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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: Ginny continues her work for Tom, while Severus makes a startling discovery

Author's Notes: Thanks to Pablo for the beta. Lyrics in the chapter title from "Smells like Teen Spirit" by Kurt Cobain.
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.
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v. 'She's overboard and self-assured.'

Ginny lay on her bed, trying to suss out the warring emotions inside of her.
One part of her was feeling absolutely fantastic. In the next bed, Luna was sobbing and whimpering. Hermione was trying to comfort the girl, telling her that they would find whoever killed her father.
For all of Luna's talk about 'the other side', she cried jus any any other pathetic moron who had lost a loved one. It was very fulfilling for Ginny to know she had caused that. It had been so simple to do, but the murder of Luthor Lovegood just kept on rewarding her.
The other part was a twisted ball of fear and anger. She was still trapped inside Grimmauld Place. Molly had said in no uncertain terms that she was forbidden to leave.
At least Tom hadn't tried to contact her. That meant he was doing all right by himself for now. Yet still, she wanted him to need her. She had spent five years apart from him. That was enough time. She wanted to be by his side. That was the only place she was happy.
Since dwelling on Tom was only making her more upset, Ginny decided to focus on Luna. There were so few things to bring her joy in Grimmauld Place, she might as well focus on what did make her happy.
"How could someone do that?" Luna asked, her normally dreamy voice very harsh and ragged.
"Whoever did this... is evil," Hermione whispered, her teeth gritted, hugging Luna's shoulders. "We're going to find the Death Eater who did this, and we'll make them pay."
Well, that was rather mean-spirited. Ginny didn't think of herself like that at all. She was Tom Marvolo Riddle's servant, not some pathetic Death Eater like Lucius Malfoy or Peter Pettigrew. She wanted some distinction.
"Ginny?" Hermione said gently.
"Huh?" Ginny sat up. "Yeah?"
Hermione patted Luna's shoulder comfortingly. "Do you have something to say?"
Ginny blinked. "Umm... Nope."
Hermione's jaw dropped. She hugged Luna tighter. "Ginny! You could be a little more comforting."
"I don't know what to say," Ginny said, completely honest. She didn't know what to say, other than 'he died very well. Very little struggling. And it was for a most noble cause.'
Ginny was spared having to find something to say when Ron burst in, wearing his pyjamas. "Hermione, can you go stay with Harry for the night? Ah, look who I'm asking..." He shook his head.
Hermione got up, nodding. "All right. Take care, Luna."
Hermione left quietly before Ron turned on Ginny. "All right, you. Sod off."
"Sod off?" Ginny goggled at Ron. How dare he speak to her that way! Who did he think he was?
Oh. Right. He was the elder brother of Ginevra Molly Weasley. He didn't know she had killed two people in the last day. He didn't know that Tom Marvolo Riddle had allowed her to be his servant.
"Why should I go?" Ginny said indignantly. "It so happens I'm supposed to stay in my room. I can't just leave because you want to shag Luna."
Ron grabbed Ginny by the collar, hauling her out the door. "Don't be an insensitive twit! I want to talk to my girlfriend alone about the murder of her father. Now slag off!"
The door slammed in Ginny's face. She scowled, glaring at it. Well, where the hell was she supposed to sleep now?
Pet? Can you hear me? Tom's voice filled Ginny's head.
She broke into a smile. Yes, Tom... Pet? What happened to 'Little One'?
You're not so little anymore. Can you get out, Pet? I need some more energy.
I think so. I'll try. It looked like she wouldn't need to find somewhere to sleep after all.
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Lying back, nestled between the green sheets, Severus put his hands behind his head. He took the opportunity to enjoy the luxurious feel of the soft bed.
Severus' own bed was hard and unyielding; the wool sheets were scratchy against his skin, but durable and warm in the dank dungeons. They also fit his modest professor's salary. Unlike the owner of this bed, Severus did not come into money upon his parents' death. All he had inherited was his father's gambling debt and his mother's needlepoint.
Lucius strode to his desk stark naked, his pallid skin rosy from exertion. "Well, that was entertaining." He brushed his long hair out of his face, the usually impeccable white-blond locks damp with sweat and rumpled by the activity. He uncorked the cognac, pouring a generous amount of the amber liquid into two tulip glasses. He picked up the glasses, striding back to the bed and holding one out to Severus. "Are you sure you do not want me to summon Martja? Narcissa will be out for hours."
Severus brought the glass to his nose, taking a sniff before sipping it. He let the strong taste slide over his tongue as he shook his head. "Thank you, but no. I have little interest in violating a Gypsy girl young enough to be one of my students."
"What bothers you about it, Severus?" Lucius asked teasingly, a smirk dominating his features. "Her heritage, her age or her gender?"
"I am just a tad more discerning than you, Lucius." Severus' eyes narrowed, challenging his lover to respond. "I will not lie with just anyone who will say yes."
