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Face of War	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Voldemort/Ginny Views: 19603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N- So this is the end of Book Two in my Face Trilogy. I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far. I’m not sure when I will start posting on Book Three: Face of Death. Because I am forcing myself to finish open books before I start anything new. Next week I will be posting Moon Guard, but it will come on either Friday or Monday depending on when I can get a moment. As always a huge thanks to Eclectic Pet my awesome beta. Without her these stories would be a lot harder to read.

Kain- It is true that not all purebloods are bigots in this world. It is also true that you don’t need to be a pureblood to buy a slave. If your remember from my first book, half bloods, and what they call “part bloods” are also free and able to buy a muggle born if they so wish. The problem is that most people with a strong enough will to defy the government where also the losers of the war. These people are either, rebels in hiding, slaves themselves, dead, or worse. Then let's add in the fact that not everyone can afford slaves, and you may get the picture that there won’t be many that can actually do as you’re suggesting. That being said, there are plenty of those who will buy a muggle born as a servant and NOT actually mistreat them in any major way. They will use them as a work force, or cook, or maid, or whatever, and give them a decent place to sleep and plenty of food, but not freedom. I hope this helps. There is a book three, but you may have to wait for it a bit.
red demon- Yeah, I am sorry to say that you will have to wait till book three for that part… *ducks*

Daphne-
It felt like hours before Antonin walks back over to us with a grimace on his face. “You ladies can go back to your rooms. You won’t be permitted to leave the castle until further notice.” He says seriously looking between each of us. “For your protection of course.”
I nod before trying to get to my feet as gracefully as I can. “Does our Lord think the rebels will come after us?” I ask trying to seem unafraid for my own future.
“We don’t know. Would you like me to walk you down?” He asks looking more to me than Milly.
“Can I go find Adrian?” She asks softly, we were both worried for Ginny’s guard after not seeing them this whole time.
“The three Weasley's are being held in the dungeons, but the others should be around.”
“I don’t think they knew anything about this Lord Dolohov.” I tell him seriously as Millicent nods and heads off to find Adrian.
“I think you should worry less about them and more about yourself.” He answers before taking my arm and guiding me from the room.
“I know.” I say with a sigh shaking my head. “I just can’t turn off the part of me that likes to keep her business in order.”
“The good news on that front is that with both you and Lady Radcliff having the same story about the kidnapping, the Dark Lord believes she didn’t wish to leave.”
A bit of tension about that lifts and I nod.
“The bad news is she took some of his blood with her, so she’ll be punished when we find her.” He says shaking his head.
“If they’re smart they’ll hold her for ransom.” I tell him trying to think of all the ways they could get our Lady back.
“We both know they were trying to save her.” He says in a mocking tone.
“I think you’re right, but one can hope.” I tell him shaking my own head.
“In other bad news neither you nor young master Malfoy have her protection while she’s gone.” He says glancing down to me. “I’m not even sure you’ll have it once she returns, it may be part of her punishment.”
I bite the inside of my cheek to not show my fear on my face. “What is he going to do?” I ask more softly.
“I’m not sure yet, but if you agreed to marry me I could protect you.” He says lightly.
“Why would you still want that my Lord?” I asks shaking my head. “I hold no power at the moment and we can both agree that even when she does return that power will be greatly diminished.”
“You’ll fix that in time, and I know that given the chance you have a mind that will go places.” He says smirking down at me.
“And what about Draco?” I ask a bit more firmly.
“I think he’s in a much better position to protect himself than you are Miss Greengrass. The Dark Lord is without a mistress at the moment. How long before he turns to the pretty common girl? How long before he decides he could start punishing your Lady right now, simply by punishing you?”
I suddenly can’t breath as his words hit home. I stop in the middle of the hall and try to take in air. Shaking my head I try to deny this is what I’ve feared since Ginny was taken away.
“What did you say to her?!” Draco’s voice cuts through the air.
“I simply reminded Miss Greengrass that the only reason the Dark Lord stopped before is now no longer standing in his way.” Antonin says coldly.
“Daphne breathe.” Draco tells me and I feel his hands on my shoulders.
“Tell her I’ll be waiting for her answer. I’m staying in the guest rooms tonight, on the fourth floor. She has until I leave in the morning.”
“Daphne, I need you to take a breath.” Draco presses something into my hand. “You’re no longer defenseless.
I wrap my fingers around the familiar wand and let myself fall against his chest. I take a slow breath and shake my head.
