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Face of Death	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Voldemort/Ginny Views: 5282 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ginny-
I wake the next morning, and it takes me a moment to remember where I am and what is going on. I lick my lips as I feel a bit groggy and I know something is off. I remember having some tea after I told Daphne not to give me the dreamless sleep potion she had brought with her. I made a promise to Riddle after all and I did use his power during the battle with Harry. But I didn’t have any dreams last night, and I groan as I realize she must have slipped some into the tea. I do hope he understands I didn’t do it on purpose.
“Daphne?” I ask wondering if I’m alone in my room.
“I’m here my Lady,” Draco says softly.
I try to turn to look at him, but with all the magically reinforced wrappings on my right side, I can hardly move anything at all. I look down at my arm instead, taking in the hardened green gauze covering much of my shoulder, and all of my arm and hand. I can still feel the pain, and I know nothing is any better. Fortunately, the continual numbing spells on the casts help manage it to a reasonable level.
“How are the plans turning out?” I ask wanting to know if they will make the deadline or give me a wand I can call my husband with myself.
“My Lady, please give us more time. The magical construction of something that can travel through Apparitions is complicated.” Draco says as he steps into my line of sight.
“So you won’t be making the deadline?” I ask feeling sure Daphne would have told him about my demand as I hold out my able hand for his wand.
“At least give us a full day my Lady.” He asks with a frown.
“Only if you keep your Healer away from me. He tried to convince me several times while he was putting the casts on to give up my child.” I tell him as lower my hand to my stomach.
“Are you sure the Dark Lord even wants a child?” Draco asks timidly, and I give him a powerful enough glare that he steps back.
“There are quite a few fertility runes still marking my skin from our marriage rite.” I remind him, taking in a slow breath because tensing is quite painful still.
“You’re right my Lady; I'm just concerned about your survival if we…”
“Once I am home everything will be better Draco.” I cut him off because I heard all of that yesterday. “Please tell me you’ve got a vow from that man never to share anything he’s learned about me. All we need is for people to find out before it’s safe.”
“He is under a vow, my Lady.” Draco agrees, bowing his head.
“So it seems you have until this afternoon. I’ll be fine here as long as everyone leaves me alone.” I tell him purposefully. “Though I could use something to read.”
“We also have some food for you.” He says moving away and coming back with a bland selection of items, and I’m thankful. I don’t think my stomach could handle anything much, but I will be able to pick the crackers and toast for the rest of the day. Also on the tray is a small book on magical music. I smile and look up at him as I pick it up.
“Are you still interested in learning my Lady?” He asks, and I remember the lessons we used to have back when I wasn’t his Lady at all.
“I don’t know,” I tell him honestly but open the book anyway. “Thank you,” I add before waving him off so he can get to work.
I set the book aside and start to munch on some mild cheese on my plate as I try not to think about everything that has happened in the last few weeks. Of course, that means I can’t think of anything else.
My mind keeps looking back at Harry’s expression when he came to find the book. He was cold with this air that reminded me much too much of Riddle. I groan as I think about Riddle himself and how angry he is going to be with me that I took the potion after I promised not to. I hope he forgives when he understands they slipped it into my tea.
I bit my lip as I know he will know better being inside my mind. I’m not so dim as to not realize Daphne would do just that to try and force me into a restful sleep. She doesn’t know exactly what is going on with Riddle, but she didn’t forget how horrible it was when he got mad.
I shake my head and pick up the book Draco left for me. Reading will keep my mind off all the men in my life I have to fear. How am I the kind of woman that has to love all the men she fears? All the men? I frown as I think about from where that thought came. Do I love Riddle? Or does he not count as a man?
I look at the book in my hand and force all thoughts of any of that from my head. It’s a bit hard to maneuver with only one working side, but the book is small, and I use my thigh to rest the book on so I can open the first page.
I force myself to focus on the words in the books, so no idea worries or concerns prop up in my head. It becomes interesting to read about the how one can use music in magic, and that brings back memories of my lessons with Draco.
“My Lady?” I hear Daphne ask and I look up to find her nervously standing at the door. I set the book aside and frown at her.
“You drugged me,” I tell her, so she knows it is still very much on my mind.
“You look so ragged after everything that happened yesterday, my Lady. And I know I don't know what you have been doing about the dreams the past few weeks, but you needed to be able to sleep in peace.” She says as if she has been practicing those lines all night.
“It can’t happen again,” I tell her firmly. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, my Lady.” She says finally stepping into the room. “I wished to come and report on our progress.” She adds as she sits down on the bed near my healthy side.
“What do you have to report?” I ask looking to a large window in my room to find the sun well past its midpoint. I wonder if the worrying or the book took up the day?
“We’ve finished the actual structure and just need a little more time to enchant it, so you don’t get any more hurt.”
I sigh frowning at her. “How much is a little more time?” I ask her seriously.
“Three days at most. I told you we couldn’t rush this.” She says biting her bottom lip nervously.
“Give me your wand Daphne. We don’t have time.” I command her firmly.
“Please don’t my Lady?” She asks as she clutches her wand to her chest. “The Healer said it could kill you.”
“That Healer doesn’t want the Dark Lord here. I need to do this Daphne, and you need to let me. We should have done it from the moment we had some breathing room.” I tell her earnestly as I shake the hand I’m holding out.
“You know I’m just worried.” She says with a deep frown before giving over her wand to me.
“The tray is in my way,” I tell her and she quickly takes it from my lap to set it aside.
I take a slow breath as I think about being wrapped in Tom’s arms. That is what I want. That is what I need right now even though he too scares me. I move my covers down and lift my shirt a bit so that I can push my pants down enough to reveal the Dark Mark on my hip.
“If something does go wrong you have my permission to call that awful Healer,” I tell her without looking at her because I don’t want to see any more worry in her eyes.
