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Title: Lady Darkness

Author: Emcee
and rain

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Tom and Ginny enjoy being back together, while Sirius
discusses the situation with two old friends.

Author's Notes: Thanks to Pablo for the beta. Lyrics in the
chapter title from "Anarchy in the UK" by the Sex Pistols.

Disclaimer: "Harry Potter" and the characters, places and things related
to it do not belong to me. They are from the brilliant mind of JK Rowling. They
belong to her and her publishers. I am not making any profit from this fan fiction.

****
xii. 'Don't know what I want but I know how to get it.'

Ginny and Tom reappeared in Borgin and Burkes. Tom loosened his grip on the
Portkey, letting it fall to the floor with a dull clatter. As he stared down
at Ginny, he couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face.

She had done it. She had gotten herself out of captivity. He wasn't sure she
would be able to, but she did.

"Princess!" Tom encircled her waist, lifting her up and spinning her
around. "You did a wonderful job!"

Ginny shrieked, wrapping her arms around Tom's neck. "I just had to get
back to you. I would have died there."

Tom lowered Ginny back to the floor, keeping her crushed against him. Her form
was comforting against his. He buried his face in her neck, breathing in her
scent. "You're safe with me, Princess. I won't let them touch you ever
again."

After enjoying her for a moment, he pulled away. He straightened up, putting
his emotions in check. "All right. I think we should leave here. Now that
the Order knows I am alive and Borgin is dead, I'm sure they will look here.
We must find other--" Tom furrowed his brow, taking Ginny's hands. "Your
hands."

Ginny blushed as Tom examined her worn and bloody fingers. "I was trying
to get out. I was scratching at the window."

Tom didn't know what compelled him, but he couldn't stop the impulse. He bowed
his head, laving his tongue across Ginny's fingers. The coppery taste of her
blood flooded his mouth. Ginny tried to pull her hands away, but he held fast.
He smirked. "Where do you think you're going, princess?"

He continued with his ministrations, kissing her injured digits. Her mewl of
pleasure spurred him to proceed. He swirled his tongue around the tip of her
middle finger, sliding it into his mouth. He sucked the last remnants of blood
off.

Ginny gasped. Tom could feel her muscles tighten. "Tom!"

He dropped her hands, crushing his lips to hers. He savagely plundered her mouth
with his tongue, urging her to taste the blood in his mouth. He growled low
in his throat as he pulled away. "Feeling better now?"

Mutely, Ginny nodded. Tom carded his fingers through her hair. "Good. Now
let's get moving."

Ginny headed to the door. "Before we leave Diagon Alley, I should go to
Ollivander's. The Order stole my wand. This is Bill's."

Tom grabbed her wrist. "It will have to do. Can't go to Ollivander's."

Ginny frowned. "Why?"

"I killed him." Tom replied flippantly. He tugged on Ginny's hand.
"Come. I've collected everything that may be of use to us. There's a cloak
on the counter for you. Wear it with the hood up. If you family is looking for
you, I don't want them to find you."

Ginny picked up the cloak while Tom grabbed the ratty trunk in the corner. Tom
turned to Ginny, watching her put on the green cloak, obscuring her hair and
face with the hood. He held out his hand to her. "Right, then. Let's go."

Tom smiled when Ginny threaded her fingers with his. He squeezed her hand tightly.
"Um, Tom?" Ginny's voice was a low whisper. "Where are we going?"

Shrugging, smiled at her. "Does it matter?"

Ginny smiled back. "I suppose not. Just as long as we're together."

Tom said nothing, but inside, he knew he agreed with her. However it had happened,
he was unable to be without her now. She was a part of him. He drew her close,
letting go of her hand to snake an arm around her waist. He tried to make out
her features under her hood. "Princess..." He tightened his grip on
her. "You realise you can never go back now, don't you? Your family, your
life... It's all over."

Ginny nodded. "I know. I made my choice. I made the right choice."

Tom grinned. He leaned in and kissed Ginny deeply. He nuzzled her cheek with
his nose briefly. "That's my girl."

Normally when confronted with any sort of emotion, Tom would ignore it and act
cold. The only time he acted affectionate was when he didn't feel anything inside.
Truly exposing himself was dangerous and he felt it unnecessary. Yet when in
the presence of Ginny, he couldn't help it.

He really did care if she regretted her decision. Oh, he would have killed her
if she did, but he didn't want her to feel pain. He didn't want her as his servant.
He wanted her to love him. Not for her blind devotion, but because...

He didn't know why. He just knew he wanted it. He wanted her to desire him beyond
everything else in the world. He needed to be the only thing in her heart.