“That’s it, and another.” He sooths running a hand up and down my back.
“I’m going to have to marry him.” I tell Draco softly. “It’s the only way.”
Draco wraps his arms around me fully and shakes his head. “Maybe if we got married.”
“The Dark Lord wouldn’t think twice about cuckolding you.” I remind him shaking my head. “He would make you thank him for the honor.”
He sighs and pulls me in more tightly. “You were thinking about him anyway.” He reminds me.
“When our power was more balanced. Now he’ll make demands if I go to him tonight.” I say and I feel Draco moving me back slowly towards our rooms.
“Anyway I thought you were courting Blaise’s cousin.” I say trying to take the focus off me. “That can still work out for us.”
“Yeah, she was here today, I was supposed to dance with her at Ginny’s wedding.” He says coldly. “I was going to purpose next week.”
“You should still purpose next week.” I tell him thinking being in a noble marriage would help to protect him a bit.
“Maybe you should go to Dolohov tonight.” Draco says bringing the conversation back to where I don’t want it.
“I’ll lose you.” I says ever so softly.
“Maybe you should go to him smelling like me.” He teases trying to comfort me in the only way he knows.
“Can I just get lost in you tonight?” I ask resting my head against his shoulder.
“For a little while.” He answers kissing the top of my head.
Luna-
“We should get something to eat.” Blaise says kissing my cheek as we walk through the front door.
I can see the worry all over him as he moves away to get the elves to make us dinner. We hadn’t planned to eat here, but for obviously reasons the reception was canceled.
“You could have told him who I am and keep yourself safe.” I say still standing by the front door. “You still could.” I add after a moment. “I don’t want you to get hurt over my crusades.”
He stops walking and just stands in the middle of the large front hall. His back is to me but I can still see the hurt that flairs in his colors in reaction to my words.
“Luna we’re both very aware of the fact that I’m not a good man.” He says turning slowly to look at me. “I’m a self-serving pureblood snob who’ll do just about anything to maintain my way of life.”
I look down frowning and shaking my head. It wasn’t what I’d been trying to say at all.
“But you’ve become a part of that way of life. I’ll lie, cheat, steal, and kill to keep you safe, to keep you with me.” He says and I hear his footsteps coming closer. “I think I’m in love with you oddly enough, and I think you already knew that. So why do you keep wanting to push me away? Do you not love me?”
I realize now that we’ve been on the tip of this conversation for a very long time.
“Would you rather I was him, all brave and selfless, and brash?” He asks and I can hear the hurt in his tone.
“No.” I say finally before he has a chance to go on. I look up into his almond shaped eyes and I see his love glowing hot as if it will not be denied. “No.” I repeat unsure for once exactly how to express how I’m feeling. “I keep pushing you away because I know how much of a danger I am to you. I’ll never be able to stop myself from trying to help those I feel need me.”
He sighs as if he already knew this and was resigning himself to the simple fact. “You know what?” He asks taking a step closer to me. “I can live with that. I know I have to, which is why I never turned you in. But I think sometime very soon the Dark Lord is going to find out exactly what you are. He’s going to discover exactly how useful you could be to him.”
I look down ashamed all of the sudden. “You don’t know how useful I could be in his hands.” I tell him shifting uncomfortably. “But I’d never use any of my abilities for his profit.”
“I know the uses of an oracle Luna.” He says his hands moving to my sides as he pulls me into a soft embrace. “I know what he could do with your prophecies. I know what he’d do to gain that knowledge.”
“And if that wasn’t my only skill?” I ask wanting to share everything, I am with this man, with my husband.
He sighs and shakes his head above me. “What else have you been keeping to yourself little dove?” He asks softly.
“The colors.” I say just as softly. “Their my last secret Blaise. With this you know me better than anyone else alive. I mean I’ve mentioned it to people before but no one really understands.”
“What do you mean by colors?” He asks turning my chin up so I have to look into his eyes.
“The colors around all living things. Most people can’t see them, but I see them without trying. They shift and move and change depending on how a person is and how they feel. I can tell when people feel love, hurt, or even hungry. Which you are all three at this moment.” I say with a soft smile. “You’re also a bit confused and slightly aroused, but I find you slightly aroused most of the time.”
“Only around you.” He says smiling down at me before taking my lips in a soft kiss. “Luna if you can really see people’s auras you’re a much more dangerous weapon than I thought. You could be very helpful to either side of this war.”
