Aníron Chapter 5
Aníron Chapter 5
Title: Aníron
Author: heysakuya supersonicchica
Betas: minako timelessviolet & MaraudersWolf marauderswolf
Rating: M/NC-17
Characters: Tom Riddle Jr., OC
Chapter 5: My Cruel Embrace.
Chapter length: 3,554 words...
Summary: “Love wishes to perpetuate itself. Love wishes for immortality.” -Mortimer Adler... Why was Lord Voldemort so adamant on attaining immortality? Maybe the Dark Lord had once known the bitter sweetness of love, after all. DH compliant, LOTR references, Crossover Themes, M for future M/F lemons, Dub-con, Violence, slight OOC.
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own or make any profit from either the Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings franchises/characters ... All rights to Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling and all respective rights to Lord of the Rings belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.
AN: Thanks goes out to my talented betas Minako and MaraudersWolf… Also as with every chapter any translations or footnotes will be listed at the bottom along with links to any featured song/s. Credit goes to Dragon Flame Sindarin Translator and Arwen-Undomiel(dot)com…Reviews are welcomed and most appreciated, it lets me know how I’m doing.
Warning: This chapter has some explicit sexual and violent content. Read at your own risk. If you are under 18 please do NOT read. You’ve been properly warned!
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own or make any profit from either the Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings franchises/characters… All respective rights to Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling and all respective rights to Lord of the Rings belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. I ran out of puns to use… *humph*
Chapter 5- My Cruel Embrace
“Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost; her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night; yet queenly she looked, and thought and knowledge were in her glance, as of one who has known many things that the years bring.”
-J.R.R. Tolkien (About Arwen Evenstar)
(Six months later)
(LVPOV)
It had been about half a year since Willow had made her appearance in my life once again. She was progressing in her studies swiftly. At the rate she was learning she would no doubt be another student gracing the halls of Hogwarts by the next school year. I struggled with the thought of her not being within a reasonable distance to me. I knew, though, that I would have to let her go. As much as it pained me to do so, her progress would be better.
While keeping a close eye on her while she was here in the manor, I always kept my presence as muted to her as possible. I watched her from a distance as she engaged herself in Narcissa’s lessons. Her eagerness to learn and her natural aptitude for magic was astounding to me. I always knew that she was a talented and powerful witch, but I never realized just how little experience she had. Assuming she had always known of her magical abilities and thinking that she had countless years of experience laid before her, I had never realized that she would be new to magic. It wasn’t until Severus had enlightened me on the state that he found her in and her complete confusion of her predicament before our meeting that I realized that she would need to be mentored by us. No matter, she would learn from the best and brightest I had to offer. I would do it myself, but I am no teacher, Dumbledore saw to that I bitterly reminded myself. I also had other pressing matters to attend to and wouldn’t be able to give her the proper attention she deserved.
Keeping a keen eye on the company she kept, I was quite displeased to learn of how fast she had taken to the Malfoy’s teenage son Draco this past summer. I have to admit that jealously isn’t one of my better traits and I seethed with it every time I caught them walking through the sprawling gardens together or heard soft laughter coming from the Malfoy’s game room. Even though I logically knew that my charm was effective, it didn’t alleviate the envy that consumed me. Relieved I was thankful when the summer had ended and Lucius’s spawn had to return to Hogwarts for his fifth year of schooling.
I was pleased, though, to observe the blossoming friendship that she was making with the Zabini boy during the summer. I was placing my whole past on that one friendship. He would come to be quite useful to me in their near future. Zabini was allowed to take her off the Manor grounds which bewildered most of my close followers who had an inkling of my obsession with her. Knowing just where he was taking her and what they were doing during their many field trips, I tried to pretend to not notice that they were sneaking off the grounds. I knew that Zabini would have quite an impact on the growth of Willow’s personality. I didn’t want to stifle it by prohibiting their interaction with each other. The only reason for my absent resentment towards the boy was the fact that I was positive that his feelings for her were purely platonic. I had witnessed their entertaining banter firsthand back in my Hogwarts days. The nonsensical and heated arguments not to mention the funny and obscene zings they hurled at each other were highly amusing.