I press the end of Daphne’s wand to my mark and let the magic flow as I had before. The magic builds, and it feels like fire on my skin, but this is a cleansing fire, and I try to hold my breath until I feel the message fill me entirely before being sent off into the world.
I’m still grasping Daphne’s wand by the time I am aware of myself again, and I find that I am panting as if I’ve run a long way. My whole body hurts more than it has since he put on the cast but I bare with the pain because now I know I’ve done everything I can to call my husband to my side.
“Are you okay my Lady?” Daphne is at my side, her voice filled with worry.
“Mostly,” I tell him unable to keep the pain from my voice. “I think the numbing charm is wearing off,” I tell him wondering if I have injured myself more.
“I’ll get the Healer to fix it.” She says getting to her feet and rushing from the room.
I wonder how long it will take for Tom to come for me. Suddenly struck by a thought, I wonder if he will come at all. What if I am just a tool for him? What if he just sends his minions to collect or even maybe kill me now that I am of no use to him?
“You need to calm down m’Lady.” I hear the Healer say and I point the wand in my hand at his chest.
“Just do you work,” I tell him through gritted teeth because I am over having to deal with the man.
“You used powerful dark magic m’Lady.” He says as he checks me over. “It has started to dissolve the healing spells on you. I’m going to have to re-enchant your casts.” He says, and I can hear the sneer in his tone.
“Just do it,” I tell him as I close my eyes to let him work as the pain is still growing and I am starting to feel sick with it.
He starts on my hands and moves down my arms, but it is slow, tedious work and by the time he gets to my elbow I think I may black out from the pain in my leg. But I’m still alone with the man, and I just don’t trust him enough not to be aware while he is tending to me.
“I could give you something to help you rest m’Lady. As you know this takes a while.” the Healer reminds me stopping his work, and I think I really may at least throw up.
“It wasn’t this painful last time.” I point out as I can’t figure out the difference with how much the agony in my body is distracting my mind.
“No numbing spells this time m’Lady.” He says calmly. “It would be better if you let yourself rest, with what you did there is not much time left.”
“What?” I ask clutching the wand and I know I’m only still conscious by sheer force of will on my part. “Where’s Daphne?” I ask because shouldn’t she be here at my side? “Why did you stop?” I ask as I notice he isn’t casting any longer.
“Because it will look better if you pass out from the pain.” He says, and I shake my head the pain spiking on my shoulder with the movement.
“What are you talking about?” I gasp, and I think I may be crying as my vision starts to blur.
“This will all be better soon if you just rest m’Lady.” He says, and I don’t understand.
“The pain!” I gasp because he must not understand.
“Will give me a reason to make it all better even if the DA doesn’t figure out where we are in time.” He says sadly. “I am sorry, but I am saving you from all of this m’Lady.”
“FUCK YOU!” I scream as I hear the door slam open and I force the Healer back from my side.
I take in slow breaths trying to manage the pain while I wait for someone I trust to come back. What the hell could Daphne be doing right now? Was that her at the door.
“Calm down my Lady” Draco says taking my hand with Daphne’s wand. “You need to quiet down now.” He says, and I hadn’t realized I was screaming until he said something.
“Numb?” I gasp because I can’t do the spell myself, I’m in too much pain, and I don’t even know the spell to cast.
“What is wrong with her?” The new cold voice fills my body with a heat of relief. Tom has come for me, and he came himself.
Draco casts a numbing spell that doesn’t work nearly as good as the one that had been on my bandages, but at least I can think a little better now.
“Nearly all her bones on her right side are shattered,” Draco says, and I try to look up at Tom, but my vision is still hazing, and he is on the painful side.
“You came…” I say, and I can feel the smile form on my lips as it starts to sink in.
“Of course I came.” He says even though he and Draco were talking about something I couldn’t focus on or understand. I’m about to tell him something important; I know it is essential when the darkness swallows me whole.
Luna-
I'm a horrible person. The worst kind of person. I curl into a ball, the memories of what I did to Conor play over and over in my mind. He was a sick man, but how am I any better now? I remembered that he was begging for death by the end of my spell.
My magic wouldn’t even let him black out like he usually would have with so much trauma to his body. I had broken him mentally and physically by the end, and the card was powerful because of it.
It had all felt so good. When it was all done, and someone had taken Conor away to who knows where I came back to my room and nearly attacked Blaise. He let me ravish him while I was high on all that dark magic and I never wanted the feeling to end.
Now the high was gone, and I can now see what a horrible person I was, I am. I’m not sure how long I’ve been laying in my bed sulking about all of this, but it has at least been a couple of days, and so far the Dark Lord has let me be.
When I feel someone slip into bed behind me, I sigh because there is a man that won’t just let me sink into the despair of what a horrible person I am.
“Luna?” Blaise asks wrapping his arms around me, and I can’t stop myself from snuggling back against him.
“The Dark Lord says he has been patient enough. If you don’t get up, shower, dress, and meet him in his office in one hour, he is going to come here and get you himself. He wishes me to add that neither of us will like it if he has to do that.”
“Is Connor dead?” I ask as I puzzle out a way to say shove it to the Dark Lord.
“Yes.” He says running his hand down my arm for comfort. “With your magic no longer keeping him alive…”
“So I killed him,” I say biting my lower lip and closing my eyes as I remember how much I enjoyed what I did.
“It was probably for the best after…” He starts, making me whimper and shake my head.
“The first time I killed someone it was an accent. I was afraid and trying to save myself. Now I am killing people for fun and pleasure.” I tell him in a tight voice as I feel my throat tighten with emotion.
“He was a bad man Luna; he doesn’t deserve any of your remorse,” Blaise says firmly before moving away and trying to pull me from the bed.