“I’m on my… I’m on our side.” I tell him with a frown. “I know we have different goals, but I also want to keep us safe.”
He takes in a deep breath. “We need to talk about this, really test it out.” He says obviously believing me without a bit of mocking. “Radcliff women are more of a treasure than I thought.”
I hide my face in his chest. “They’re also a lot more trouble than you thought.” I tell him playfully. “You’re not going to like it, but I do have to go soon.”
“What?!” He asks frowning as he looks down at me once again.
“The rebellion is expecting to meet up with Death in an hour or so.” I tell him shyly. “After everything I’ve done I want to be there.”
“Are you going to where Ginny is?” He asks with a frown.
“No.” I say knowing they’ll want to keep Ginny very hidden for now.
He lets out a little sigh of relief. “What possessed them to take her anyway? Do you know how dumb that was? How many people they may have sentenced to death today?”
I frown at that and shake my head. “They saved many of his prisoners today, why not her?” I ask frowning up at him.
“You should know better than most that things aren’t always so simple.” He tells me shaking his head. “At least tell me they plan to use her for the asset she is? She’s something the Dark Lord wants back very badly.”
“I don’t know their exact plans, but I don’t think Ron plans to use his sister as bait any time soon.” I say shaking my head.
“Oh, he’s taking the moral high ground after sacrificing her for their little plan today?” Blaise asks coldly. “You do understand I talk to Daphne and Draco, they’re my friends.”
I look down and frown as my own guilt over what happened to Ginny rises.
“You knew the whole time they were going to do that to her, just to save Potter?” He asks forcing me to look up at him.
“It’s my fault.” I tell him tightly. “I suggested it to them, but it wasn’t supposed to be like it was.” I say shaking my head. “But it was the only way to both keep her safe and help Harry to survive.”
Blaise shakes his head and laughs darkly. “I’m pretty sure whatever torture the Dark Lord would have come up with after she’d been with someone willingly, wouldn’t have been as bad as what happened to her.”
I frown at this thinking about his words and shaking my head. “We don’t know that for sure.” I tell him taking a step back. “I can’t change the past now.” I add feeling even more horrible if he’s right.
“No, you can’t.” He says stepping forward and taking me in his arms. “So do better next time.” He orders in a firm tone. His hand moves into my hair in a comforting manner and I rest myself against his chest once again. “Luna if you’re going to be Death, and fight against this world we live in, you’re going to have to keep the high ground, because if you don’t, then what’s the point?”
With that he pulls my head back and kisses me with such love and passion that I melt into him. The contact pushes all other thought from my head and I just let myself live in his lips. He pulls me against him and his hands start to explore in a way that says we’re going to make love right in the front hall.
Ginny-
I open my eyes slowly the rush of magic from the ritual having completely left my body while I was under. I feel tired and the closet like room I’m in is spinning ever so slowly. Daphne has warned me there would be backlash from the rite, but I was expecting to have it overshadowed by the games Tom would want to play with my body now that I was completely his.
The room I’m in comes into slow focus. I think it may actually be a closet I realize after a moment of looking around. There’s even a bar for hangers across the top. It’s then that I realize that I’m laying on a pile of clothes.
I sit up slowly as any quick movements make my stomach want to come out through my throat. I lay a cheek against the cool wall once I’m up and it makes the spinning slowly stop. With my world coming more into focus I decide I need to figure out what to do now.
“Ron?” I call wondering why I’m even locked in here. Maybe they think I’ll try to get away if I’d more freedom.
I think about that for a moment and move forward to try the door as I realized I hadn’t before. Locked as I thought. With a sigh I decide I really need someone’s attention.
“Ron?” I call again then shake my head and swallow. “Anyone? I really don’t want to puke in here. Can you take me to a loo?” I ask as my stomach starts to churn and the world starts spinning again.
When the door opens I look up into a face that I can’t help but smile. “Neville.” I say with a breath. “Am I in a closet?” I ask trying to make light of things.
He smiles down at me and helps me to my feet carefully. “We weren’t sure if you’d try to run or not.” He says as he gets me to my feet. “Bathroom is near by.”
I lean on him heavily as he shows me to a full bathroom then stands in the doorway unsurely. “Ron doesn’t want you left alone until he gets back.” He says looking embarrassed.
“No one trusts me, you shouldn’t.” I tell him as I kneel by the toilet and rest my head on the seat. “My wedding really messed up my… something.” I tell him before quickly turning my head and emptying my breakfast into the porcelain bowl.