I sighed as I reminisced of more care-free days. I paced the hallways of the manor trying to gather my thoughts in vain. While returning to my room, I shook my head in defeat and frustration. I sat in the plush armchair that was placed in front of the dimly lit fireplace. The tapping of my fingertips against the material of the chair was the only noise in the empty room. Looking around the room I noticed the unusual silence at last. Where was my sweet Nagini? She usually napped in my room during quiet days like this. Getting to my feet once again I left my room in search of her.
It was nearly forty-five minutes later when I found her in a secluded part of the gardens. A maze was placed in the confines of all the trees and flowers surrounding the manor. It was in the very center where I located her. I could hear her speaking to someone, which baffled me. She never bothered to acknowledge anyone’s presence but my own. I only knew of one other person who could speak it, other than myself that is. Hearing a quiet voice speaking back to her, in the rare tongue, my suspicion was, in fact, confirmed when I recognized the soft hissing voice.
“Why aren’t you a beauty? It’s ok you can come closer, I’m quite harmless I assure you.” The sweet voice tried to cajole the large snake.
I peeked around the corner to see Willow sitting at a bench with a book spread across her lap. Her arm was stretched out to Nagini in an open embrace. Nagini hesitated at first then slowly slithered towards the girl. Willow slid off of the bench and sat on the ground; the book she was reading slipped off her lap and was cast aside. I knew that Willow possessed the ability to speak parseltongue because we had occasionally argued heatedly using that language several times in the past. Even so, it was in utter amazement that I watched Nagini crawl into Willow’s lap and lay her head on her thigh as she rested peacefully.
I stepped around the corner to reveal my presence to her. She was stroking Nagini gently and cooing sweet nothings to her. I cleared my throat to gain their attention. Willow looked up startled, her eyes widening. I hadn’t meant to frighten her.
“So I see where Nagini has run off to,” I spoke.
“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to,” Willow began. “She just found me here and I thought…”
I held up my hand to signal her to stop. “It’s fine, she seems content,” I assured her.
She smiled up at me, and my heart once again sped up while in her presence. I wasn’t used to much sincerity, and the way her eyes crinkled at the corners showed me her earnestness. I stepped closer to her and picked up the book that had fallen to the ground. I peered at the book the cover was tattered and fraying around the corners. The title was barely legible. “The Tales of Beedle the Bard” was sprawled across the top a strange symbol was stamped below the title. I gestured to the bench as I spoke. “May I?”
“Certainly,” she offered.
I sat and stroked my fingertips across the embossed title of the book. I remember how she would carry this same exact book everywhere she went, and how she loved to create songs from the child-themed stories. I remember it was how I came to learn of the Elder wand’s existence, although I couldn’t remember the rest of the story. I was too trained on her beauty to pay enough attention to the actual tale she was singing about at the time.
The silence surrounded us, growing more awkward the longer I sat there. Maybe this was a bad idea. I wasn’t used to feeling so self-conscious. Needing to break the tension somehow I contemplated on what to say. She looked so innocent, sitting with her legs tucked underneath her while she coddled the large python that was napping. I knew though that looks were almost always deceiving and Willow was no different. She may seem to be as sweet as a perfectly concocted love potion now, but the wholesome facade she exuded would morph to a more comical and sarcastic nature someday. It was her blatant witticism and snarky humor that I had grown so fond of so many years ago. The Willow that sat before me was too proper and placid for my liking. As I sat pondering on memories from long ago, she spoke up.
“So… That spell you used. What does it do exactly?” she asked trying to sound as casual as possible.
So she was curious about the charm I used. I sat deliberating whether to tell her the truth or not. No, it was better if she knew. She needed to know how it worked so that she could use it in the future. I set the book onto the bench next to me and turned to address her directly.
“It’s a mix between a possession and fidelity charm. It will protect you from any….unwanted attention,” I explained.
“And how does it protect me?” she asked her casualness falling away.