“I liked it, Blaise,” I tell him worried. “I liked it, and part of me wants to do it again,” I admit as he forces me to stand and look up into his eyes.
“You’re an amazing witch.” He says searching my eyes for something. “I didn’t fall in love with you because of your…” He made a face as he searched for the right word. “...goodness? That need to be kind and right and all the sickening stuff I am sure the other side talks about all the time. It means nothing to me. There are those people who belong to you, and those who do not. The people who belong to you are important; everyone else can go to hell.”
“Everyone is important to someone,” I tell him trying to look away from him, but he doesn’t let me. “Connon had a mother and a father and friends.”
“Conor let his loss hurt him enough that he thought it was okay to hurt one of your people. You have every right to hurt him back.”
“I killed him. I used him to advance my power; then I killed him.” I remind him frowning.
“He meant nothing. He was nothing to you after he decided to hurt someone you loved. Move your line Luna, or this is going to break you completely.” Blaise says before pulling me towards the bath.
“When did I start protecting myself before other people?” I ask as he sits me down so he can turn the shower on for me.
“When you realized that you are worth more than other people,” Blaise says as if it is that simple.
“It must be easy to be you.” I snap, and he is kneeling in front of me looking into my eyes once again.
“Are you kidding me?” He growls narrowing his eyes at me. “Do you know what it is like to love a woman who is in constant danger and just refuses to see her worth?” He asks pulling me to my feet again.
Before I can respond, he’s banished all our clothes and is guiding me gently into the shower. He moves in with me and starts to run soap over my shoulders.
“I can wash.” I whimper without stopping him.
“You could have fooled me the last few days.” He says wrinkling his nose at me and turning me so he can wash my back.
He pushed the long strands of my hair out of his way so he can start kissing my neck. He is using my need to wash as an excuse to run his hands all over my body.
“Blaise…” I murmur because I shouldn't be allowed to enjoy things like this anymore.
“Give yourself to it or run. That is what I told you before.” Blaise reminds me as he pushes my legs apart with hand and holds me tightly to his chest with his other arm around my waist.
“I know.” I gasp laying my head back on his shoulder.
“It is only going to get harder to run now that you’ve started.” He points out as he thoroughly washes the most intimate parts of my body.
“You said I wouldn’t turn into Bellatrix either.” I remind as I can’t help but push back against his hand.
“Do you love me?” Blaise asks as I have to hold onto his arm to steady myself.
“YES!” I moan as he brings me to the very edge of my climax.
“Do you love him?” He presses holding me on that edge without letting me fall over just yet.
“...no” I whimper because it’s true.
“Say the words, Luna, say them and know you are nothing like her and never will be.” He orders as he nips at my neck.
“I love you!” I scream as he finally lets me fall over into a delicious orgasm of his creation. I feel safe in his arms. Better than I have felt in days, and it had little to do with the climax.
When I come back too early from the beautiful high of my peak and the water is off, and he’s wrapping a towel around me. I’m jarred by the change enough I swallow as I look up to him.
“Was it new?” I ask realizing quickly I must have made a new prophecy.
“Oh yes.”
“Wh-” I start before we both turn at a pounding at my door. I look to Blaise who is already moving to see who is making all the racket, and with the towel wrapped tightly around me I peek out to see who it is as well.
“The Dark Lord wishes me to deliver a message to Lady whatever the fuck she wants to call herself.” Bellatrix’s voice sounds both amused and annoyed at having to be a message.
“She’s getting out of the shower Lady Lestrange,” Blaise says and I hind back behind the door.
“Oh, we’re all girls here.” She says, and I can hear as she pushes passed my husband. “You’re even pretty as one. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Lady Lestrange?” I push myself to greet her in the towel. “What can I do for you?”
“Our Lord wishes you to know he’s had to leave the country on short notice.” She says looking around the room curiously.
When she starts towards my desk and all the books I’ve been reading at the Dark Lord's command I clear my throat. “Is that all?” I ask, wanting her to leave so I can talk to Blaise about whatever new prophecy I’m going to have to sort out.
“It seems he found his bride.” She says sounding less amused. Has he found Ginny? That is some good news at least. “She called him…” Her face sours even more. “She used her Dark Mark. Like anyone has the rig…” She cut herself off and gives me a wide smile. “You know…” She starts moving across the room towards me. “I didn’t have a chance to talk to Daphne or Tracey about our shared position under the Dark Lord.”
“Really?” I ask because I have no idea what to say to that.
She reaches towards me and brushes some hair back from my face. “Oh yes, The Dark Lord seems to enjoy you.” She says pulling a lock of my hair back with her so she can examine it. “I can tell you know what a place of honor it is to please our Lord.”
“I try my best,” I tell her gently pulling my hair from her grasp.
“We will have tea when things settle down.” She says not giving me a choice.
“That would be interesting,” I tell before stepping away. “But I really should get dressed now.”
“There will be a council meeting tomorrow whether he is back or not. He has asked me to tell you, that you will be attending either way. It will be up to you to inform him of what is discussed.”
“Of course.” I agree, letting out a sigh when she finally leaves. Once I am sure we are alone again I Look back to Blaise who had mainly stayed silent while the woman was invading my space. “Now what did I say?”
Daphne-
“If something does go wrong you have my permission to call that awful Healer.” She tells me as she keeps her eyes on the Dark Mark before pressing the tip of my wand to the ink embedded in her body.
I watch as her whole body goes stiff and I can see the pain of what she is doing run across her face. I wish I could stop her, but this was her choice I just hope the consequences aren’t too far-reaching.
The moment her body relaxes again I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding. “Are you okay my Lady?” I asked stepping up to her side as I see she is still twitching a little with what she had just done.
“Mostly.” She says in a pained voice. “I think the numbing charm is wearing off.” She adds making my eyes go wide. If the numbing charm wears off completely, she is going to be in a lot more trouble.
