A road to rule
by Eligoraym
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or Harry Potter, though the plot is mine. All rights go to their respective owner.
The Deatheater meeting
Lord Voldemort quietly looked to his subjects. They obediently waited for his lordship to address them. No one dared to speak or move too harshly. Then suddenly the door bust open and a petit figure in silver and black cape came through. In an instant every wand was aimed at the intruder. The moments became pregnant while everybody wondered how someone can have the courage to disturb their meeting. And anyway how did he know where are they?! It was only seconds when a lower Deatheater loosed his nerve and shouted: AVADA KEDAVRA! The two words set free reign to chaos. The mysterious hooded person soon was covered fully in green. When the lightshow ended there was silence. Deathly silence and fishlike gaps.
The killer curse was deflected.
Not one, but a hundred of it.
Some of them cautiously peeked to their Lord, but his face was stoic. For once the Deatheaters didn't know what to do. In hushed tone ideas started to exchange. Then a wind chime like giggle broke on another silence to the throne room. The figure was a woman! Though they don't have the time to think about it too much. In a heavenly clear voice she playfully said the tormenting hex. CRUTIO! Her angelic laughter mixed with their screams setting down the cacophonic cycle of life. Her laugh could bring stars to be born; their painful shrieks could wake the dead. to their ultimate surprise Lord Voldemort started to laugh in an amused way.
That's quite enough darling.
The woman walked in front of him, curtsied, and took a seat next to him on a freshly conjured small chair near the Dark Lord. There was another silence, though it was often broken by pained moans and sharp hisses. He stand up to greet their followers and smirked:
I think everyone learned the lessons, not to attack this Lady. From now on she will regularly attend to our meetings.
After the usual events Snape nervously paced through his chamber. He can't stop thinking about that woman. That was impossible. He didn't even see her face under the hood! It was unbelievable! How could she do that?! Deflect the killer curse, the very embodiment of everything dark and dangerous! And if it's not enough, hundreds of it at once! He started to replay the whole scene, when suddenly it downed to him. She had NOT used a wand. Hell, not even moved her hands or said anything! Damn it! She giggled with so much purity and innocence contradicting her choice of words. Crutio. From her lips it sounded like a sweet caress. Hmpf. His face twisted into an ironical smirk. The pain lasted only 10 seconds, but it was worse than 10 minutes from the Voldemort. She didn't aim it against their body, but to their soul. It felt like ripping it apart. That girl was amazing. Amazingly powerful. He dared to risk saying more powerful than the Dark Lord himself. Another grin – Oh yes, she deserved respect and every inch of her demeanor screamed authority and power. Then why was she bowing to Him? She sounded like someone who enjoyed their pain; there was almost zero possibility that she was forced to do that. And then why the frozen Hell did he call her DARLING???