"So are we going to leave?" Ginny bounced on the balls of her feet.

Tom nodded. "Yes. Of course. Apophis?"

The snake raised its head. Tom smiled down at the serpent. "Come along.
We're finding a new home."

Apophis slithered to Tom's side. "Master, I am glad the lady is back.
She is soft and warm."

Tom tightened his grip on Ginny. "Yes, she is."

"What are you saying?" Ginny asked, leaning against Tom's shoulder.

"Apophis is glad you are back." Tom pulled Ginny along with him. "Come.
It's getting late and you look exhausted. When was the last time you slept?"

Ginny shrugged. "I can't really remember. It was a few days ago."

Tom squeezed her hip gently. "Come on. You took care of me. Now I'm going
to take care of you."

****
Sirius had a cramp in his back from sitting beside Remus' bed for so long.
His mind was growing fuzzy. It had been so long since he had let himself sleep.

He couldn't believe what had happened in the last few days. Remus had nearly
been killed. He was nearly killed by someone they trusted, someone who knew
their secrets.

Ginny was going to die for this. No one hurt his friends and got away with it.
Not even a girl like Ginny.

"You know." Yuki put a hand on his shoulder. "A watched werewolf
never wakes."

Sirius looked up, frowning. It was nice to see Yuki. It always was. But he knew
what she wanted him to do. "

"I'm not leaving him." Sirius shook his head. "He might need
me."

Yuki sat down next to Sirius. She took his hand, squeezing it tightly. Sirius
squeezed back, comforted by her presence. "What if he doesn't get better?"

Yuki shook her head. "I've known Lupin almost as long as you have. I know
he's a survivor. You should know that too."

"But what if--"

Yuki placed a finger on Sirius' lips, cutting him off. Her brown eyes stared
into him. "He wouldn't want you to grieve for him. Especially since he's
not dead yet."

"What are you doing back here, anyway?" Sirius asked, moving her hand.
"I thought you were all out looking for Ginny."

"I came back to try and convince you to sleep." She shook her head
sadly. "We're not going to find her. She doesn't want to be found."

"The rest of them don't believe that," Sirius replied, leaning back
in his chair. "They're going to look for her until they drop."

"I haven't known her that long." Yuki sighed. "I reckon I've
spent as much time with the corpses she's left as I have her. I can't even imagine
how Molly and Arthur must feel."

"Harry's in, right?" Sirius felt a stab of worry at the thought of
his godson. If Riddle was alive and there was now two Voldemorts, he didn't
want Harry wandering the streets.

Yuki nodded. "Yeah. He, Miss Granger and Miss Lovegood are pining Mr Weasley
down, if I'm not mistaken. He's quite concerned about his sister."

Sirius nodded, his chest feeling tight. He wasn't looking forward to seeing
the changes in Harry and Ron's relationship. Emmeline had told him how they
fought over Ginny's innocence. If Ron did not come to grips with her betrayal,
it would drive an irreparable wedge between them. "This isn't going to
end well."

"We'll deal." Yuki leaned in. "We always do." She gave Sirius
a light kiss on the cheek.

"So I go into a coma and you decide to snog next to my bed?"

Sirius jerked away from Yuki, turning to Remus. Though his voice was hoarse,
there was a teasing tone to it. "Moony!"

"You didn't think--" Remus tried to sit up, groaning. He rethought
it, settling back down. "--A little silver would do me in, did you?"

"Wasn't sure," Sirius got up, sitting on the bed beside Remus.

Yuki got up. She had always been good enough to know when to leave. "I'll
go get water."

Sirius nodded. "You do that-- How are you feeling, Remus?"

"Like I swallowed poison," Remus replied. He put a hand to his forehead.
"How long was I out?"

"About two days." Sirius looked him over, looking in his eyes to see
if he was focusing properly. "How do you feel, really?"

"I won't lie, I feel terrible. I won't snuff it though." Remus blinked.
He still looked very tired. "How did I get silver in my system? I don't
understand... I don't see how something like that could happen by accident."

Sirius felt the tightness in his chest return. "Actually... It wasn't an
accident. You were poisoned." He shifted in his seat. "By Ginny."

"Ginny?" Remus sat up straight. He groaned, falling back to the bed,
wincing. Sirius grabbed him, helping him up slowly. Remus leaned against the
headboard, his head lolling. "Why would Ginny poison me?"

"It's funny," Sirius laughed hollowly. "If you're anybody but
us. Turns out she's been trying to resurrect Riddle. And now she's succeeded.
Crazy bint's gone round the twist. Become his lover, from the looks of things."