“I’ll get the Healer to fix it,” I tell her before rushing from the room so I can get the Healer from the place we’ve put him up here on the estate. Draco felt it was best to keep him on hand, and I have to say right now I agree.
He answers quickly when I start to pound on his door and frowns at me as I try and catch my breath.
“My Lady’s numbing spells is failing,” I tell him swallowing hard.
“That would only happen if you let her use dark magic.” He snapped moving into his room to gather some supplies.
“Is that important right now?” I ask stepping into the doorway.
“It hurts my cause with her.” The Healer says, and I frown at him thinking he is still fighting for her to give up her child. “Petrificus Totalus.” He casts hitting me right in the chest before pulling my frozen body into his room. “Don’t worry. I’ll do my best before he gets here.” He says before closing me in.
It feels like hours before Draco opens the door to his room finding me still fully bound on the floor. My body relaxes the moment he releases me from the spells, but I try and shoot to my feet which doesn’t precisely work after some time of being frozen.
“Our Lady is in danger!” I gasp out wanting him to go to her while he kneels down next to me.
“She may be, but there is nothing we can do about it,” Draco says as he takes my still numb foot and starts to rub it. “The Dark Lord is here; I assume her doing?” He says looking me in the eyes.
“She used my wand on her Mark.” I agree feeling much better to know the Dark Lord would have things under control. “Your Healer was a DA sympathizer,” I tell him coldly.
“I realize that now, but at least I got a Vow out of him so that he couldn’t tell them where we were.” He says sounding pretty tired as his hand moves up my leg to try and get the blood moving I realize.
“He didn’t get a chance to do anything too bad to her, only left her without any numbing spell for so long she passed out from the pain.” He explains as he shakes his head. “The Dark Lord came with a few others, and they are getting ahold of some of our Healers. He doesn’t want to risk moving her either.”
“Not till he knows how hurt she really is?” I ask making Draco nod. “What about us? Is he sending us back sooner?”
“He gave me a few words alone, but it seems we are members of her household and there is no reason to deprive her of us. For now at least. I have the sense he wishes to review this arrangement once we are back in England.” He says sounding a little relieved. “He is pleased that we got her back, even if she isn’t in the condition he left her in.”
I let myself relax just a little with the knowledge that I will be allowed to stay on and continue to serve Ginny.
“My sister is safe. He can’t touch her or me.” I let myself feel the relief over that. “How does the Dark Lord seem with our Lady?” I ask looking to Draco.
“Well she passed out after a terse exchange between them, but any anger he has seemed to be focused on the Healer for now. We came upon him standing over her and doing nothing but waiting for her to pass out.”
“Is he… alive?” I ask frowning as I was still in his body bind when Draco found me.
“Oh yes.” Draco sneers. “The Dark Lord said using him as Death? I don’t know what that meant, but I assume it will be painful by the look of glee in the Dark Lord’s eyes.”
“We should go to her now,” I say trying to get to my feet and feeling much better after the short message Draco had given me.
“Probably. He brought two Death Eaters with him; Uncle Rabastan and Dolohov.” He warns me, and I tense just a little.
“We have our Lady back. There is nothing that he can do to me now.” I tell him keeping my back straight.
I make sure to keep my head high as we head back up to the master room she had set Ginny up in in the first place. Antonin and Rabastan stood outside; they do not look happy at all to have been put on basic guard duty.
When I move to pass them, it is Antonin who walked into my way. “The Dark Lord’s orders are that no one enters until he returns with the Healer.” He says coldly.
“She shouldn’t be left alone.” I frown wondering if the Dark Lord meant they should keep Draco and me out. “Were those his exact orders?” I ask feeling too empty to play nice with him right now.
“Are you questioning our Lord?” He asks raising a brow at me.
“No. I am questioning you. If those were not his exact orders and something happens to the Queen while he is away, who do you think will be in trouble for not letting us pass?” I ask glancing to Lord Lestrange as I have a feeling he will have the better sense in this matter.
The two look at each other for a long moment. I really have no idea what is passing between them, but there seems to be some silent battle going on as we have to wait to be let into the room.
“I’ll escort her in. You and the boy can stay out here to keep guard.” Antonin says finally, and the other man nods in agreement.
When I see Draco about to protest, I shake my head at him. I need to show him I’m not afraid of him, and Ginny’s safety is my top priority here. After a moment Antonin opens the door and lets me enter first before following me in.
“You don’t need to chaperon us,” I tell him as I go right to Ginny’s bed to make sure everything is alright.
“I have been charged with the Queen’s safety.” He says her title in a mocking way, but I decide not to respond.
“And I am her Lady’s maid.” I point out as I do a quick scan to see what spells he has on her. There is a mild numbing spell and a much stronger sleeping curse. I assume the Dark Lord didn’t know anything more powerful to take her pain; he isn’t usually the one to do such a thing.
“The Dark Lord told me no such thing.” He said taking a seat at the table where he can keep his eyes on me. “You know he could be away all night.”
“Then I will sit here all night with her,” I tell him taking a seat on her bed so I can face her and put my back to him.
“You know there is still time to take my offer before I completely ruin your life, Daphne.” He says sounding as if he was trying to do me a favor.
“You’re the one that ruined what we could have done together,” I tell him shaking my head. “You had an advantage, but you pushed it much too far. Soon you will have no advantage at all.”
“Do you really think he will forgive that slut in front of you?” I can hear his sneer. “The Dark Lord knows she was fucking the Potter boy. Do you really think he is that forgiving?”
“I think that is between them,” I tell him stiffly.
“For you to have any power here she needs to be more than a pretty whore at his feet.” He says trying to push my buttons. “And I highly doubt that is going to happen anytime soon.”