“It will attack anyone who may try to touch you with improper intentions.” I pulled my wand out from my cloak and began twirling it between my fingers. The yew wood and carved bone handle of my wand was feeling cool against the pads of my fingertips.
“Oh and how do I make it work, or will it just happen?” she asked, her face paling with thoughts of someone attempting to violate her, no doubt.
“I think you’ll figure that out on your own. Either that or someone will eventually intervene.” Meaning myself, of course, I thought.
She sat there with utter confusion written across her face. She looked down to the snake she was petting.
“Fidelity,” she whispered. I could see that she was testing the word on her tongue and trying to figure how that particular word fit in with the charm.
“Fidelity…as in loyalty? Isn’t that used in marriages though? I’m not spoken for.” She looked at me, her eyebrows knitted in confusion.
I smiled deviously. Oh she was by all means spoken for. The moment she had apparated to this time she had been claimed. I would have liked to think before then as well, but she didn’t speak about her past often. The memories of her past life saddened her too much. She confided in me occasionally but not near what I would have liked. The only glimpse most were allowed of her past personal life was of stories. Tales of her homeland that she liked to narrate to those who knew her well.
“Yes, you are.” I smiled up at her. I wanted her to have no confusion on exactly who she belonged to.
She gasped and gently slid Nagini off her lap. She stood facing me, only a few meters away. The sun was slowly starting to set behind her now. A halo of light surrounded her, her etherealness breathtaking. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her when she looked this way, even though I knew that an explosion was coming.
“What, by who?” she squeaked.
I looked into her eyes with as much gravity as I could muster. I wanted her to know that I was serious, and that this was no childish game.
“By me,” I hissed menacingly in parseltongue as I stood from the bench. Stepping up to her I harshly grasped her tiny wrist to hold her next to me. I splayed my other hand across the small of her back. My wand pressed tightly to the fabric of her dress. I pressed our bodies together, making sure she had no room for escape. It had been far too long since I had felt the length of her. I hissed in pleasure as I felt the heat rolling off of her in waves. Surely she could feel my obvious desire pressed against her flat stomach.
I wanted to take her and claim her for myself right here in this very garden with twilight quickly approaching. I tilted my head down to kiss her bare shoulder. The scent emanating off her skin was driving me insane; sweet, sweet blossoms she smelt of. Opening my mouth I scraped my teeth along the skin of her neck, my tongue flicking out to taste her. I thrust my hips into her not being able to control my almost painful arousal. It had been countless years since I had allowed myself to feel this way. I couldn’t stop, she was too tempting.
I had to stop. As much as I desired to claim her now I had to stop. Reminiscing about our first time being intimate, I knew that I couldn’t deny my younger self nor her to that experience. Although I had been no virgin at the time I met Willow, when we finally did come together, it had certainly felt like my very first time. I had, at last, felt complete. I wouldn’t rob that moment away from us. Yes, I could wait. She will be mine again, soon.
I gently ran my mouth up to the hollow behind her ear and pressed a kiss against that spot, knowing it was a favorite of hers. Pulling my face away from her body I stared down at her. My eyes no doubtingly darkened with the magnitude of my lust for her.
Her jaw dropped open in shock as she tilted her head up to stare at me; her eyes widening at first in alarm and then slowly shifting to horror. Her face had drained of all color, she looked completely ashen. Tears were beginning to swim in her eyes masking their grey tint and glow. She was trembling all over and gasping desperately for breath. How had I not noticed her reaction to me before? She was locked in my gaze as a shocked deer caught in a muggle’s headlights.
I suddenly heard a light gasp from behind Willow. Unlocking my eyes from hers I smoothly shifted them to the unwelcome intruder. It was the Zabini boy. He must have taken the train home for an extended weekend to visit his mother, I thought. His eyes widened in surprise at our rather compromising embrace. I looked back at Willow who had finally allowed the tears to cascade down her face. I released her wrist with a snap of my hand, bringing that hand up to caress her face and keeping the other at the small of her back. She winced at my gentle touch of fingertips that trailed along the path of her tears. Her heart was beating rapidly in fear.
