiar emerald of Tom Riddle's own.
"A metamorphmagus." She stated in plain parseltongue, noting the look of horror that flickered across her Father's face. Strange."I believe that may be passed on through Bellatrix, but Salazar's gift, this came of you.. Father."