“I think you underestimate not only my Lady but our Lord as well,” I tell him half turning so I can see him out of the corner of my eye. “He knows how useful she can be to his cause, and I feel the fact she risked her life to call for him will go a long way,” I say turning fully back to Ginny before using my trump card. “And there is the fact he needs to show the world how happy he is that she is carrying his heir.”
“The bitch is pregnant?” He asks, and I hear him get to his feet.
“You should really stop referring to your Queen with such disrespect,” I tell him drawing my wand subtly just in case he tries something stupid.
“There will be brought about who the father is.” He says in a more satisfied tone. “I know there will be doubt.”
“There are ways to test the child’s magic in the later stages of the pregnancy if there is doubt, it will be silenced.”
“You have no doubt?” He asks smugly. “From what I hear, she fucked the boy as soon as he came back to this life, she fucked him on her wedding night.”
“And you will not be spreading such lies around.” Voldemort’s cold voice made my hair stand up on the back of my neck. “Why are you even in here?”
“I told her…” Antoin started, but the Dark Lord soon cut him off.
“I’m not speaking to her.” He says darkly. “She is at her Lady’s side, where she should have been earlier. I will deal with her failings in due time, but you should be outside of this room with Lestrange.”
“Yes my Lord.” The man bows his head and rushes out before our Lord decides to punish him.
“You.” He says the moment the door is closed making me tense so much I may hurt something. “You almost let that Healer do some undesirable things to my wife.” He says, and I think keeping quiet is my best path forward. “He let her suffer in agony for who knows how long while you were where? Her pain belongs to me Miss Greengrass, and you gave it away.”
When he is silent for a few moments, I take in a deep breath and bow my head low to him. “I thought he could help her when the spells broke my Lord. He was pushy, but I didn’t see him for the traitor he was. He caught me off guard without a wand of my own.”
He moved closer to me, making me hold my breath as he reached out and ran two fingers along my jaw, and over my lips. He is trying to frighten me, and he is doing an excellent job of it.
“It is fortunate for you that you are under her protection.” He says, but I am not enough of a fool to relax yet.
“For how long my Lord?” I ask meekly.
“Now that will depend greatly on her.” He says looking over to Ginny. “The curse he used is a nasty thing he stole from me. I’ve never used it multiple times on the same victim without killing them. Either he was very very careful, or your Lady has powers I haven’t seen her use before. Not for a long time.”
I frown not knowing what that meant. “My Lord?” I ask confused.
He tilts my head up, so I have to look him in the eyes. “When she recovers, and I have had a chance to see what she has to offer me, then we will decide everyone’s fate.”
Ginny-
“...like this, the more damage will be done to the surrounding muscle.” A voice I can’t quite recognize says, and I wonder if Daphne found a new Healer because that last one was awful.
“So what exactly are these options?” Tom asks, and I can’t help but gasp in relief. I remember him being here before I passed out, but I was so out of it I wasn’t sure if I had imagined him.
“Tom?” I squeeze the hand holding mine. I feel sluggish right now as everything goes quiet and I wonder if I’m falling asleep again.
“We’ll finish this soon. I need a moment with my wife alone.” He says, and the hand slips out of mine. “Daphne please get Healer Dovanan some refreshments.” He orders and I can feel as someone gets up from my bed.
“Daphne?” I ask trying to open my eyes and clear my vision. All I see is ceiling when I look, and I soon find I can’t move my head.
“I’ll be back soon my Lady.” She says retaking my hand and squeezing it for support before moving away.
“Why can’t I move?” I ask, but I also notice the pain is completely gone as well.
When he comes into my line of vision, I can’t help but smile up at him. His cold, emotionless mask is in place, but I don’t care. I’m finally safe again, and he will make sure nothing else happens to me.
“The Healer says it is safer to limit all body movement at this time.” He explains taking the seat next to me that Daphne had just left.
“I can’t feel anything on my right,” I tell him so he knows and I see him nod in agreement.
“She also instituted a fully functioning numbing spell. It seems your last Healer was leaving you with pain on purpose.” He explains in a very clinical way.
“How angry are you?” I ask, with my current health explained I need to know how much trouble I’m in with him.
“You stole my blood and left me on our wedding day.” He informs me as if I didn’t know.
“I didn’t want to leave. They were worried you would hurt me for taking the blood.” I tell him, but I am sure he has already figured all this out.
“They wanted you away from me no matter what Ginny.” He points out, and I wish he would touch me.
“They feared for my safety with you, blood or no.” I agree finally.
“Then they gave you to him as if you were his prize.” The mask is gone as he sneers fully down at me.
“I…”
“I know exactly what you did with him, Ginevra.” He says leaning in to look more directly into my eyes. “He showed me every moan and every scream every time he tasted what is mine.”
I swallow closing my eyes because I can’t turn away. “Why would he do that?” I ask still not understanding the darkness in Harry.
“More than likely because I had done the same to him when he still resided in my body,” Tom says making me open my eyes to look at him in shock.
“Why would…”
“You are mine, and he needed to know that before he died.” He cuts me off looking sternly down at me.
“What now?” I ask because if he already knows the worst of things I've done, then I don’t have to go into what happened while I was away.
“Now you heal.” He says finally touching me so he can stroke my cheek lightly. “You are in no fit condition to take my anger or desire.”
I shut my lip because the question I wanted to ask sounded obnoxiously needy and I refused to add that to the list of my new qualities.
“After that?” I ask instead. “How am I make this right?” I ask looking into his eyes once more.
“Is there anything useful you can tell me of their plans or location?” He asks making me frown as it didn’t even occur to me he would ask such a thing.
“They told me nothing,” I say feeling a little relieved they hadn’t shared plans with me now. “But I wish you wouldn’t have asked.”
“Do you really still have loyalty to that group of misfits that decided to give you wholly over to an unstable wraith?” He asks, and his anger becomes quite evident in his tone and the hardness of his fingers against my cheek.