"Come now, Severus..." Lucius' leer grew. "Since when did they have to say yes?"
Severus scowled. Having to share Lucius with Narcissa was bad enough. He hated the idea of him tramping around with half the wizarding world-- willing or no.
He was jolted out of his reverie when he noticed a red patch on Lucius' shoulder. How had he missed that earlier? Oh yes, because his back was to Lucius. He slid his thumb over the blemish. "What happened? I don't remember the Dark Lord stabbing you."
"It wasn't the Dark Lord." Lucius looked down at the mark. "It's a funny story, actually. Guess who gave that to me?"
"Narcissa?" Severus guessed, leaning back in the bed.
Lucius shook his head, sipping his drink. "One Miss Ginevra Weasley."
rus rus sat bolt upright, spilling his cognac in on the sheets. "What?"
Lucius scowled, pulling at the now damp sheets. He shook his head. "Thank you so much, Severus. You know that was a very expensive vintage, not to mention Egyptian cotton sheets."
Severus didn't notice Lucius' ranting about the spill. He had risen from the bed, tugging his trousers on. "What do you mean Ginevra Weasley? How-- why-- was Miss Weasley in an opportune position to stab you in the shoulder?"
"Why are you in such a snit?" Lucius asked, raising a brow. "It was just a little stab. Not like I haven't been wounded there before. She's not even the first sixteen-year-old female to stab me there."
Severus' black eyes were alight with fury. How could Lucius be taking this so calmly? He tugged his shirt on. "You seem to be missing the point, Lucius." Severus balled his fists. He needed to calm himself down, lest he let Lucius discover his loyalties to Albus and the Order. "It just seems very peculiar that Ginny Weasley should be stabbing you."
"She came by the other day," Lucius commented. He was as cool as ever, conversational even. "She wanted the diary."
"The diary?" Severus repeated, unable to get the sharp tone out of his voice.
"Yes." Lucius got off the bed and rang a bell. A young, dark-haired woman ran in, pulling the sheets off the bed. He was unfazed by either Severus' reaction or being nude before the woman young enough to be his daughter. "You remember, don't you? The Dark Lord's diary?"
"I remember it!" Severus snapped. "Why did Ginny Weasley want the diary?"
Lucius shrugged, sipping his cognac again. "You know, I didn't bother to find out. The diary's completely useless. I tried using it when Potter returned it to me. Considering she seemed so adamant, I thought it was best just to let her have the old thing. Why are you getting so wound up?"
Severus took a deep, steadying breath. "I merely find it unsettling that Arthur Weasley's daughter should wish to have something that nearly killed her. I don't like unsettling." He pu on on his outer robes. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I've lingered too long. Give my best to Narcissa."
"Of course." Lucius watched Severus stride to the door. "Do you believe I should alert the Dark Lord?"
Severus paused in the doorway, turning slowly back to Lucius. "Not yet. Let me gather some more information."
Lucius furrowed his brow. "You don't really think she is a threat?"
"Yes, I do." Severus turned, grimacing. "I'm just not sure to whom yet."
****
Tom wasn't jealous.
Watching Ginny strut up and down Knockturn Alley, scoping out potential men to lure away to an alley had absolutely no effect on him at all.
He couldn't care less that he was hidden in the shadows, watching her stalk around, her pale, shapely legs exposed, robes hiked up to her thighs.
He didn't care that her blouse was unbuttoned enough to show off her cleavage.
What had happened to that innocent girl he was so willing to destroy five years ago? There was no trace of her in this seductive little strumpet.
Not that Tom cared. He was just wondering. It was fascinating how such a short amount of time could yield so many changes.
Ginny had attracted a wizard in bloodstained clothing. Sometimes the denizens of Knockturn Alley surprised even Tom. The wizard approached her slowly, leering. He held out a handful of Galleons to her.
Ginny smiled coquettishly, grabbing the wizard by the collar. She pulled him into the alley near where Tom stood.
Tom didn't care that Ginny was pressed against the wizard. Every curve of her body moulded to his form.
Ginny cooed to the wizard so softly Tom could not hear the words she whispered. This was probably a blessing. He couldn't compromise the situation.
Not that he cared.
Ginny pressed her mouth to the bloodstained wizard's. Tom felt the thrill of power as the veins around his mouth blackened, the Basilisk poison creating a spider web pattern across his pale flesh.
Tom hissed, gripping the wall. With every life Ginny took, he could feel his power grow. He would soon be alive-- his heart would beat and he would breath in the sweet air of the here and now.
Ginny dropped the corpse, wiping her mouth on the back on her hand. She shuddered. "Ugh. That never stops being vile."
Tom held out his hand, his eyes sparkling as her warm flesh made contact with his. "You know, I do not believe that. I think you quenjoenjoy the thrill of killing another human."
Ginny grinned. "Oh, that's the one part I do like. Knowing that their existence is decided by me. That if I wanted to, I could let them go. That whatever they do, I am the last thing they will ever think about." She wrinkled her nose. "I could do without the kissing though. I hardly think they're worthy of touching my mouth."