“Leithio nin!*” She screamed out in terror as she began struggling against me.
In immense anger, I grabbed her hair, yanking her head back so that she would have to look me in the eyes. She halted her feeble attempts to throw me off immediately. With a sneer, I leaned in closer to her face. She was sobbing uncontrollably now. Her sobs only heightened my lust for her. I was breathing in shallow rasps and my own heartbeat was now speeding as the adrenaline pumped through my veins.
I peered out the corner of my eye and saw the Zabini boy still standing there in shock, too frightened of me to offer his assistance. He stayed rooted to his spot with his hand covering his mouth in an attempt to silence his own fear. Good. If he knew what was good for him, he would not intervene. Willow, in her panic, didn’t notice his presence yet.
I pressed my lips to Willow’s ear and whispered breathily, “No le an-uir nîn, nín hervess!*”
Willow’s eyes tightened as she began struggling again. Her small hands wrapped around my throat in an attempt to choke me. I swatted her hands away and tried to press her tighter to me. Her fight or flight instincts had kicked in as she clawed at my chest, arms and face, anything that she could reach. Her fingernails scratched away, trying to find purchase in my skin, but they failed. Slowly she calmed down and grew limp in my confining embrace, her hands falling to her sides. She looked up at me and finally screamed; her words tinted with revulsion.
“Law! Tevenyel Dûr Hír*!” she shouted out in fury and disgust.
I grabbed her upper arms and flung her body haphazardly across the garden lawn in my wrath. She landed near the Zabini boy’s feet, a crumpled heap in the grass that was crying earnestly. I looked at the boy and pointed my wand at him.
“Take her. I want her out of my sight!” I yelled in frustration. She needed to leave my presence before I hexed her in my growing displeasure.
My command snapped Zabini out of his horror-stricken trance and he quickly bent to Willow’s side, who was hiccupping and shaking with her cries. He grabbed her hand and yelled. “Come-on Willow hurry, we have to leave!”
“Blaise! Oh Eru*, Blaise!” she shrieked. He lifted her to a standing position and with her hand grasped in his, started to run out of the gardens.
They quickly disappeared around the corner. The sounds of their sprinting footsteps, Willow’s hysterical gasping and Zabini’s panicked urging to run faster slowly started to fade. Fruitlessly trying to slow my breathing, I tightened my hand around my wand and cursed loudly. Finally, I sat down on the bench and loosened the death grip on my wand, lest it shatter in pieces. I saw the forgotten book on the edge of the bench and in my utter frustration of what had just expired, flung the book across the grass just as I had its owner.
I sighed deeply. How had I let it go that far? Sometimes, I even surprised myself at what a monster I truly had become. I put my head in my hands and steadied my breathing to a more comfortable pace before shaking my head in despair. Nagini, having awoken when the confrontation had started, slithered my way and wrapped herself around my ankles, trying in vain to comfort me. I rarely ever felt remorse for my actions, but at this moment, my mind screamed with it. I could feel a tightening in my chest and a burning sensation in my throat as I swallowed down my own pain and revulsion.
I thought of the girl that I had come so close to defiling myself. She was such a bright light in my past and was the reason for every move that I made. I had always wondered why she was so shielded, even cruel at times during our previous history. She was the strongest and most steadfast witch I have ever aligned myself with. What had made her that way? What had caused her defensive nature? I had overheard long ago, during a past incident that a Dark Lord had once tried to desecrate and claim her but failed. Sighing, I realized that it was me. I had made her that way.
“Terror made me cruel!”- Emily Bronte
AN: So what did you guys think. I realized that Voldie’s character was a little too OOC in previous chapters, so I thought I might reign myself a little and bring out his more sadistic side. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.
Featured Music-
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Translations:
Leithio nin!- Release me!
No le an-uir nîn, nín hervess!- You will be mine forever, my wife.
Law! Tevenyel Dûr Hír!- Never! I hate you Dark Lord!