Neville moves forward to grab my hair so I don’t get sick on it. “Dark arts have a way of doing that, but we’re going to find the counter-rite Ginny.” He tells me firmly.
“It’s a blood binding Neville.” I tell him shaking my head. “I’m not really sure death would release me.”
I couldn’t see my friends face from this angle but the silence spoke volumes. No one had told him exactly what kind of wedding was happening today.
“Well it means nothing if he can never get near you again.” He says finally kneeling down next to me.
I give him a half smile and shake my head. “You’re still very sweet Neville.” I tell him as I close my eyes, wanting the sickness to stop. “I didn’t realize it would be this bad. My body must really not like Dark magic.”
“I’m sorry we’d to let him do this to you. It was the only way we could think to save Harry.” My friend says sounding more than upset with himself.
“I wanted this.” I tell him softly closing my eyes. “This I wanted. This could have helped people.” I say knowing now it meant very little. When Tom got me back, he wouldn’t trust me with anything. I wouldn’t be surprised if I didn’t end up naked locked in his room for the rest of my life.
“You did help.” Neville says his hand softly caressing my face before he jerked back suddenly. “Ow!”
I open my eyes just in time to see an angry red mark on his hand. “Did I do that?” I ask remembering leaning on him to get here. “Did I hurt you before?” I add looking for any other wounds.
Neville looks down at the hand and shrugs. “No, it’s fine. Nothing happened before.” He promises as the mark starts to fade. “Maybe it’s skin to skin contact?” He questions thoughtfully.
“Just don’t touch me again.” I say not wanting to hurt anyone. I knew Tom was possessive, but this seems a bit extreme.
“You can’t go through the rest of your life with no one touching you.” Neville says with a deep frown.
“It’s probably only men.” I say thinking he wouldn’t have wanted to keep my maids from helping me dress.
“We’re going to fix this Ginny.” He tells me firmly as I hear other footsteps in the hall.
I look up to see Corner standing in the doorway with a few others standing behind him. I pull my legs up under me and push myself as far away from him as I can. Maybe Tom had other thoughts when he made me untouchable.
“You guys aren’t supposed to be in this hall.” Neville says firmly as he gets to his feet and puts himself between me and the door.
“Just came to see how our favorite little traitor was doing.” Corner says his eyes never leaving me.
“Do I need to report you?” My defender asks in a much harder tone than I’ve ever heard from Neville.
“We were under orders last time; we thought we could have a bit of real fun now that she’s our guest. Come on Neville, Ron isn’t here, we could always share.” He says with cold amusement.
I don’t really hear the rest at first as my head repeats his first words again and again. We were under orders… I hadn’t really wanted to believe it before now, maybe he was still trying to get under my skin.
“You were under no orders to brutalize her!” Neville says not really disagreeing that they had orders at all.
“I don’t see what the big deal is, we enjoyed our work.” Corner answers not seeming to notice the growing anger in Neville’s voice.
“Get out, all of you, now.” He says in a commanding tone that makes me look up at my friend’s back.
“You’re no fun. But you can’t watch her all the time.” The group says with a laugh as they walk away.
Neville looks back to me once he was sure they’d left. My eyes are glassing over without my permission and I feel my body shake.
“Is it true?” I ask trying to ignore the rising panic and need in me. I want Tom, I need him to wrap his arms around me and protect me from this.
Neville looks down obviously ashamed. “We didn’t want it to be like that, but it had to happen.” He says very softly. “If Voldemort had complete claim to you today, it would have killed Harry.”
“Why didn’t you ask, tell me what was going on? They could have told me!” I say feeling the panic jump.
“We talked about it, we thought it would be safer for you if Voldemort thought you weren’t willing.”
“We… You mean Ron. You and Ron ordered those men to rape me.” I say surprised that my voice doesn’t shake.
“The leaders decided.” He says looking ashamed. “We didn’t tell them to, it was only supposed to be Corner.”
“That doesn’t make it better!” I snap getting to my feet.
Daphne-
I look at the door to the guest room I know he should be staying in while at Hogwarts. It felt weird to be looking right into my future with a man that would once again have real power over me. I frown wondering if I’ll be able to live on the leash this man will surely try to place around my neck. I remind myself of the darker leash Ginny has worn and I knock on the door.