“They didn’t know. I still think he’s hiding it from them.” I whimper trying to shrink away. Anger only leads to pain, and I still have so many bones he could break and destroy.
“You’re shaking.” He says as if he is surprised by my reaction to his fury. “You’re shaking like…” He growled even more furious as he pushes away from me and gets up from the bed.
“I’m sorry.” I whimper which makes him growl all the more.
“I’m not going to kill him I am going to destroy him. I’ll make him beg for death, beg for it!” He hisses, and I can tell he is pacing back and forth, even though I can't turn my head to watch.
I take in a slow breath to try and calm my fear because I really don’t understand what he is talking about or what has made him so upset.
“My Lord?” I ask swallowing again, wishing I could look at him. “I’m sorry.”
He goes silent at my words, and I wonder what he is doing, but I also don’t know what else I can say without making him any angrier than he already is.
“He’s made you fear me.” He says after a long moment of silence. “I will not tolerate that.”
“I’ve always feared you,” I tell him licking my lips. “And you revel in it.” I remind him even more confused by his anger over this.
When he moves into my sight once again, he is frowning down at me. “There is a difference. You’ve never been stupid.” He says retaking his seat. “But you would have never quaked so before. At least not in fear of me.” He says narrowing his eyes. “That is for other people. You are my lioness.” He explains. “I don’t want you to be other people.”
I swallow frowning as I look up at him trying to think of what I could say to fix this new thing that seems broken.
“Give me time,” I say ashamed that he is right. Harry had made me fear, long hours of pain and the smiles he had when he broke my arm made me fear.
He takes in a slow breath and brushes my face again with his fingers. “You need to heal.” He says again shaking his head. “But you should know I do not want a spineless whimpering slut for my Queen.”
I close my eyes as his words hurt more than just my pride. “You can never be gentle with me can you?” I ask trying to ignore my anxiety over upsetting him.
“You’ve never needed gentle before. Even after the attack, you came begging for a firm hand.” He reminds me, and I really wish I could look away from him. How pathetic am I that he is right about what I needed then, what I still need?
“That was different. That wasn’t...” I swallow, and he leans in very close to me.
“That wasn’t someone you love.” He says giving the work his usual sneer.
“I love you as well.” I remind him without irony. When I feel his tongue against my lips, my breath catches, and I open my mouth to surrender to him.
“You do.” He agrees without moving further into any kiss. “And do you still desire your Lord?” He asks as his fingers trail down the side of my neck.
My heart is racing again, but this time it is not in fear. “Yes,” I admit wishing I could lose myself in his embrace.
“I think I believe you.” He says before bringing his lips down to mine and letting me genuinely taste him for the first time in weeks. I feel as he breathes darkness into the kiss bringing my body alive with desire and need.
When he pulls back from me, I whimper, and he smiles down at me as he searches my eyes.
“Now.” He says pushing the covers off of my breasts and I realize for the first time I’m not wearing anything anymore. The blanket was the only thing protecting my modesty while others were in the room.
I feel his fingers travel down to play with my left nipple. It was already hardened painfully by his magic, but I let out a soft keening sound at his touch. When his hand travels to the right, the strokes feel dull, and I wonder if something is covering my breast after all.
“Please?” I whimper making him chuckle.
“Do you need me now my pet?” He asks his hands are moving around the numb areas of my body.
“Yes.” I gasp, and he should know that because he was the one that ignited that need on purpose.
“Enjoy this suffering as it is only the start of your punishment.” He says before getting to his feet and moving away from me.
I whimper clutching the sheet in my left hand as the need doesn’t seem to want to go away. When I hear the door open and close, I gasp when I realize he has left me in this needful state. Swallowing I find I can actually move my left arm, so I cover myself once more.
With my insufficient ability to move and the complete void of feeling on much of my right side, I know that there is no way to find satisfaction with my attention. I lay there in frustration before I hear the door open again.
“...really the only solution if you won’t want her to be in some pain for the rest of her life my Lord.” The Healer says as the group of them return.
“And how long will the process take?” Tom asks not sounding very happy at all.
“We can vanish most of them by the end of the day. With her pregnancy and everything, the particle hip will be the most complicated. We would want to do that first, so she has something strong to build the leg upon.”
“How long after that till she can be moved?” Daphne asks sounding nervous for some reason.
“Once we vanish the bones she can be moved easily back to the castle without much risk.” The Healer explains making me blink.
“Vanish my bones?” I ask as I think about how much of me is broken.
“La…” The Healer starts, and I frown as the room goes silent. “What do I call her my Lord?” He asks sounding confused.
Tom chuckles in amusement, and the sound of it presses against me, reminding me how much I want him to touch me. I let out a little whimper making him chuckle all the more.
“You may call her your Lady for now. She is my wife after all and deserves your respect until I say otherwise.”
“Yes my Lord.” The Healer says before moving to me. “My Lady there is just too much damage to the bones to repair fully. It may be a painful process, but if we vanish the broken bones, heal the damages muscle and then regrow the bones it will mean living without continuous pain for the rest of your life.”
Luna-
When I walk into the council's chamber, I find that I am the last to arrive. I keep my head up, so I don’t know these vipers any fear, but when I get to the end of the table, I have to frown because I have no idea where to sit. Every chair is taken but the Dark Lord’s and Ginny’s.
It would be presumptuous to sit in his chair when he wasn’t here, and he has already made it very clear I shouldn’t touch Ginny’s stool. With a little more hesitation I decide to kneel in front of his chair making sure I can see the room clearly before settling my hands in my lap.
Two members of the council are missing as well, but they both sent proxies to take their place as I heard they were attending the Dark Lord directly.