Remus frowned deeply. He kept his head downcast. "She's always been like
this, hasn't she?"

"I don't know what you mean."

Remus looked up. His hazel eyes were sad. "I mean she never recovered from
being possessed. I... I knew she was different when I taught her in her second
year. She was always sad. She put on a good front, of course." He chuckled
weakly. "But then, I am a man who recognizes a good front. I've always
been a bit of an expert at it. I simply thought she was mourning the loss of
her innocence." He sighed. "But she was mourning the loss of Tom,
wasn't she?"

"You know I really don't know."

Yuki came back with a pitcher of water and a glass. She set it down on Remus'
nightstand. "Glad you're up, Lupin."

Remus offered Yuki a weak smile before she turned and left again. Sirius poured
Remus a glass of water, handing it to him. "I don't know Ginny's motives,
and really-- I don't care. I just want to kill her for what she's done to you."

Remus shook his head. "You can't kill Ginny, Sirius. You know that."

Sirius thrust the glass of water into Remus' hand. Some of the contents spilled
out onto the sheets. Sirius swore and got out his wand, drying up the liquid.
"Why can't I kill her? She tried to kill you first! And that's not all
she's done. She was the one who killed Luthor Lovegood."

"It doesn't matter," Remus brought the water to his lips, trying to
steady his shaking hand. "It's Ginny. Molly and Arthur's daughter. No matter
what she is now, they would never forgive you if you killed their baby."

"You know, I don't really give a shit who she is." Sirius growled.
"She's killed people. She would have killed you if we didn't get to you
in time. She's shagging Tom. Fucking. Riddle and they're probably off to join
Voldemort now. If I can get to her, I'll tear her limb from limb."

Remus sighed deeply. "I'm not happy about being poisoned either. But I
know... No matter what's happened to her, that doesn't change what she was.
Nothing will. Arthur and Molly are always going to see their sweet, innocent
daughter." Remus bowed his head again. "And that will probably get
them killed."

****
Ginny smoothed down her skirt, standing on the porch outside the dilapidated
manor. It had at one time been quite opulent, but the years had withered its
decadence away. She and Tom had been travelling all day, finally deciding upon
this address.

Tom wore the invisibility cloak filched from Borgin and Burkes. He stood beside
Ginny as she reached up to the silver snake knocker. She rapped it against the
door, clutching her clipboard tighter.

After a moment or two, the door swung open. A diminutive House-Elf answered.
"Yes?"

Ginny smiled sweetly. "I'm from the Ministry of Magic. I'm taking a census.
Is your master home?"

"Master is in the study. Bitsy is taking you to him." The house elf
turned, gesturing for Ginny to follow.

Ginny turned back to the seemingly empty space she knew Tom occupied and followed
the house elf.

The house elf led Ginny to a man huddled in front of a fire. He looked stern,
his face weathered. "And just who are you?"

"I'm Ginevra Weasley." Ginny held out her hand. "I'm taking census
for the Ministry of Magic."

"Not interested," the man grunted. "Bitsy, you're going to be
in trouble."

The House Elf began to beat her head against the table.

Ginny smiled. "Sir, it is rather necessary. It won't take long. You are
Fletcher Reece?"

Reece nodded. "Have been for seventy-one years."

Ginny put her quill to the clipboard, scribbling down nonsense. "And you
live here alone?"

Reece nodded. "Yep. No family. Wife died before we could have one."

Ginny grinned as Tom removed the invisibility cloak. "Brilliant."

"What?" Reece furrowed his brow. "What do you--"

"Avada Kedavra," Tom flicked his wand, yawning. He grinned as the
green light enveloped Reece. He went rigid, falling to the floor.

Tom kicked the body, frowning. "I went to school with him. Didn't like
him then either."

Ginny twirled around, looking over the study. The inside of the manor was much
nicer than the rundown outside. "It's a palace."

"I'm glad you approve." Tom snaked an arm around her waist, tugging
her close. "Only the best for us, Princess."

"Master!" Bitsy cried, running to Reece's corpse. "You is killed
Master!"

Tom pointed his wand at the elf. "Yes. We now own everything he did. Including
you. You go with the house. Whoever is master of the house is master of you.
Now go fetch my luggage and my snake. If you do not, I will let Apophis eat
you along with that corpse."

The house elf scrambled outside. Tom chuckled, turning his attention back to
Ginny. "Would you care to explore our new home?"

Ginny nodded, pressing herself against him. She licked her lips. She had never
seen Tom kill before and it was thrilling. Now that she was back with her lord,
she wanted to enjoy it. "I want to explore the bed."

