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Dark Queens

For me, it began in my sixth year. For her, it began in her
first.

Ginny was saved from the Chamber of Secrets, checked for
bodily harm and sent on her way as if nothing had happened. It�s a bit hard to
believe really, that Dumbledore, after seeing the skill of the diary, could
think that there would be no lasting effects from Ginny being possessed for
almost a year. The Diary Riddle might have been destroyed, but the original was
not. And He was connected to that diary and so he was connected to Ginny.

There was now a darkness in her. A seed of evil, I suppose,
although I don�t really believe in good and evil anymore. More specifically,
there was a part of Voldemort in her, and this shadow called out to the Dark
Lord.

She told me it first began in dreams. He is a master of
dream-weaving, and once he was fully returned, he began to shape her dreaming
towards him. Naturally, it was never Lord Voldemort in her dreams. It was Tom
Riddle.

Everyone believed that when he possessed her, she was
unaware of it, that she blacked out. That is total rubbish; she told me that she
was always there. She always knew what was she was doing. It was just that he
was in control. He would suggest and she would have to obey. But even as she
painted those words and did those things, he was whispering to her. Even as she
lay in the Chamber, he was whispering.

Harry was wrong. Riddle wouldn�t have killed Ginny. Given a
few more moments, her heart would have stopped and Riddle would have become
fully real.

But then it would have restarted. And she would have become
part of him.

But Harry won, and Riddle was destroyed.

The whispering continued.

The whole of her fourth year he was whispering to her.
Changing her, bringing her closer to him, and she went willingly. There was a
dark streak in her already, a carefully buried streak, and all he did was bring
it into the light.

Time passed and no-one noticed the changes in Ginny. No-one
commented on how, after Voldemort was revived in my fourth year, she suddenly
became bolder. More aggressive. She grew stronger with him all that year and by
the time Harry fought him in the graveyard, she had been changed forever. In my
fifth year, she was alma dia different person.

How she kept it from us I�ll never know. She went freely
into the battle in the Ministry, all the time belonging to him. She had no
loyalty to the other Death Eaters for she was not one; Ginny was something
special. Ginny was a servant of Riddle and so she had no visible mark. Only a
shadow on her soul.

By the time she came to me, she was completely in his power
and happy to be so. And me? I had a secret of my own. A dark one, or so I
thought. I was in love with Ginny.

She came to me of her own will. Even the Dark Lord has
assured me of that. He had thought I was untouchable, too close to Harry for him
ton. Sn. She came to me because she wanted me with her.

Our love was not at his bidding. Our love is real and pure,nd tnd that I cling to. It is the only truth I have now.

And so we loved, and I loved her so utterly that I followed
her through the shadow and I went to her Lord.

I have never submitted to Lord Voldemort. When he comes to
us, it is a sixteen year old boy, charming and handsome, who touches us andpeakpeaks to us and to whom we give ourselves. We are Tom Riddle�s and we have the
honour of being the only ones who see him in that form. Of course, we never call
him that. He is our Lord.

That first night, he spoke to me as an adult, whilst Ginny
touched me and loved me and did the same to him. He made me see that Dumbledore
had lied about his true aims. He wanted immortality, yes, but that was a
personal goal. His dream is a new society, one where Wizards and Muggles wereept ept separate. We are more powerful, so we should rule openly. He has no wish to
kill them, nor the Muggle-borns. There is no purpose in slaughter. Who would he
rule if he killed them all?

I had to see, he said, that having Muggle parents was a
handicap. I had started my magical training at 11 and see how far I had come.
Imagine what I could have been if my training had began at birth! It was not my
fault that my parents were Muggles, but I should not make the same mistake. He
outlined how he wanted to breed out Muggle blood. Make the old families strong
again. Make every child born equal, and nurtured, and loved for their gifts. If
all the children were equal, society could be equal, and we could walk free and
proud amidst the Muggles. Be respected. Be powerful.

Ginny watched and smiled and kissed me. We could be
together, she told me, together openly. We wouldn�t have to hide anything of
what we are.

He watched and smiled and stood. He came to me, and touched
my face, and I understood why Ginny had changed. He kissed me and kissed her and
we were together. I was part of a Trio again, a shadowy union, and I gave myself
over to his service.

I returned then to Hogwarts and together we did his work
within those walls. Harry and Ron were oblivious to the changes in Ginny and I;
it should have been obvious to them but they were too wrapped up in themselves
to notice what we did. Earlier, I was pleased for them when they finally
realised their true feelings and became a couple. I was not prepared for the
alienation that followed. Perhaps if they had paid closer atten ton to me,
things would have been different. But I do not want them to be.

It is quite something to lose your virginity to the Dark
Lord. He is an incredible lover, when he chooses to be, and with us he was
careful and considerate. We were together � we did everything together � and he
made it an enjoyable experience for both of us. Ginny was more pleased than I,
for she has a voracious sexual appetite for men, whereas I am not really
interested in them.

After this, in my last year, our true usefulness to our
Lord was realised. We had a weapon that none of the other Death Eaters had, and
it is a weapon much used over the years.

Our sexuality.