“Now that we are all here,” Malfoy says with a sneer as he glances over at me. “We should discuss the issue of France. My informants tell me they have noticed the Dark Lord’s position on the Malfoy estate there, and they are mobilizing to strike.”
“Isn’t your son and his bitch there as well?” Rodolphus asks earning him a smirk of approval from his wife.
“The information that is being sent back says that my son and Miss Greengrass singlehandedly saved the Queen from those rebels who had been holding her.”
“Can we not call that blood traitor slut Queen for just one day?” Bellatrix snapped sounding disgusted.
Malfoy glances to me briefly and smirks before turning back to the woman with a straight face.
“I for one know how to give the proper respect to our Lord’s wife.” He says, and I can see by his colors he is feeling rather good about something. He does hate Bellatrix.
“Is France going to be an issue?” Another member asked getting the meeting back on track. “Can they mobilize before the Dark Lord returns to the safety of the castle?”
“My spies say it will take them four days before they feel they have enough numbers to attack the grounds and get through my families wards.” Malfoy answers.
They continue to talk about what they refer to as the France problem a bit longer before they turn to other issues. I am smart enough to know I am here to simply observe them for the Dark Lord and that I have no say is what is going on in this area or that.
I slowly start to realize how old all these people seem. They are so stuck in their prejudice that I have to recognize the Dark Lord is progressive by comparison. These are all representatives of the old and powerful families of England, but he is moving outward. He is gaining power in other places and his support there will be different from here.
With a start, I realize the Dark Lord is a politician. Is it at all possible his blood purity laws and ideas are more about the people in this room that his own beliefs? I decide to store that knowledge away to ponder later as the meeting continues on and on as if it will never end.
When the meeting was finally over, and the group was getting up to leave Malfoy seems to take longer than the rest and moves over to me to hold out his hand once there weren’t as many witnesses.
I look at the hand for a moment then back up at his face. We have never really talked much over my entire life, and all those conversations we have had were not all pleasant, so I have to wonder why he is here now.
“You are here so you can report to the Dark Lord about the meeting.” He says as he finally drops his hand and steps back so I can get to my feet by myself. “May I escort you to your room?” He asks offering his arm.
I frown wondering why I would need this when he glances over to Bellatrix who is now giving me the most pleasant smile.
“You are too kind,” I say taking his arm awkwardly so he can lead me out.
“You must know the Malfoy family is loyal even though my son’s transgressions. He is an ambitious boy and sometimes gets ahead of himself.” He starts talking, and I don’t know why.
“I’ve spoken with Draco,” I say still unclear on what this was all about.
“Yes of course, then you must know he is loyal.” He says, and things start to become clear.
“Ginny seems to trust him to make him her Knight,” I say wondering the kind of reaction I’ll get for that. “And from what you said she was right to.”
“He has done a great service for the nation.” He agrees with a nod.
“He has done a great service for his Queen.” I offer back making the man tense a little.
“The Malfoy family's true loyalty will always be to the Dark Lord. I saw the magic you used on that man a few nights ago. I see that you will have great value to him as time goes on. You should know that the Malfoy family will always be helpful to the Dark Lord’s cause.” He says, and I blink at him a few times.
It has been a while since I was completely confused by a person, but Lucius Malfoy was doing an excellent job. “D-do you have some idea that I plan to replace Ginny in the Dark Lord’s esteem?” I ask because that would solve this puzzle.
“I think the Dark Lord has great plans for you. That he plans to train you to be a close advisor and you will have a position to shape this empire as time moves forward.”
“And you think Ginny will simply be the mother of his heirs?” I ask carefully.
“What does an immortal need with heirs Lady Radcliff?” He asks turning to me as we approach the door to my rooms.
“Everyone must do their duty to spread of magical lineage Lord Malfoy.” I counter making him smile.
“True. All I offer is my support if you need anything that will make our great nation better.” He says opening his arms.
“Thank you, Sir,” I tell him before opening the door myself. “It has been an interesting conversation.”
Daphne-
“Yes my Lord.” The Healer bows to our Lord before turning to Ginny. “My Lady there is just too much damage to the bones to repair fully. It may be a painful process, but if we vanish the broken bones, heal the damages muscle and then regrow the bones it will mean living without continuous pain for the rest of your life.”
I move to her side so I can help support her if she needs it. She can’t see anything but the ceiling with how they have laid her down, and I am sure that is annoying.
“That doesn’t sound so scary.” She says licking her lips. “What about my child?” She asks, and the Dark Lord nods for the Healer to answer.
“There will be a short risk to your child as we heal the hip. Fortunately, you are not very far along yet, or you probably would have lost them already. It is a miracle you haven’t my Lady.” He tells her honestly. “With massive trauma, you’ve suffered and the shock that trauma would have caused to your system it is honestly a miracle you are still alive.”
“I had help.” She says with a sigh but doesn’t expand on that further at the Healer looks back to the Dark Lord.
“When will the other Healers be arriving so you can start the process?” I ask because no one else is.
“Within the hour.” The Healer says bowing their head to the Dark Lord. “I will give you time alone while I wait for them.” After waiting for dismissal from the Dark Lord, the woman left the three of them alone.
“Would you like me to go as well my Lord?” I ask softly if he hadn’t finished it talk with Ginny he wouldn’t have come to get us.
“No. You will keep her company. I have business to attend to.” He says leaving the room again without a word to Ginny.
“I’m going to need another major healing once he's done with me.” She says biting her lip. “I’ve hurt him.”
“My Lady?” I ask as I think she is talking about the Dark Lord’s feelings and I was under the impression he didn’t have human emotions.
She swallows and closes her eyes. Remembering she can’t exactly turn her head I take a seat on her neck so she can at least see me.
“Once I am better my punishment will be severe, but I will deserve it.” She says frowning. “Is there water?” She asks running her tongue along the inside of her mouth.
