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Lady Darkness	By : AngstPuppies Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Voldemort/Ginny Views: 16453 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lady Darkness
by Emcee and rain
Rating: R
Summary: Tom goes shopping, while Ginny is interrogated
Author's Notes: Thanks to Pablo for the beta. Lyrics in the chapter title from "Sympathy for the Devil" by Mick Jagger and Keith Richards.
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x. 'I've been around for a long, long year. Stole many a man's soul and faith.'
Ollivander was meticulous when it came to every single wand he created. He was known to spend days, even weeks, on each one. During one momentous occasion, he spent two years working on a single wand. He could remember the exact details of that particular one: Ten and half inches, ash wood, Chimera scale core. It had been temperamental during the creation. It was no surprise to him when it was the perfect wand for the temperamental Sirius Black. Pity it had been broken after his arrest.
Ollivander was busy preparing for the rush. While he sold wands at all year round, August was always his busiest time. First-Years from Hogwarts would be coming. Each of them needed a wand that would fit them perfectly. He would be working almost non-stop from now until September.
Readjusting his thick glasses, Ollivander focused on the thick unicorn hair clutched between his thumb and forefinger. Getting the core into the wand shell was akin to threading a needle. It tookcisicision not to break the core.
He was just about to feed the hair into the centre when the bell signalling the door opening ranglivalivander took off his glasses, rising to his feet. He smiled broadly, striding to the counter. "Hello."
He paused, studying the young man who entered. His cold blue eyes surveyed the shop with disgust. Ollivander felt his heart seize in his chest. "I know you."
Tom Marvolo Riddle looked up, lip curled in a snarl. "So it's true whaey sey say about you. Your legendary memory."
Ollivander shook his head. This couldn't be happening. He-Who--Not-Not-Be-Named was alive, but he was no longer this boy. It was impossible for him to be here. "Get out."
Tom sauntered closer, hands clutching behind his back. "Not until I get what I came for."
"You're not real," Ollivander hissed. "You're dead. A memory."
"Not anymore." Tom smirked. "I've been cured of that affliction. Now, I need a wand."
Ollivander cast a glance to the fire in the corner. Could he get there in time, throw the powder into the fire? He needed to reach Dumbledore.
Tom shook his head. "You know I would kill you before you had the chance, Ollivander. Come now, help me and you'll get out of this unscathed... Well, mostly."
"I'd rather die than help you," Ollivander spat savagely. The revulsion coiled in his stomach. He couldn't even look at this boy, the boy who would grow into a monster. No, who was already a monster, albeit a disguised one.
Tom grabbed Ollivander by the collar, tossing him to the floor. "Haven't you heard the phrase the customer is always right? Fine. If you won't help me, I'll just have to do it myself."
Getting off the ground, Tom began to peruse the shelves. Ollivander crawled towards the fireplace. Tom turned, leaping on top of him. He had youth on his side, dominating Ollivander easily. "No, you stay here. I can't have you dashing off to Dumbledore now. You would spoil everything."
Tom got back to his feet, knocking one of the high shelves over. It fell onto Ollivander's legs.
The pain pierced through him like a knife as the heavy shelves broke his leg. He knew it immediately. He vainly tried to lift the shelves off of him. Even if he were able to he wouldn't be able to walk on his damaged legs. He could do nothing but watch Tom.
He was stroking his chin, perusing the shelves. "I was very attached to my old wand. Perhaps I should try something like that."
Tom pulled a wand off the shelf, waving it. Nothing happened. He shook his head, tossing it over his shoulder. The wand fell with the dull clatter on top of the toppled shelf.
Was Dumbledore aware Tom was alive? He must. Nothing got past Albus Dumbledore. If he did know, why hadn't he told Ollivander?
He couldn't focus on his inner thoughts. The pain was overwhelming his thought processes. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't give Tom the satisfaction of hearing the cries of anguish.
