A/N: Andromeda is taken prisoner by Lord Voldemort. AU. Andromeda/Lord Voldemort. I've never even heard of this pairing and it was definitely difficult to write. I couldn't think of a situation that could bring these too close to each other enough for it to be 'romantic'. This is what I came up with. Tell me your thoughts. RxR. FxF.

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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): Speed Drabble

Greek Mythology Mega Prompt Challenge: Andromeda (fitting) - Write about being imprisoned for something that wasn't their fault.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Andromeda stared out the window with tears in her eyes. She had lost track of the number of days she had been kept prisoner here but that didn't change the fact that she was still being held here against her will. She cursed Bellatrix for the twentieth time. How could your own flesh and blood, your older sister who was supposed to look out for you, sell you out?

Andromeda shook her head. She really shouldn't have been that surprised though. Bellatrix had always been a selfish person, thinking more of her own personal gain than the welfare of others. She had just hoped Bellatrix held some importance on family, but this said differently.

Andromeda drew her black robe closer to her skin, the only article of clothing she was allowed to wear at nights. She had not yet disobeyed the man's, make that monster's, wishes but she definitely did not know what would happen if she didn't.

The door behind her creaked open and she felt the temperature drop in the room. She dared not look around too quickly as she tried to hold on to the illusion that she was simply staring out at the most beautiful garden in the world, and not in the presence of the monster.

"Black always becomes you, my darling," he said softly. She heard his own robe fall to the floor and then his light steps come towards.

She closed her eyes and a lone tear slipped from the corner of her eyes. His tongue darted out of his mouth to lick them off her cheek. "Don't cry, my dear. It'll all be over soon."

She shuddered a bit and shut her eyes tighter, trying to forget the feeling on his tongue on her skin. It would not be over soon. It would never be over until she was away from this place and back to her Ted.

"He's not worth it, Andromeda. He is filth, the scum of the Earth. He is not worth your time, your energy or your blood. You are better than that," he growled into her ear.

"No, he more than that! I love him!" she screamed before she clamped a hand over her mouth.

He grinned at her and then said softly, 'You love the mudblood. Let's make a deal then, Andromeda." He spun her to face him. She took in the spidery veins close to the surface of his skin, the network crossing at so many points she couldn't trace a definite path. He was slim, his frame almost skeletal and she knew just how cold he felt against her own skin. The bones of his face were just and prominent and the skin was stretched tautly over his facial muscles.

"If you give yourself to me willingly, instead of me having to take you by force, I will spare the mudblood," he bargained.

Andromeda's mouth opened in shock. How could she do that? How could she give herself to another man when she loved Ted with all her heart?

"It's that or I kill him," he said plainly. He took a hand and moved if softly over her cheek. "What will it be, Andromeda?"

She knew she could not trust the man to keep his word. Even if she did give herself to him, he could easily kill Ted without a second thought and she would never know. But if she did this, then Ted at least had a chance. She nodded as her lip trembled and he smiled again. "You made the right decision, Andromeda."