Dolohov opens the door with a smile on his lips. He knew I’d come I was sure, so the fact he was already in his nightclothes bothers me a bit.
“Lord Dolohov.” I say in as friendly of a voice as I can muster.
“Miss Greengrass.” He says back pleasantly, though in no ways moves out of the way to invite me in.
“I’m here to discuss your proposal.” I say cringing inwardly at how businesslike my voice sounds.
“How romantic.” He teases and finally steps out of the doorway to let me inside of his room. “What would you like to discuss exactly?” He asks as he closes the door.
I glance around the guest room seeing nothing very exciting to look at. Though in the back of my mind I feel like there’s something missing, but I can’t place what it is. There’s a beautifully made bed, with side table and lamp, a desk and even a private entrance to a small bathroom. I shrug off the feeling and look back at the other occupant.
“Exactly what would be expected of me in this marriage.” I tell him simply.
“Ah.” He starts before heading over and sitting on the end of the bed. “You will be my lover, partner, and mother to my heir.” He says casually. “That seems to me to be what wives are for.”
“That seems fair.” I say nodding to myself about to agree right there and then.
“Now I think what you’re really asking is what restrictions I’d like to place on your behavior.” He says with a knowing gleam. “Once our engagement is public you’ll stop this affair you have with the boy. You’ll move into my townhouse in London and start getting used to the idea of sleeping with me.” He says in a way that he obviously thinks is being kind. “I’m offering you a lot of protection now, this relationship won’t be nearly as balanced as it could have been once.”
“What if Ginny returns? My position will require for me to stay at the castle.” I point out as if the move is what will be really bothering me.
“If you regain your previous position before our wedding night than we can renegotiate or deal.” He says smugly. He doesn't think Ginny will be returning anytime soon. “If not I’ll get you a position in my department, I don’t want an idle useless wife.”
Well that was at least something we could agree on. I take a deep breath and nod. “I don’t wish to be idle.” I tell him honestly. “When would you like to ask for the Dark Lord’s blessing?” I ask knowing that he’s a noble and means it would be required.
“Out of respect for our Lord’s loss we should wait a few weeks, maybe a month.” He says thoughtfully.
“And if he decides to use me to punish Ginny before then?” I ask as my stomach clenches.
“If that happens then I’ll tell him privately about our arrangement.” He says as he if doesn’t see the problem.
I think it over for a long moment. I pace back and forth in the open area by the bed. The Dark Lord would respect one of his inner circle enough to not do something against his intended. I finally nod looking up to Dolohov.
“Okay. Than I agree to your proposal.” I tell him as I stop just in front of him.
“Good, we should have a drink on it.” He says sounding more than pleased with himself. “Sit down.” He says only seemly slightly commanding in his words.
I glance around for a place to sit when I realize what was missing from the room to begin with, chairs. I take a slow seat on the bed waiting for panic to set in over what he obviously wants from me tonight. When he comes back from the desk with teacups in hand I force another smile on my face.
“Maybe this isn’t a good idea.” I say as he sits down next to me.
“This is a perfect idea.” He says shaking his head while holding one of the cups out to me. “It’s a soothing blend I always drink it before bed.” He says almost kindly.
I take the tea wondering how I was going to get out of sleeping with him tonight. Taking a sip to give myself more time I smile at him and decide to wait for him to make any kind of move. He only smiles at me sipping his own tea in silence.
I frown looking around again. Why force me to sit on the bed if all he wants to do is drink tea? I take another sip and find the brew is rather calming after all. Maybe he just doesn’t like chairs?
After my third sip from the cup I feel his hand move to my back and I ready myself for panic once again.
“You have to know how I wish to seal this agreement of ours. It only makes sense to try each other out.” He points out logically.
I finish off the tea then and shake my head. “I think the old me would have been more than happy to comply with such a reasonably request.” I tell him as carefully as I can. “I just...” I start biting my lower lip as I try to think of the right words.
“You have let this fear get in your way for far too long.” He says gently as he finishes both our empty cups. “How do you feel right now? How is my touch affecting you?”
I look up at him in a sort of shock when I realize that I still feel perfectly relaxed. The panic I used to feel with strange men and even Blaise is nowhere to be found.
“I’m okay.” I admit with a half smile.
“So…” He starts brushing hair from my face. “Why not enjoy ourselves and seal our engagement? We can stop at any time, and I promise not to hurt you Daphne.” He says in a careful, almost loving way.