After what seemed like forever, Tom smiled as he waved a wand in the air, producing green sparks. "Ah! This one is adequate. Not as good as my old one, but I think it will do." He stalked to Ollivander, extending the wand. "Now, let's test it out."
Ollivander watched in muted horror as Tom flicked the wand, murmuring the Unforgivable.
His body was wracked with an indescribable pain. He wanted to kill himself, just cease the feelings coursing through him. How could he still be alive when it felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest?
The pain subsided and Ollivander felt the vomit rise in his throat. He turned his head, retching. Tom laughed, shaking his wand. "Well, I think this'll do me."
"You'll never get away with this," Ollivander rasped.
Tom smirked. "I think I just did." He pointed the wand at Ollivander again. "I know I said I wouldn't hurt you, but then... You really didn't help me, did you? Avada Kedavra."
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Tom walked out of Ollivander's, smiling as he looked at his new wand. Well, that was now taken care of. With a wand, he could now strike real terror into the pathetic masses. He would no longer be filled with just idle threats. He could truly hurt them.
Now he had some more mundane chores to take care of. He was sick of being stuck in his Hogwarts uniform. He needed to get some new robes, something befitting a man of his stature.
He walked to Madame Malkin's robe shop. Unlike Ollivander's, no one would recognize him in there. He of course had no intention of paying for clothing. Now that he had a wand it wouldn't be a problem.
"Avada Kedavra," he muttered, his voice light and casual. Madame Malkin fell to the floor, dead. It felt good to be able to kill. He had been trapped much too long inside of the diary.
Tom began to pick through the robes. He found a set of dark green robes set to the side. The card on them read Draco Malfoy. Tom wrinkled his nose, examining them. They were quite exquisite. Much too good for Malfoy's offspring to have. He stripped out of his uniform, leaving it in a pile on the floor. He tried on the soft green robes. They felt nice, maybe a bit small in the shoulders. A simple adjustment spell would fix that.
Yes, these robes were indeed fit for him.
Tom sifted through the other robes, trying to find more clothing that would be fit for him. He didn't know how long he would be able to walk the streets so freely.
He halted his rummaging when he noticed a robe in the window display, worn by a moving mannequin. They were robes for a woman, fitted with a bodice, the sleeves cut off the shoulder. He extended his hand, letting his fingers slid over the soft fabric. He smiled, thinking of how the black material would contrast with his princess' pale skin.
He waved his wand, stripping the dummy. He folded the dress, putting it with his own clothes. Perhaps there were other things he could find for her. He certainly didn't want her wearing those garish jumpers and Muggle skirts around him.
TOM!
Tom jumped, Ginny's panicked cries assaulting his mind. It had caught him by surprise. Each time he had communicated with Ginny through their mental link, he had been the one to initiate the contact. "Pet, what's wrong?"
He could hear the alarm in his voice. He tried to stop the rising fear in himself. He did not like hearing his princess-- no, his pet-- so worried. Why did this bother him? She had done her job. He no longer required her. Yet he couldn't bear the idea of her being frightened.
They've caught me! They found Borgin's body... I'm so sorry, Tom. Oh, I don't know what they are going to do to me!
Tom's stomach writhed at the idea of Dumbledore's fools hurting Ginny. Why couldn't that silly girl have been more careful about her murders? Now she expected him to bail her out.
"What have they done with you, Pet?" Tom asked. He tried to so casual, dispassionate. He would not let her know he worried.
They've locked me in my room. They're summoning Dumbledore. Oh, Tom... I'm so, so sorry.
Tom could hear her crying, the sniffles filling his head. He frowned. Why did he want to offer comfort to her? It had been her own stupidity to get her in this mess. "Don't fret, Princess. I'll take care of everything. The house is under a Fidelius, right? Just cross the threshold and I'll be able to retrieve you."
He felt a surge of anger. Ginny was his. No one would forbid him from seeing her. It was not their right. "Can you stay calm until then, little one? I am loathed to hear you so hurt."
Ginny sniffled again. I suppose so. But what if Dumbledore starts asking me questions?