Tom brought his hand to her mouth, running his thumb over her lower lip. "They aren't, my pet."
Maybe he cared a bit.
Watching the rabble think they had some claim over his pet was revolting. Ginny was his to do with as he pleased, not theirs.
He welcomed their deaths, not only as it brought him closer to freedom, but it brought destruction to those who dared get out of place.
Perhaps he needed to get a collar for Ginny's lovely neck. He knew he had possession of her soul, her mind, her heart, but no one could see that. He needed to brand her as his property.
"You should return to..." Tom furrowed his brow. "Where are you staying, my pet?"
Ginny lowered her head. "I can't tell you that, Tom."
Tom's hardened gaze narrowed on Ginny. "I thought I made it abundantly clear you can tell me anything."
She looked up, fear and apprehension marring her features. "No, I physically can't. There is a Fidelius Charm on it."
"Ah." Tom nodded. "Of course. Dumbledore wishes to protect his great army. Perhaps you shouldn't leave yet."
"Really?" Ginny's eyes brightened. "I can stay with you?"
Tom smiled, stroking her hair. "At least until you have told me everything you know about Dumbledore and his Order. It is not just my elder self I must contend with. They will also want to destroy me."
"I will let no one hurt you," Ginny said fiercely.
Tom tugged her along towards Borgin and Burkes. "I admire your resolve, pet. However, I think we should discuss our potential enemies."
They entered the dingy shop. Tom grabbed Ginny by the waist, lifting her up onto the counter. He ran his hands up her bare legs, staring into her eyes. "I need to know of Dumbledore allies. Ones who have power, who are a real threat." He ran his hand up further, feeling the heat beneath her robes. She was so much warmer than he was. "Tell me of Potter."
Ginny unravelled the story, from the moment Potter had stabbed the diary, until Tom's revival. Tom nodded, rubbing his fingers over Ginny's thigh. "So... If we are to defeat Potter, we do not attack him directly."
"Why not?" Ginny whined, grabbing his hand. "He tried to kill you."
Tom chuckled, shaking his head. "There is more than one way to kill a person. All of the attempts to kill Potter have ended in the destruction of the attacker. Better to break his spirit than his body." He wrapped his hands around Ginny's ankles, tugging her closer so he nestled between her thighs. "My counterpart was on the right track, trying to lure Sirius Black out of his hiding place. Black. Granger. Your brother, Ronald. These are the people we must destroy to break Potter."
Ginny's body tensed, Tom could feel it against him. "You want me to kill Ron?"
"Oh, it's too early in the relationship to ask you to do that." Tom leaned in, pressing a kiss to Ginny's forehead. "The last thing I wish to do is overwhelm you. I do not expect you to murder a member of your family. Not until you're ready for that. You have done quite enough for me for now."
"Really?" Ginny whispered.
Tom nodded, running a thumb over her red cheeks. "Yes. From what you have told me of the Death Eaters, my counterpart would be lucky to have you in his service. It is my good fortune you're my servant."
"Your servant?" Ginny murmured.
Tom nodded again. "Yes. My most loyal servant. When I become Lord and Master, you will be rewarded greater than any other."
Ginny bit her lower lip, her cheeks going redder. "I was hoping... I could be more than just your servant."
Tom quirked a brow. His pet was certainly a Gryffindor. It took a lot of bravery to contradict one of his statements. "Just what do you wish to be?"
"I want you to break me," Ginny murmured.
Tom stroked her hot cheek. "But my pet, you have not proven to be that unmanageable."
"Oh..." Ginny looked down. "That's not what I meant. I mean, break me as in..."
Tom blinked, understanding. He could not believe, with her seductive mannerisms, that she was virgin territory. He had to admit, it was tempting to just pushed her down and strip her of her innocence right there on the store counter. Ginny was quite beautiful and he had the normal appetites of a sixteen-year-old. But his strength still waned. He would not be able to fully appreciate sensations until Ginny had drained more power for him. Tom twisted Ginny's hair around his fingers, tugging hard. "My pet, you are stepping out of line. Believe me, I will take what I want when I want it."
Ginny gasped and Tom let go of her. He gave her a smile, patting her on the head. "Now, go. I will call on you again. Mind your mother's instructions. Your petulance against Dumbledore's fools is adorable, but uncalled for. They might suspect something is wrong if you keep it up. We are lucky that so far they mistake it for teenaged rebellion."
Ginny hopped off the counter, going to the door. She turned, giving him a smile. "You know, Tom... I've never been this happy."
Tom smiled back. "Well, that is lucky for me."
Ginny still did not understand what she was getting herself into. He would not rule Ginny through fear, but through affection. Servants run by fear would rebel as soon as the opportunity presented itself. Servants ruled by love could be led to hell and back, with a smile on their face the entire time.
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