I look up at him with new eyes and I can’t help but smile. “I think I’d like that.” I tell him remembering the power I used to have in bed, wondering now if I could get that power back.
He gives me an answering smile before leaning in to really kiss me for the first time. He has to be one of the oldest men I’ve been with, but his mouth leaves nothing to be desired. I push him back taking control of the situation and making him lay down on the bed without breaking the kiss.
He surrenders to me, letting me move over him and taste every bit of skin I want. I find myself actually being aroused by his combination of power and submission. I roll my hips against his loins and feel his hardness between my legs.
There’s no panic or even anxiety in me as I ravage his mouth with mine. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to be this forward in bed I don’t wish to wait to take him. With a quick flick of my wand I vanish our clothes. Not a moment later I sheath myself onto him and cry out in ecstasy.
Yes, this power I’ve missed.
Luna-
I’m still feeling the warmth of his lips when I arrive in the set meeting place. Nic has been brewing all day to be ready for when the last of the ingredients was within our grasp. There a several young wizards standing around waiting to help when he needs, but mostly the older wizard ignores them. I watch the gold light around him slowly slip away as if he’s draining it into the potion itself. I have a guilty doubt about how safe it was for him to be brewing the dark concoction.
“This is Death.” Ron says and I notice him standing near me with Hermione next to him.
I can’t help but be glad we got her out when we did. She looks better than she did this morning, the freedom agreeing with her fierce spirit.
“It’s nice to finally meet you Miss Granger.” I say with a bow of my head.
“I don’t really trust people who hide behind a mask, and send little girls to deliver their messages.” She says coldly.
I see the anger in her and I can’t help but smile bitterly to myself. I’m finding it harder and harder to understand how these people can’t understand simple tactics. Hermione out of all people should know this. She’s the smartest woman I know.
“I wouldn’t be all that frightening to the Death Eaters and Voldemort if I was simply a man.” I tell her with a shrug. “And I don’t trust anyone here.” I add coldly. “As for calling Luna a little girl, you should really stop insulting people you obviously don’t understand.”
“She’s not even of age!” Hermione counters obviously angry and needing to take it out on someone. “And you all just left her there, in that pit of snakes!”
“Luna can take care of herself. I know for a fact she’s already home with her husband.”
“Another snake.” Ron says under his breath.
“That is not for me to say.” I tell them not wishing to seem too invested in my own life. “How much longer till the potion is done?” I ask trying to get them off the subject.
“A few more minutes until he can start to add the main ingredients.” Ron says uneasily.
“Who is sacrificing their flesh for the savior?” I ask looking around at the group of wizards.
“I’m going to.” Ron says bravely and I feel that little flop of attraction for him once again.
“I don’t think you should.” Hermione says looking thoughtful. “Why not Mr. Death?” She asks sneering at me.
“I don’t feel I count as one of Harry’s servants.” I tell her simply. “But you may.” I add since we were suggesting others.
“Maybe I will.” She snaps and stomps away from us.
“She’s just upset over decisions that got us to this point.” Ron says looking after her. “Of what happened to Ginny and using Dark magic to bring Harry back.”
I watch him for a moment as he looks at Hermione and I realize he never actually looked at me in the same way.
“War is hard, it’s dark and ugly. We just need to try and stay as true to ourselves as we can.” I say thinking about my role in all of this.
He takes a deep breath and looks down at his hand. “At least we could save them from that place.” He says obviously thinking about Ginny and Hermione.
“The two women you love the most.” I say not feeling as hurt as I thought I should.
“Yeah.” He agrees thoughtlessly and I can’t help but smile.
I was a warm spot to him when he lost the woman he really loved. I thought I’d feel angry or sad or something, but all I feel is happy that he has that love back.
Before I can think about it more the clearing darkens and the potion starts to glow. We move in closer. As we all settle around the large cauldron Nicolas picks up the box that now leaked a glowing mist of light from every crack and corner.
He opens it slowly and pours the light into the caldron. It has a fog like look to it but as it hits the crystal surface of the potion it sinks into the liquid and one can actually hear a soft thud as it hits the bottom of the vessel.
With that done Nic turns and picks up a large jar filled with white dust.
“Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!” He says opening the jar and emptying its contents onto the still surface. As the dust enters, it sends off sparks, making a hissing sound like droplets of water hitting a heated surface. When the last of the dust disappears the potions turns a vivid blue.
Nic then turns and picks up a long silver knife. Ron and several others in the group step forward holding their hands out. All of them willing to give this for Harry. I take out my wand so that I can heal whoever actually gives the flesh.