Eru- God
Title: Aníron
Author: heysakuya supersonicchica
Betas: minako timelessviolet & MaraudersWolf marauderswolf
Rating: M/NC-17
Characters: Tom Riddle Jr., OC
Chapter 5: My Cruel Embrace.
Chapter length: 3,554 words...
Summary: “Love wishes to perpetuate itself. Love wishes for immortality.” -Mortimer Adler... Why was Lord Voldemort so adamant on attaining immortality? Maybe the Dark Lord had once known the bitter sweetness of love, after all. DH compliant, LOTR references, Crossover Themes, M for future M/F lemons, Dub-con, Violence, slight OOC.
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own or make any profit from either the Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings franchises/characters ... All rights to Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling and all respective rights to Lord of the Rings belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.
AN: Thanks goes out to my talented betas Minako and MaraudersWolf… Also as with every chapter any translations or footnotes will be listed at the bottom along with links to any featured song/s. Credit goes to Dragon Flame Sindarin Translator and Arwen-Undomiel(dot)com…Reviews are welcomed and most appreciated, it lets me know how I’m doing.
Warning: This chapter has some explicit sexual and violent content. Read at your own risk. If you are under 18 please do NOT read. You’ve been properly warned!
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own or make any profit from either the Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings franchises/characters… All respective rights to Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling and all respective rights to Lord of the Rings belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. I ran out of puns to use… *humph*
Chapter 5- My Cruel Embrace
“Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost; her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night; yet queenly she looked, and thought and knowledge were in her glance, as of one who has known many things that the years bring.”
-J.R.R. Tolkien (About Arwen Evenstar)
(Six months later)
(LVPOV)
It had been about half a year since Willow had made her appearance in my life once again. She was progressing in her studies swiftly. At the rate she was learning she would no doubt be another student gracing the halls of Hogwarts by the next school year. I struggled with the thought of her not being within a reasonable distance to me. I knew, though, that I would have to let her go. As much as it pained me to do so, her progress would be better.
While keeping a close eye on her while she was here in the manor, I always kept my presence as muted to her as possible. I watched her from a distance as she engaged herself in Narcissa’s lessons. Her eagerness to learn and her natural aptitude for magic was astounding to me. I always knew that she was a talented and powerful witch, but I never realized just how little experience she had. Assuming she had always known of her magical abilities and thinking that she had countless years of experience laid before her, I had never realized that she would be new to magic. It wasn’t until Severus had enlightened me on the state that he found her in and her complete confusion of her predicament before our meeting that I realized that she would need to be mentored by us. No matter, she would learn from the best and brightest I had to offer. I would do it myself, but I am no teacher, Dumbledore saw to that I bitterly reminded myself. I also had other pressing matters to attend to and wouldn’t be able to give her the proper attention she deserved.
Keeping a keen eye on the company she kept, I was quite displeased to learn of how fast she had taken to the Malfoy’s teenage son Draco this past summer. I have to admit that jealously isn’t one of my better traits and I seethed with it every time I caught them walking through the sprawling gardens together or heard soft laughter coming from the Malfoy’s game room. Even though I logically knew that my charm was effective, it didn’t alleviate the envy that consumed me. Relieved I was thankful when the summer had ended and Lucius’s spawn had to return to Hogwarts for his fifth year of schooling.
I was pleased, though, to observe the blossoming friendship that she was making with the Zabini boy during the summer. I was placing my whole past on that one friendship. He would come to be quite useful to me in their near future. Zabini was allowed to take her off the Manor grounds which bewildered most of my close followers who had an inkling of my obsession with her. Knowing just where he was taking her and what they were doing during their many field trips, I tried to pretend to not notice that they were sneaking off the grounds. I knew that Zabini would have quite an impact on the growth of Willow’s personality. I didn’t want to stifle it by prohibiting their interaction with each other. The only reason for my absent resentment towards the boy was the fact that I was positive that his feelings for her were purely platonic. I had witnessed their entertaining banter firsthand back in my Hogwarts days. The nonsensical and heated arguments not to mention the funny and obscene zings they hurled at each other were highly amusing.
