Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Harry Potter, I own this plot.
~*~~~~~~~~A Tear of Silver Jade~~~~~~~~*~
She had been told on the eve of her eighteenth birthday that she had been adopted. She had been told by her Muggle 'parents' that she was indeed a pureblooded witch. She survived what so many hadn't. Now she was the Dark Lord's Mistress. She didn't love him. She killed her friends to protect them. She had killed the only man she had loved. She killed him to protect him. And now she was the only one left as she had been for the past three years
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Mione stood by the window of her vast tower chambers. Her black peasant dress clung to her curves as if the fabric itself was a second skin. Voldemort liked her in such pretty things, so dod the Deatheaters.
She fingered the small pendant at her throat. The small teardrop shaped stone was the rarest know gem in the wizarding world. She could buy all of England if she chose with that one stone. Silver jade was said, according to myth, to be the tears of a basilisk.
She didn't know whether this was true, but her stone held a warmth all it's own. It made her happy, the tear at her throat.
"My dear child, you shouldn't be standing there by that drafty window, Our lord would be disappointed in me," A tale and pale man stood beside her.
"Lucius, It's not drafty and you know better than to come in here unannounced. I have the power to castrate you. And being twenty hardly counts as being a child." She turned and gave the man a cruel smile. "Now leave me be,"
"But Voldemort wishes to see you," Lucius said in a whining tone; like a dog who tried to please at the thought of being beaten again.
"Then he can come up to my chambers," She retorted, "I'm busy,"
"He is busy as well," Lucius felt uneasy, She was not someone to have in a bad mood. At times she was even more formidable than her lover, the Dark lord himself.
"Very well, I will be down shortly. Leave and don't ever enter this room without announcing yourself first. Go Now!" She heard him scurrying out of her chambers. I really must change those wards again, she thought as she fingered the pendant.
She pulled on her cloak on and walked away from the window. Walking towards the door she looked at her jewelry box, dozens upon dozens on jewels lay there; each a tear drop shape. She sighed and walked out of her chambers and down through the familiar halls of what had at one time, not too long ago, been Hogwarts. Now it was Voldemort's Keep. She had the entire Gryffindor towers as her chambers. She also had the dungeons as well.
Voldemort would, could deny his Mistress nothing. Not even the opportunity to torture and kill all of her teachers and fellow students. She had even destroyed the famous Harry Potter.
Voldemort had spared her because she had been a cruel and untiring addition to his bed. She had been told every night for a week that she would die in the morning and it never happened. Voldemort grew to enjoy her company as well as he could enjoy anything and made her his Mistress.
She glided down the halls, down passages and stairs until she reached the great hall. Deatheaters were making there reports when she glided in. They all looked in her direction and quickly turned towards their various tasks. she glided up to where voldemort sat at the head table. "My lord," She smiled and glided up towards him, "Lucius said you wished to see me?"
"Yes," Lord Voldemort's voice hissed slightly as he smiled. "Please sit down." Voldemort watched her as she sat down, "Lucius has told me you wish to hold a feast,"
"Yes, to celebrate our victory over mudbloods," She smiled, "I have found the wine cellars and this should prove to be a rather entertaining as I have kept a few pets hidden from the deatheaters for sometime."
"And what have you hidden from me?" Voldemort asked curious, he would allow her to hold her feast it would make his minions trust her more.
"A dozen virgins, mudbloods all. For your use after the feast."
Voldemort and the deatheaters within hearing range all smiled. A dozen mudblood virgins were a rare thing indeed. "My dear you have out done yourself."
"Anything for my lord," She smiled, "If you'll allow me I must start the preparations
"Of course my dear," Voldemort watched the young woman, a truly rare find, he thought to himself, a gryffindor whose cruelty almost rivaled his own.
Mione felt his cold lips brush her neck, she shivered slightly. She turned and left the dais.
TBC?????
A/N: This is another unusual story, somewhat along the lines of The Good Doctor. Only not as much gore or mind games maybe.