Tom smirked. "Tell him. We have nothing to hide. Once I get you out of the place, we'll run off. Then they will only see you when we want to be seen, when we're killing them."
Oh, Tom. I love you.
Tom shut his eyes tightly, a warmth spreading through his chest. Why did he enjoy hearing that? "I know you do. Hold tight, Pet. Everything will be all right."
The connection broke off. Tom packaged the clothing he found, including the gown for Ginny. Well, this was unexpected. He thought they still had a while before Dumbledore's idiots caught on to their plans. Oh well. He would find his pet and reclaim her. And he would kill anyone would got in his way.
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Ginny lay on her bed, her cheek resting against her arm. While she tried to be reassured by Tom's words, she could not get rid of her doubt. What if he didn't get to her in time? What if Dumbledore decided to kill her?
No, of course they wouldn't kill her. She was the baby daughter of Molly and Arthur. They would deny her betrayal until the end of the Earth. Still, doubt ate away at her.
"Ginevra?"
Ginny turned. Dumbledore stood in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. She laughed, lying back again. "So they send in the big man, huh? I feel special."
"Did you kill Borgin?" Dumbledore asked, his blue eyes lacking all of their usual merriment.
Ginny shut her eyes, yawning. "Not even going to bother with foreplay? Just going to dive right in?"
"Ginevra."
Licking her lips slowly, Ginny nodded. "Mmhmm. Yes I did."
Ginny felt the weight on the bed as Dumbledore sat near her feet. "And Luthor Lovegood?"
She waited before answering. The question hung in the air, tension mounting. A thrill shot through her as Dumbledore anticipation built up.
When she thought she could stand it no longer, Ginny whispered, "He was my favourite. The knife just slid so nicely through him."
"Where's the diary, Ginevra?" Dumbledore's voice was hard, unyielding. Ginny smiled. She had never heard such anger inside the usually magnanimous Headmaster.
It would be worth dying to be throttled by Dumbledore, just to see him lose his control. Ginny opened her eyes, her smile widening. "I told the others. The diary is gone."
"I somehow doubt that."
Ginny sat up, curling her hair around her finger. "I destroyed it. I was telling the truth."
Dumbledore shook his head, confused. "Why would you destroy it?"
Ginny crawled closer to Dumbledore, licking her lips. "I didn't need it any longer."
Dumbledore moved back, avoiding contact with Ginny. His eyes widened as he studied her. "What did you do, Ginevra?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Ginny laughed. "You know, I'm sick of being asked questions. I'd like to ask you some." She crawled closer, focused on Dumbledore's eyes. "Tell me... How does it feel to do nothing but fail? You failed me... You failed Sirius... James... Lily... Wormtail... Cedric... And you know it's just a matter of time before you fail Harry. Everyone you try to protect dies."
Digging his fingers into the sheets, Dumbledore's face plainly showed the war of emotions. "I haven't failed anyone."
"Then how do you explain what I've done?" Ginny asked, her voice harsh. "Someone failed me. You failed to notice for months what the diary was doing to me. It wasn't even you who figured it out. Then, when it was all done, everyone thought I was fine..."
"It was not my responsibility." Dumbledore's voice was strained. "You chose this path. And it you stay on it, you will pay the ultimate price."
"I am what I was made," Ginny hissed, "You never do anything yourself. The Wizarding World's great protector won't get his hands dirty. You leave it up to children and outcasts. Maybe at one time, there was hope for me. But you let that chance slip away. You were comfortable. It wasn't right in front of you, so it didn't exist."
Ginny slid closer, her lips a breath away from Dumbledore's. "I'm going to make sure you never forget what I became. Your dying thought will be how terribly you failed me." Her lips curled in a smile. "But first, I'm going to kill everyone you tried to protect. You are going to watch all of them die, and be unable to do a thing." Ginny pulled back. "No, my dear Albus, death is not the ultimate sacrifice. Lingering while everyone you love dies is. And you will experience it first hand."
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