I sighed as I reminisced of more care-free days. I paced the hallways of the manor trying to gather my thoughts in vain. While returning to my room, I shook my head in defeat and frustration. I sat in the plush armchair that was placed in front of the dimly lit fireplace. The tapping of my fingertips against the material of the chair was the only noise in the empty room. Looking around the room I noticed the unusual silence at last. Where was my sweet Nagini? She usually napped in my room during quiet days like this. Getting to my feet once again I left my room in search of her.
It was nearly forty-five minutes later when I found her in a secluded part of the gardens. A maze was placed in the confines of all the trees and flowers surrounding the manor. It was in the very center where I located her. I could hear her speaking to someone, which baffled me. She never bothered to acknowledge anyone’s presence but my own. I only knew of one other person who could speak it, other than myself that is. Hearing a quiet voice speaking back to her, in the rare tongue, my suspicion was, in fact, confirmed when I recognized the soft hissing voice.
“Why aren’t you a beauty? It’s ok you can come closer, I’m quite harmless I assure you.” The sweet voice tried to cajole the large snake.
I peeked around the corner to see Willow sitting at a bench with a book spread across her lap. Her arm was stretched out to Nagini in an open embrace. Nagini hesitated at first then slowly slithered towards the girl. Willow slid off of the bench and sat on the ground; the book she was reading slipped off her lap and was cast aside. I knew that Willow possessed the ability to speak parseltongue because we had occasionally argued heatedly using that language several times in the past. Even so, it was in utter amazement that I watched Nagini crawl into Willow’s lap and lay her head on her thigh as she rested peacefully.
I stepped around the corner to reveal my presence to her. She was stroking Nagini gently and cooing sweet nothings to her. I cleared my throat to gain their attention. Willow looked up startled, her eyes widening. I hadn’t meant to frighten her.
“So I see where Nagini has run off to,” I spoke.
“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to,” Willow began. “She just found me here and I thought…”
I held up my hand to signal her to stop. “It’s fine, she seems content,” I assured her.
She smiled up at me, and my heart once again sped up while in her presence. I wasn’t used to much sincerity, and the way her eyes crinkled at the corners showed me her earnestness. I stepped closer to her and picked up the book that had fallen to the ground. I peered at the book the cover was tattered and fraying around the corners. The title was barely legible. “The Tales of Beedle the Bard” was sprawled across the top a strange symbol was stamped below the title. I gestured to the bench as I spoke. “May I?”
“Certainly,” she offered.
I sat and stroked my fingertips across the embossed title of the book. I remember how she would carry this same exact book everywhere she went, and how she loved to create songs from the child-themed stories. I remember it was how I came to learn of the Elder wand’s existence, although I couldn’t remember the rest of the story. I was too trained on her beauty to pay enough attention to the actual tale she was singing about at the time.
The silence surrounded us, growing more awkward the longer I sat there. Maybe this was a bad idea. I wasn’t used to feeling so self-conscious. Needing to break the tension somehow I contemplated on what to say. She looked so innocent, sitting with her legs tucked underneath her while she coddled the large python that was napping. I knew though that looks were almost always deceiving and Willow was no different. She may seem to be as sweet as a perfectly concocted love potion now, but the wholesome facade she exuded would morph to a more comical and sarcastic nature someday. It was her blatant witticism and snarky humor that I had grown so fond of so many years ago. The Willow that sat before me was too proper and placid for my liking. As I sat pondering on memories from long ago, she spoke up.
“So… That spell you used. What does it do exactly?” she asked trying to sound as casual as possible.
So she was curious about the charm I used. I sat deliberating whether to tell her the truth or not. No, it was better if she knew. She needed to know how it worked so that she could use it in the future. I set the book onto the bench next to me and turned to address her directly.
“It’s a mix between a possession and fidelity charm. It will protect you from any….unwanted attention,” I explained.
“And how does it protect me?” she asked her casualness falling away.
“It will attack anyone who may try to touch you with improper intentions.” I pulled my wand out from my cloak and began twirling it between my fingers. The yew wood and carved bone handle of my wand was feeling cool against the pads of my fingertips.