Our first conquest was Draco Malfoy. Our Lord was concerned
that his allegiance was wavering and so he sent us to ensure the boy�s loyalty.
Draco�s surprise at our betrayal of Harry was nearly as great as his surprise at
what we did, in front of him, and for him. That was more Ginny�s conquest than
mine, for his arrogance meant that he would not use me, but would only allow me
to pleasure him. I still can�t stand the little git. However, Ginny was
magnificent, for she had always desired Draco, and once we were through, he
never thought of abandoning our Lord again.

Later, we were given in reward to his father, who refused
to touch me at all, but was eager to watch and be watched. I understand that
Ginny visits the two of them frequently. This does not bother me, for it is to
me she returns. I am the only person she sleeps with, the only person to whom
her gentleness is reveals. I am the one she loves.

Time continued, and we both left school to become members
of the Order. We were spies for a time, but our Lord decided that we would
better serve him elsewhere. However, a spy within the Order was needed, and so
we were sent to bring back Snape.

That conquest was mine. Time had given me experience and
confidence, and though I desire no man, I am as accomplished a seducer as my
dear Ginny. We went together to tempt him, but it was me he truly wanted and it
was I who brought him back to our Lord.

Surprisingly, Snape and I have become friends, after a
fashion. Ginny and I reside with our Lord, and when he comes, he always comes to
me. I have found a fellow intellect in him, for above all else, the man is
incredibly intelligent. In those terms, he is my only equal here. We discuss
books and other safe, normal thingnd wnd we work on Potions. I admit he can
still scare me � it is that tone he has, I think � but I have power over him, as
he wants me desperately. I use this power. Sometimes I service him and sometimes
I turn him away. This keeps his loyalty and though I do not want him, he
attempts to please me. A small part of me feels guilty, for his soul is
destroyed and he is an empty shell. He is betrayed everything in his life and
there can be no redemption this time. There is a deadness in his eyes that is
because of me. The least I can do is give him my body from time to time.

Now we had a secure spy again. Snape d red remain with the
Death Eaters as long as we did. The Order was becoming suspicious, they knew
that there was a spy in their midst. Ginny and I revealed ourselves to them and
left, leaving Snape in our place. He was proven; he would not be suspected.

The look on everyone�s faces when our Lord Apparated to our
sides and took us away was priceless. Ginny especially loved it, for it was her
family who were the worst affected. Shock, disappointment, grief and terrible
pain.

Ginny has found a pleasure in pain that I do not share.

It was Harry who met my gaze as we vanished. I read the
guilt there. He knows that if he had spent more time with me, I might have
stayed and been a force for good. He cared for me once. Now he fears me. They
fear us.

Ginny tells me that the school recommended she become an
Auror. I find this amusing, as now she spends her time hunting them down. She is
a superb killer, the best our Lord has. We know everything about them, and Ginny
uses this in any way she can. She loves the power death gives her. In this, she
and Bellatrix often collaborate.

I use my mind to further our cause. I create spells and
potions, for various uses, and in this I have no rival. Mostly I improve Ginny�s
abilities � and my own. Back when I was an innocent, using magic to increase my
attractiveness would never have occurred to me. However, we have seen that men
are ruled by one thing, and if distracted, are much easier to kill. Ginny has
dozens of Potions that flow permanently through her body to make her
irresistible, and every inch of her clothing is spun with cs tos to do the same.
Any man � or woman so inclined � is overcome by lust when they see her. Of
course she can suppressse mse magics when she chooses. When she is with me, she
is natural. We need no spells for our love.

I find her irresistible anyway. She is tall and slender,
with a mane of fiery hair that flows down her back to her waist. She is nothing
like me, with my larger and curvier figure, yet she tells me I am just as
beautiful. She and I have abandoned traditional clothing in favour of somethi mor more fitting to our work. Our Lord is pleased with our choices. We wear normal
outer robes, but underneath we have chosen black, mostly leather and PVC, all
tight and with a great deal of flesh showing. I would call it a gothic or S&M
look. Ginny knows it only as the clothing I designed. The wizarding world has
nothing quite like it. In keeping, I have tamed my own hair, using potions and
the like to keep it jet black and ramrod straight. We are tired of having to
pretend; our appearance reflects the way we feel and we are pleased.

I have not seen any of the Order since I left. Ginny
clashes with them frequently, for her family will not use lethal force against
her, so she is confident in moving against them. I understand that she has
killed many of them; their names are vague to me now, but I know that only
Harry, the Weasleys, Tonks, Lupin, Dumbledore and of course Snape are left.
Moody was the first to fall prey to my enhancements of her body.

Ginny tells me that she has suspicions about Tonks. She
obviously responds to Ginny, yet her self-control is enough that none of the
other suspect her. She may be susceptible to turning. However, Ginny and I have
never been with other women. Ginny is only interested in me, all her other lusts
are male, and while I have found many women attractive, Ginny is all I need. We
have mentioned all this to our Lord. Whether he will choose to send us to her
anyway remains to be seen. The final battle seems no closer than when we left
our innocence behind.

Our other uses remain as they were in our youth. We
recruit, we ensure loyalty, and we please our Lord when he wishes to become Tom
Riddle again, for a little time. The other Death Eateecogecognise our special
posit Our Our Lord favours us above most of them, and after we killed a few,
they understood not to challenge us. After all, if they please our Lord, we may
be given to them for a time. However, all know that we are the Lord�s chosen,
his consorts or as close as any may come. They do as we command and cower before
our fury.
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