Tom smirked, picking up Ginny easily. "I can't see why I would refuse such
a request."

Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck, taking his mouth hungrily. She had been
eager to enjoy his attentions properly, not against the wall of Borgin and Burkes,
not when he was so frantic for satisfaction.

Tom carried her out of the study, up the stairs. He kicked the largest set of
doors at the top of the stairs open. The room was dimly lit with only a few
candles, melted nearly all the way down. The bed was draped in ratty green hanging
in dire need of repair. The house elf had already placed Tom's trunk at the
foot of the bed. Tom smiled at Ginny, setting her down on the bed. She frowned
when he didn't join her. Instead he went to the trunk.

Crawling to the end of the bed, Ginny watched him, curious. "What are you
doing?"

Tom pulled a black dress from trunk. He smoothed it out with his hand then held
it out to Ginny. "Put this on."

Ginny furrowed her brow, reaching out. The dress was quite lovely. It was nicer
than anything she had ever worn before. "I don't understand..."

"What's to understand?" Tom pushed the dress into her hands. He sprawled
on the bed, his gaze locked on her. "Put it on. I want to see you."

Ginny knew better than to contradict Tom. She set the dress down and began to
unbutton her jumper. She could feel the heat in her cheeks as she reached the
bottom. She pulled the blue knitted monstrosity off. She hesitated. "I
feel weird about this, Tom. I'm a bit embarrassed about you watching me."

Tom rolled his eyes. "It's a little off to be nervous around a man who's
penetrated you, Pet. Now keep going."

Ginny gripped the edge of her skirt, letting it slide down her legs, pooling
at her feet. She stepped out of it, kicking it away. She wasn't wearing knickers.
The pair she had been wearing had been ripped in their last encounter. She smiled,
reaching for the dress. "Is this what you want?"

Tom shook his head. "All of it." His voice was raspy. "Brassiere
too."

Ginny's blush deepened. "Why?"

"Because I said so." Tom hesitated a moment. "... Because I don't
know how to get that infernal thing off."

Ginny smiled, reaching for the clasp of her bra. She unhooked it, letting it
fall to the floor. "Now I put on the dress?"

Tom nodded. His eyes had grown dark. "Yes."

Ginny picked up the dress, sliding it on. The material was smooth against her
skin. She had never worn anything so exquisite before. Once it was on her body,
the bodice magically laced up. She gasped as she felt it hug her body tightly.

Tom rose, taking Ginny's hand. He led her to the full-length mirror. It had
a crack near its base. Tom turned Ginny to face the mirror. He stood behind
her, pushing her hair off her neck. He pressed his mouth to the crook of her
neck, laving his tongue over the faint teeth marks there. "Do you see yourself,
Princess?"

Ginny nodded, not sure what to say. She wanted Tom to take her, not to look
in the mirror at herself.

"Do you really?" Tom asked. "Or do you still see the silly little
girl who followed Potter around like a little puppy dog?"

Swallow hard, Ginny shut her eyes. "She's me. No matter how much I change,
I was her first."

Tom bit down gently, then moved his mouth to her ear, flicking the lobe. His
voice was like black velvet, dark and soft against her. "No. You're not.
What you were before... It was another girl. A shell you hid yourself in. I
need you to remember that." Tom whirled her around to face him. "You
are better than her."

Lifting her by the waist, Tom carried Ginny back to the bed. He laid her down,
her legs dangling over the edge. He knelt in front of her, sliding a hand up
the dark skirt. "You should see yourself from my place, Princess. You are
glorious."

Ginny gasped as she felt his hot mouth against her ankle. His hand caressed
her thigh as he slowly ascended, his mouth blazing a trail. He kissed every
centimetre up the inside of her leg, his tongue darting out to explore the flesh.
Ginny bit down on her lip, vainly attempting to keep her body from tensing.

Tom kept moving upwards, pushing the skirt up as he went. She felt heat pool
in her navel as his mouth teased the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. His
fingers idly combed through the tangle of curls on her mound.

Half of her wanted to beg him to continue, the other half wanted to snap her
legs shut. She still wasn't used to such touches. She shut her eyes tightly,
telling herself to trust in her lord. He wouldn't hurt her.

Then, he was there. The caress of his tongue across her sensitive clit ripped
a cry from her throat. She had of course touched it herself before, fantasizing
about him. Nothing compared to the reality. She had been worried, based on their
previous encounter, that he didn't know of its existence.

"Oh God!" Ginny moaned.

Tom growled, sliding his hand down to join his mouth in his manipulations. "Leave
him out of this."
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