“Oh and how do I make it work, or will it just happen?” she asked, her face paling with thoughts of someone attempting to violate her, no doubt.
“I think you’ll figure that out on your own. Either that or someone will eventually intervene.” Meaning myself, of course, I thought.
She sat there with utter confusion written across her face. She looked down to the snake she was petting.
“Fidelity,” she whispered. I could see that she was testing the word on her tongue and trying to figure how that particular word fit in with the charm.
“Fidelity…as in loyalty? Isn’t that used in marriages though? I’m not spoken for.” She looked at me, her eyebrows knitted in confusion.
I smiled deviously. Oh she was by all means spoken for. The moment she had apparated to this time she had been claimed. I would have liked to think before then as well, but she didn’t speak about her past often. The memories of her past life saddened her too much. She confided in me occasionally but not near what I would have liked. The only glimpse most were allowed of her past personal life was of stories. Tales of her homeland that she liked to narrate to those who knew her well.
“Yes, you are.” I smiled up at her. I wanted her to have no confusion on exactly who she belonged to.
She gasped and gently slid Nagini off her lap. She stood facing me, only a few meters away. The sun was slowly starting to set behind her now. A halo of light surrounded her, her etherealness breathtaking. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her when she looked this way, even though I knew that an explosion was coming.
“What, by who?” she squeaked.
I looked into her eyes with as much gravity as I could muster. I wanted her to know that I was serious, and that this was no childish game.
“By me,” I hissed menacingly in parseltongue as I stood from the bench. Stepping up to her I harshly grasped her tiny wrist to hold her next to me. I splayed my other hand across the small of her back. My wand pressed tightly to the fabric of her dress. I pressed our bodies together, making sure she had no room for escape. It had been far too long since I had felt the length of her. I hissed in pleasure as I felt the heat rolling off of her in waves. Surely she could feel my obvious desire pressed against her flat stomach.
I wanted to take her and claim her for myself right here in this very garden with twilight quickly approaching. I tilted my head down to kiss her bare shoulder. The scent emanating off her skin was driving me insane; sweet, sweet blossoms she smelt of. Opening my mouth I scraped my teeth along the skin of her neck, my tongue flicking out to taste her. I thrust my hips into her not being able to control my almost painful arousal. It had been countless years since I had allowed myself to feel this way. I couldn’t stop, she was too tempting.
I had to stop. As much as I desired to claim her now I had to stop. Reminiscing about our first time being intimate, I knew that I couldn’t deny my younger self nor her to that experience. Although I had been no virgin at the time I met Willow, when we finally did come together, it had certainly felt like my very first time. I had, at last, felt complete. I wouldn’t rob that moment away from us. Yes, I could wait. She will be mine again, soon.
I gently ran my mouth up to the hollow behind her ear and pressed a kiss against that spot, knowing it was a favorite of hers. Pulling my face away from her body I stared down at her. My eyes no doubtingly darkened with the magnitude of my lust for her.
Her jaw dropped open in shock as she tilted her head up to stare at me; her eyes widening at first in alarm and then slowly shifting to horror. Her face had drained of all color, she looked completely ashen. Tears were beginning to swim in her eyes masking their grey tint and glow. She was trembling all over and gasping desperately for breath. How had I not noticed her reaction to me before? She was locked in my gaze as a shocked deer caught in a muggle’s headlights.
I suddenly heard a light gasp from behind Willow. Unlocking my eyes from hers I smoothly shifted them to the unwelcome intruder. It was the Zabini boy. He must have taken the train home for an extended weekend to visit his mother, I thought. His eyes widened in surprise at our rather compromising embrace. I looked back at Willow who had finally allowed the tears to cascade down her face. I released her wrist with a snap of my hand, bringing that hand up to caress her face and keeping the other at the small of her back. She winced at my gentle touch of fingertips that trailed along the path of her tears. Her heart was beating rapidly in fear.
“Leithio nin!*” She screamed out in terror as she began struggling against me.