~*~~~~~~~~A Tear of Silver Jade~~~~~~~~*~
She had been told on the eve of her eighteenth birthday that she had been adopted. She had been told by her Muggle 'parents' that she was indeed a pureblooded witch. She survived what so many hadn't. Now she was the Dark Lord's Mistress. She didn't love him. She killed her friends to protect them. She had killed the only man she had loved. She killed him to protect him. And now she was the only one left as she had been for the past three years
*******
Mione stood by the window of her vast tower chambers. Her black peasant dress clung to her curves as if the fabric itself was a second skin. Voldemort liked her in such pretty things, so dod the Deatheaters.
She fingered the small pendant at her throat. The small teardrop shaped stone was the rarest know gem in the wizarding world. She could buy all of England if she chose with that one stone. Silver jade was said, according to myth, to be the tears of a basilisk.
She didn't know whether this was true, but her stone held a warmth all it's own. It made her happy, the tear at her throat.
"My dear child, you shouldn't be standing there by that drafty window, Our lord would be disappointed in me," A tale and pale man stood beside her.
"Lucius, It's not drafty and you know better than to come in here unannounced. I have the power to castrate you. And being twenty hardly counts as being a child." She turned and gave the man a cruel smile. "Now leave me be,"
"But Voldemort wishes to see you," Lucius said in a whining tone; like a dog who tried to please at the thought of being beaten again.
"Then he can come up to my chambers," She retorted, "I'm busy,"
"He is busy as well," Lucius felt uneasy, She was not someone to have in a bad mood. At times she was even more formidable than her lover, the Dark lord himself.
"Very well, I will be down shortly. Leave and don't ever enter this room without announcing yourself first. Go Now!" She heard him scurrying out of her chambers. I really must change those wards again, she thought as she fingered the pendant.
She pulled on her cloak on and walked away from the window. Walking towards the door she looked at her jewelry box, dozens upon dozens on jewels lay there; each a tear drop shape. She sighed and walked out of her chambers and down through the familiar halls of what had at one time, not too long ago, been Hogwarts. Now it was Voldemort's Keep. She had the entire Gryffindor towers as her chambers. She also had the dungeons as well.
Voldemort would, could deny his Mistress nothing. Not even the opportunity to torture and kill all of her teachers and fellow students. She had even destroyed the famous Harry Potter.
Voldemort had spared her because she had been a cruel and untiring addition to his bed. She had been told every night for a week that she would die in the morning and it never happened. Voldemort grew to enjoy her company as well as he could enjoy anything and made her his Mistress.
She glided down the halls, down passages and stairs until she reached the great hall. Deatheaters were making there reports when she glided in. They all looked in her direction and quickly turned towards their various tasks. she glided up to where voldemort sat at the head table. "My lord," She smiled and glided up towards him, "Lucius said you wished to see me?"
"Yes," Lord Voldemort's voice hissed slightly as he smiled. "Please sit down." Voldemort watched her as she sat down, "Lucius has told me you wish to hold a feast,"
"Yes, to celebrate our victory over mudbloods," She smiled, "I have found the wine cellars and this should prove to be a rather entertaining as I have kept a few pets hidden from the deatheaters for sometime."
"And what have you hidden from me?" Voldemort asked curious, he would allow her to hold her feast it would make his minions trust her more.
"A dozen virgins, mudbloods all. For your use after the feast."
Voldemort and the deatheaters within hearing range all smiled. A dozen mudblood virgins were a rare thing indeed. "My dear you have out done yourself."
"Anything for my lord," She smiled, "If you'll allow me I must start the preparations
"Of course my dear," Voldemort watched the young woman, a truly rare find, he thought to himself, a gryffindor whose cruelty almost rivaled his own.
Mione felt his cold lips brush her neck, she shivered slightly. She turned and left the dais.
TBC?????
A/N: This is another unusual story, somewhat along the lines of The Good Doctor. Only not as much gore or mind games maybe.