Voldemort's Heir
She trotted along the road, the sun shining in her red hair. It was uncommonly warm for early March, and she enjoyed the warm rays of sun on her face.
'Amanda.'
A half whisper, barely even there. She wondered if she had actually heard it. She decided to ignore it.
'Amanda.'
She stopped, stiffened, knowing that she'd heard it that time. She spun, but there was no one there. She spun again, looking around at all angles. Still no one. She breathed deeply and shrugged, half laughing at herself for imagining things. She walked on, swinging her arms as she went.
'Amanda.'
She stopped again. She turned, expecting to see someone following her. The road was empty. Suddenly strong arms encapsulated her arms and waist, one hand covering her mouth. She weakly tried to scream, but the hand completely muffled her. She was bundled into a car that appeared out of nowhere, and then everything went black.
*
When Amanda woke up she was tied to a wall with thick chains. She looked around frantically, searching for anything she might recognise. She realised quickly that, of course, there was nothing she knew. The walls were black and unmarked; the floor had a polished gleam.
She waited a long time for something to happen, and was finally rewarded by the sound of footsteps tapping on the gleaming floor. Her gaze travelled up from black shoes and trousers, to a black shirt, above the collar a white neck, and an evil looking pale face with red eyes, framed by greasy black hair. Amanda frowned.
'Who are you?'
The person laughed. 'Me? Why, I am Lord Voldemort, the world's most feared wizard, and I am the one about to impregnate you.'
'Impreg- what the hell?' The last thing she heard was a cold laugh and Voldemort saying 'Stupefy' before she passed out.
As the red-haired girl slumped in front of him, Voldemort smiled. She was very pretty, an ideal vessel for his heir. He began to unzip his trousers.
*
Amanda woke up in her own bed some time later with a bad headache. She thought about the weird dream she'd had. Voldemort had raped her while she was passed out and now she was carrying his child. She laughed: what weird things the mind produces.
*
After having no periods for six months, Amanda went to the doctor, who told her she was pregnant. She instantly remembered what she had dismissed as a dream and stopped in horror: surely she couldn't be pregnant by Voldemort? But yes, she was. When she told her friends, they were all sympathetic and promised to stand by her.
She was pregnant for a year and a half before giving birth and drowning the baby.
The end.
This was written for my dear friend Amanda, who, for a year and a half, went around saying that Voldemort 'wasn't evil, he's just misunderstood' and claiming to be carrying his child. : )
She trotted along the road, the sun shining in her red hair. It was uncommonly warm for early March, and she enjoyed the warm rays of sun on her face.
'Amanda.'
A half whisper, barely even there. She wondered if she had actually heard it. She decided to ignore it.
'Amanda.'
She stopped, stiffened, knowing that she'd heard it that time. She spun, but there was no one there. She spun again, looking around at all angles. Still no one. She breathed deeply and shrugged, half laughing at herself for imagining things. She walked on, swinging her arms as she went.
'Amanda.'
She stopped again. She turned, expecting to see someone following her. The road was empty. Suddenly strong arms encapsulated her arms and waist, one hand covering her mouth. She weakly tried to scream, but the hand completely muffled her. She was bundled into a car that appeared out of nowhere, and then everything went black.
*
When Amanda woke up she was tied to a wall with thick chains. She looked around frantically, searching for anything she might recognise. She realised quickly that, of course, there was nothing she knew. The walls were black and unmarked; the floor had a polished gleam.
She waited a long time for something to happen, and was finally rewarded by the sound of footsteps tapping on the gleaming floor. Her gaze travelled up from black shoes and trousers, to a black shirt, above the collar a white neck, and an evil looking pale face with red eyes, framed by greasy black hair. Amanda frowned.
'Who are you?'
The person laughed. 'Me? Why, I am Lord Voldemort, the world's most feared wizard, and I am the one about to impregnate you.'
'Impreg- what the hell?' The last thing she heard was a cold laugh and Voldemort saying 'Stupefy' before she passed out.
As the red-haired girl slumped in front of him, Voldemort smiled. She was very pretty, an ideal vessel for his heir. He began to unzip his trousers.
*
Amanda woke up in her own bed some time later with a bad headache. She thought about the weird dream she'd had. Voldemort had raped her while she was passed out and now she was carrying his child. She laughed: what weird things the mind produces.
*
After having no periods for six months, Amanda went to the doctor, who told her she was pregnant. She instantly remembered what she had dismissed as a dream and stopped in horror: surely she couldn't be pregnant by Voldemort? But yes, she was. When she told her friends, they were all sympathetic and promised to stand by her.
She was pregnant for a year and a half before giving birth and drowning the baby.
The end.
This was written for my dear friend Amanda, who, for a year and a half, went around saying that Voldemort 'wasn't evil, he's just misunderstood' and claiming to be carrying his child. : )