“Yes, my Lady,” I tell her leaning over to pick up a glass and pitcher to pour her a drink. I conjure a long straw so that she can more easily drink while I hold the glass. “He doesn’t know if he will allow me to stay in your service, my Lady. He says that will be up to you.”
Once she was satisfied, she used the working hand to take the straw from her mouth. “He wants me to be strong. To take my punishment and show him loyalty.” She tells me, and I see a blush on her cheeks. “I can do it, Daphne.” She says after a moment of hesitation. “After everything, I think being by his side is where I can do the most good now.” She says, but I hear the doubt in her voice.
“Do you believe that my Lady?” I ask because she has to be fully committed if we are going to get her back any ounce of power she had before they stole her away.
“I want it to be true. I don’t want a war.” She says swallowing thickly. “But there are things about his Empire that are just wrong.” She adds but I get the sense that is not indeed where her apprehension lies.
“Please tell me what’s wrong my Lady. What’s really wrong?” I ask taking her hand and squeezing it so she can feel I am here for her.
She swallows again. “He…” She licked her hips and whimpers. “I’m afraid.” She admits, and I know that is a lot coming from a woman like her. “What if I can’t be his Lioness any longer? What if I really am ruined this time?”
“With everything that is happening with you. Maybe we should find you, someone, to talk to?” I ask because Draco had made the same suggestion for me after my nightmares about the Dark Lord. It was always good to pass on good advice, even if you didn’t take it, right?
“I’m talking to you.” She points out squeezing my hand back.
“I mean like someone professional,” I say timidly.
“I’m in no to position to go to a mind Healer.” She says with a frown. I sight because she isn’t exactly wrong.
“Than talk to me. I won’t judge, and we can talk about anything you need to.” I tell him because I think that is what she needs right now.
She sighs and frowns once again. “Let me think about it. Do I want to know more about what is going on back home? How is Luna? Harry showed me the magazine.”
“She seems to be doing better than I would have thought about someone in her position. It’s Blaise that’s a wreck. I’m worried he's close to trying to hex the Dark Lord.” I tell her shaking my head.
“Really? He must love her.” She says thoughtfully.
“I think he does oddly enough. Being in Slytherin I never thought he would ever settle down, never become emotionally attached to one of his conquests.” I say thinking of the times I myself enjoyed his company. “Some girls use to take it harder than others.”
Ginny chuckles a little. “Not just in Slytherin. There were a few Gryffindors girls that were well dissatisfied with the way he left things.”
“And now he is in love with his wife. The odd little Ravenclaw he wouldn’t have looked twice at in school.” I say with a laugh of my own. “She is an interesting woman. We’ve talked a bit since she moved into the castle.”
“She’s in the castle full time?” She asks sadly.
“He moved her into your old rooms,” I tell her with a sigh. “I think he plans to keep her there for a while to make you jealous. Your new rooms are not nearly as close to him.”
“My new rooms?” She asks with a whimper.
“The Queen’s suite. They have windows and have been made to your taste my Lady.” I remind her.
“Remember that first time we met, and they had made my room out of black stone. The fools made it a place to please the Dark Lord.” She says thinking.
“Yes, I remember requesting the change so you could feel comfortable.”
“So you all could manipulate me into becoming what I am.” She cuts me off a bit sharply before taking a slow breath.
“What are you, my Lady?” I ask frowning because I can’t exactly deny what she says.
“Lost.” She says taking another breath.
I set the water aside and brush my fingers over her face to push the hair back from her eyes. “No my Lady. You’ve grown.” I tell her seriously. “I was once on his side, manipulating and helping him to form you to his will. But I have not been doing that for a long while, and we both know it. My advice is based on what I think is best for you now.”
She smiles sadly up at me. “Your advice will always be based on what is best for you Daphne. But I know that I’ve always known that. I didn’t mean to blame you.” She says sighing. “We'll talk about that after I feel better. It may change my whole outlook to have a working body again.”
“That seems like it would brighten anyone’s outlook, my Lady,” I tell her with a smile.
“What else can you tell me about Luna?” She asks pushing the subject back to her friend.
“He keeps her with him more days than not. She attends every council meeting. I don’t know how she is treated there, but he jealously protects her from any of the others who may have interest. It is nothing like when I was his Mistress, or even when Tracey had the honor.”
“What about Tracey? My brothers?” She asks worry all over her face.
“Your brothers are still locked up. They are in the castle, and I was checking on them every so often when I was there. They aren’t being mistreated yet. I think the Dark Lord was saving that to see if you joined the other side.”
“Fleur? Her child?” She asks because she can’t help but worry about those she loves.
“Both well. She hasn't been taken from her room she had shared with Bill. They have her work to pay for their room and board. But they haven’t revoked her marriage to Bill yet, and they haven’t charged him with anything so she can’t be touched just yet.”
Ginny takes in a slow breath as relief seems to flood her system. “Tracey? Nott?” She asks about those who weren’t exactly her loved ones.
“Tracey has joined Nott in his cell waiting for the Dark Lord’s judgment,” I tell her with a frown.
“Tom gave him to me…” She reminds me with a bitter smile. “Have any ideas what would please him if he asks me for my judgment?” She asks trying to keep her tone light.
“I think we can think about that another day my Lady,” I tell her as the door opens and the Healer walks in with three others with similar robes. “It’s time?” I ask getting to my feet.
“You can go.” The first Healer says nodding to the door. When I hear Ginny whimper, I shake my head.
“I’ll stay out of you way, but I would prefer to stay,” I tell them as I squeeze Ginny’s hand before stepping away from the bed.
“Just keep out of our way.” Says a gruff male Healer as he moves past me to start pulling the sheets carefully down and off of Ginny’s nude form.
“I am right here if you need me, my Lady.” I tell Ginny as I watch another slowly remove the bandages holding her body in place.
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