In immense anger, I grabbed her hair, yanking her head back so that she would have to look me in the eyes. She halted her feeble attempts to throw me off immediately. With a sneer, I leaned in closer to her face. She was sobbing uncontrollably now. Her sobs only heightened my lust for her. I was breathing in shallow rasps and my own heartbeat was now speeding as the adrenaline pumped through my veins.
I peered out the corner of my eye and saw the Zabini boy still standing there in shock, too frightened of me to offer his assistance. He stayed rooted to his spot with his hand covering his mouth in an attempt to silence his own fear. Good. If he knew what was good for him, he would not intervene. Willow, in her panic, didn’t notice his presence yet.
I pressed my lips to Willow’s ear and whispered breathily, “No le an-uir nîn, nín hervess!*”
Willow’s eyes tightened as she began struggling again. Her small hands wrapped around my throat in an attempt to choke me. I swatted her hands away and tried to press her tighter to me. Her fight or flight instincts had kicked in as she clawed at my chest, arms and face, anything that she could reach. Her fingernails scratched away, trying to find purchase in my skin, but they failed. Slowly she calmed down and grew limp in my confining embrace, her hands falling to her sides. She looked up at me and finally screamed; her words tinted with revulsion.
“Law! Tevenyel Dûr Hír*!” she shouted out in fury and disgust.
I grabbed her upper arms and flung her body haphazardly across the garden lawn in my wrath. She landed near the Zabini boy’s feet, a crumpled heap in the grass that was crying earnestly. I looked at the boy and pointed my wand at him.
“Take her. I want her out of my sight!” I yelled in frustration. She needed to leave my presence before I hexed her in my growing displeasure.
My command snapped Zabini out of his horror-stricken trance and he quickly bent to Willow’s side, who was hiccupping and shaking with her cries. He grabbed her hand and yelled. “Come-on Willow hurry, we have to leave!”
“Blaise! Oh Eru*, Blaise!” she shrieked. He lifted her to a standing position and with her hand grasped in his, started to run out of the gardens.
They quickly disappeared around the corner. The sounds of their sprinting footsteps, Willow’s hysterical gasping and Zabini’s panicked urging to run faster slowly started to fade. Fruitlessly trying to slow my breathing, I tightened my hand around my wand and cursed loudly. Finally, I sat down on the bench and loosened the death grip on my wand, lest it shatter in pieces. I saw the forgotten book on the edge of the bench and in my utter frustration of what had just expired, flung the book across the grass just as I had its owner.
I sighed deeply. How had I let it go that far? Sometimes, I even surprised myself at what a monster I truly had become. I put my head in my hands and steadied my breathing to a more comfortable pace before shaking my head in despair. Nagini, having awoken when the confrontation had started, slithered my way and wrapped herself around my ankles, trying in vain to comfort me. I rarely ever felt remorse for my actions, but at this moment, my mind screamed with it. I could feel a tightening in my chest and a burning sensation in my throat as I swallowed down my own pain and revulsion.
I thought of the girl that I had come so close to defiling myself. She was such a bright light in my past and was the reason for every move that I made. I had always wondered why she was so shielded, even cruel at times during our previous history. She was the strongest and most steadfast witch I have ever aligned myself with. What had made her that way? What had caused her defensive nature? I had overheard long ago, during a past incident that a Dark Lord had once tried to desecrate and claim her but failed. Sighing, I realized that it was me. I had made her that way.
“Terror made me cruel!”- Emily Bronte
AN: So what did you guys think. I realized that Voldie’s character was a little too OOC in previous chapters, so I thought I might reign myself a little and bring out his more sadistic side. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.
Featured Music-
This chapter’s featured song is “Act 4.1 - In the Sky (Dark Mark)” by: The Ring of Scribes from their “Magic: A Wrock Opera” album… amazing and moving stuff…very high quality for a semi-wrock band.
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"In the Sky (Dark Mark)" by: The Ring of Scribes
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Translations:
Leithio nin!- Release me!
No le an-uir nîn, nín hervess!- You will be mine forever, my wife.
Law! Tevenyel Dûr Hír!- Never! I hate you Dark Lord!
Eru- God