“Flesh of the servant, willingly given, you will revive your master!” The older man says firmly and brings the knife down on his own left hand letting it drop into the cauldron before anyone can react.
With a quick flick of my wand and a whispered spell the bleeding stops. Nic looks up at me with a nod as everyone stands in stunned silence. I realize then Nicolas was never planning to survive this night.
By the time any of us noticed the potion again it was a glowing red color. This seemed to satisfy Nic so I figured everything was still going as planned.
“Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe!” Nic says as he lifts the small vile that I’d given to Ginny earlier that day.
We all hold our breath as he pours the blood into the cauldron with everything else. As the last ingredient hits the surface the potion turned a brilliant blinding white. I alone watch as the last of Nic’s golden glow siphons off into the potion as well.
The old man stumbles back and a satisfied smile crosses his lips before he slumps to the ground.
Turning back to watch the potion I see the light turning a slow deep red before it stilled completely. I know everyone is still holding their breath as we wait for the potion to work. A vapor starts to leak from the cauldron surrounding us and shading everything around us from sight.
I feel tension around me rise, as a dark figure stands still hidden in the mist.
Ginny-
I smile as I shift on the familiar sheets of my bed. It was actually nice to know that my time with the rebellion had been some kind of weird dream. Maybe I was nervous about my upcoming wedding to Tom? I open my eyes slightly disoriented as I look around at the brightly lit tower room.
I sit up suddenly and shake my head trying to blink away the image of one of the boy’s dorms. This was Harry’s and my brother’s dorm when they’d gone to Hogwarts. Why was I here?
“I thought you’d consider this a safe place.” Riddle answers as he casually lays down next to me on the bed. “Don’t you like it?” He asks with a pout.
“I’m dreaming.” I say dumbly as I always do when I haven’t seen him for a while.
“No one here knows about me, or what I can do to you.” He whispers playfully in my ear. “You’re going to have to start being nicer to me again.”
“Was I ever nice to you?” I ask coldly as I slip away from him and out of Harry’s old bed.
“Oh I think there were times in our early days that you were very nice to me.” He says suggestively.
“Before I had any real knowledge or control of these dreams you force me into?” I ask shaking my head and refusing to play into his game.
“Oh…” he starts and in a flash, I find myself back in the bed. “You’ve never had any control here my sweet.” He says and I find myself tied down by ankles and wrists.
“What’s the point Riddle; I’ve already ruined all of your plans.” I tell him knowing that Tom will never take me back now.
“I’m nothing if not flexible.” He says as he softly strokes my neck. “And the point is that I think I deserve a taste of you on our wedding day.”
“I married Tom; you are a part of me.” I point out trying to pull my chin away.
“He’ll find you you know?” He asks before leaning down and kissing the neck I left open.
“I know, and then he’ll stick me in an even deeper hole and I’ll never see the light of day again.” I tell him as if he didn’t already know this.
“I don’t know about that. It depends on what you’re worth when he finds you. We’re still playing the game my sweet and I’m still here to help with that.”
“Oh I see, and what would you have me do now?” I ask with a deep frown.
“Become the princess of the rebellion once again. Show the people you really are fighting for them. Maybe even hook up with one of their leaders.” He tells me as he kisses his way down my shoulder.
It’s only then that I realize he’d taken away the nightgown I thought I’d been wearing a few moments ago.
“And that will help him to see my value once he takes me home?” I ask trying to keep my minds on the conversation rather than the feel of his lips. They felt so very much like Tom’s that it was a hard task. “Also you do realize the leader here is my brother?”
“When you go back to him willingly and on your own terms he’ll see that you’re making a statement to the whole empire.” He says simply then grins. “The Longbottom boy seems to be in a leadership role, and he’s always liked you.”
“Are you forgetting he got hurt by simply touching me?” I ask shaking my head and then all thought stopped for a moment as his lips wrapped around my nipple.
“That is a problem. Something we can deal with later.” He says and there’s a knowing smirk on his lips.
“What am I missing?” I gasp as his finger starts to trail down my stomach.
“I think it’s time you found out.” He says happily before I wake with a start.
I sit up in the closet to the sound of angry voices just outside my door. I can’t really understand what they’re saying and I’ve a feeling they’ve cast some kind of muffling charm on my small cell.
When the door is suddenly yanked open, I find myself blinking up into the most beautiful green eyes I’ve ever seen. Looking up into his face makes my heart stop as the obvious anger in the expression changes to one of pure joy.
“Harry.” I say in a quivering tone and a moment later he’s down on the floor with me taking my lips into a passion-filled kiss. His arms wrap around me protectively and I melt into the safety of his arms.
“I’m sorry, you were my first thought.” He says in a low voice when his lips momentarily break from mine. “I needed to know this is all real.” He tells me and helps me to my feet. All the while kissing me again and again and again.
I can’t help but to respond to his every touch. I shake in his arms, as what I’ve wanted for so long is finally real.
“How?” I ask suddenly realizing I may have lost someone tonight while gaining him.
“I’m taking her to my room.” He says without answering me. I can hear the anger in his voice as he speaks to them. I get a brief glance to those in the hall before firm strong hands pull me away.
The view I have of the hall is a jumbled mess as Harry pulls be along quickly. He only lets go when we finally make it into one of the rooms. He quickly locks and wards the door behind us finally giving me time to look around.
The room is small, only about four times the size of my closet. It’s scattered with papers and reports, old quills and random clothes. It looks much too well lived in to be Harry’s room alone and I wonder who gave up their room to him so easily.
Walking over to the tiny desk I look down to find the Marauder's map. The first thing I note is that Lord Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy are in the headmaster’s office. Tom’s alive? The relief that floods me is expected, but also makes me feel very dirty all of the sudden. How could I really be in love with Tom if Harry is also alive?
When the latter kisses the side of my throat I let out a soft purr before suddenly looking away to look back at him.
“Did that hurt?” I ask as I suddenly remember Neville’s reaction to simply touching me.
“No?” He says sounding confused by the very question. “Should it have?” He asks with a frown.
“They must have told you about the wedding?” I ask blushing as I realize I’m still wearing the dress.
“No one had to tell me. That’s something I remember about being trapped with him.” Harry tells me with a frown.
He takes a step forward and cups the side of my face in his hand. I close my eyes pressing into his skin. Tom may be inside of Harry’s old body, but they’re still so very different, they even smell different.
He sighs and kisses the end of my nose. “We’re even more connected him and I. If you’re saying he put some kind of ward in that ritual, than more than likely the magic thinks we are the same person.”
“How?” I ask again opening my eyes to look up into his perfect face.
“Blood, bone, and flesh.” He says a bit bitterly. “The blood you took from Voldemort was used to give me a new body. It’s the same potion he used to return my fourth year.” He tells me as he rests his head against mine. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad to be back, but I didn’t want anyone getting hurt for me.”
“I’m sure it was worth it. There are so many that see you as a symbol of hope Harry. While you were gone there’s been very little of that in this world.”
“They raped you Ginny. That’s too high a price for this. They should have let me die.” He tells me firmly.
My stomach turns and I take another step back, this time my knees hit the small bed and I suddenly find myself sitting.
“Someone told you.” I say looking to my knees.
“Voldemort showed me every image he took out of your mind.” He says quickly sitting down next to me. “I questioned them about it the moment I could think. They did it for me Ginny.” He says sounding disgusted. They did it so I wouldn’t be destroyed during that ritual that happened today.”
“Oh.” Is all I can think to say to this new information. “At least something good came out of it.” I tell him and rest my head on his shoulder.
He frowns and suddenly pulls me into his lap. He holds me there as if he’s trying to keep me safe from my past.
“While I was trapped you were my only source of hope Ginny.” He says pushing hair from my neck and kissing me skin. “I want to wash away every bad thing that’s ever been done to you.” He tells me his hand playing with my zipper.
Suddenly the image of Riddle teasing me on Harry’s bed flashes unwelcome through my mind, but instead of making me jerk away the thought fills me with a need for Harry.
I take his lips in a new kiss to show him how much I want him. I know this is Riddle’s doing, but I need this comfort in my life, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get another chance to be with Harry in this way.
We strip each other in a sudden mad rush and I know he wants the same thing as I do. When we move fully onto the bed Harry move me and smiles down at me, his green eyes nearly glowing.
“You’re my lioness now Ginny.” He says claiming the pet name Tom used so many times.
He takes my wrists in his hands holding them almost painfully tight as our bodies move together in the oldest kind of dance. He’s dominate in his every move and I easily submit under him. As we come together he pushes all other thoughts from my head. I know now I can survive in the arms of one of the men that I love.
The End
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