Hello everyone! I truly hope you like this! I haven't really tried writing about Voldemort but I thought it would be refreshing. So here you are, and I hope you give it a shot! Oh and a review would be very much appreciated!
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To Love a Lord
Chapter One
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The death of Harry Potter changed everyone's lives forever. Whether they were pureblood, muggle born or muggle, that fateful day in June made someone's life different. For Alys Mulciber, her life made no change at all. As she had grown up the daughter of a faithful Death Eater, what happened was that her parents no longer had to hide from fear of the Ministry. Growing up with Death Eater's around her all the time, helped shape her into the person she was. She wasn't a Death Eater herself, and never really planned on ever becoming one. Alys didn't agree or disagree with anything that Dark Lord did. When he came back into power, Alys knew there was nothing anyone could do after that to change it.
It wasn't that she was so indifferent in the outcome of people's lives, because she wasn't. She actually cared about them very much. But having grown up with a Death Eater as a father, Alys knew to respect the Dark Lord and to never question what he wanted done. After she left Hogwarts, Alys became a sort of a wizarding world social worker for those in need of help and homes. Before the fall of Harry Potter she worked with all kinds of people; purebloods that had fallen out of luck after the first fall of the Dark lord, Muggle-Borns who couldn't get a job because of their blood type, and even squibs who had been cast out by their families because they hadn't inherited that magic trait. But then, of course after the Dark Lord returned, even her job changed. She was no longer able to help those muggle born and squibs, only those of pureblood. And when the pureblood's did come in for job and status help, she was required to suggest becoming a Death Eater before all other options.
Even though she was 23 years of age, Alys stilled lived with her parents, at their large home just outside of London. In fact, it was at that exact house that she met the Dark Lord for the very first time. After Lord Voldemort succeeded in defeating Harry Potter every Death Eater family help parties in his honor, celebrating their victory. One summer evening, Alys' father hosted a masque ball, in which he was honored to know that the Dark Lord himself had decided to attend.
Alys decided to dress as a fairy queen, with her costume covered in shimmery blue and green fabrics, a Victorian style corset, tons and tons of glitter, and a pair of wings that spanned eight feet in total expanse. All of this was completed with a simple mask that covered only her upper face.
The party had been one of the most fun times Alys had had in years. Most of the night she danced in their homes' ball room with so many men, she last count of who was who.
At one point during the night, the Dark Lord arrived with a beautiful woman at his side that everyone knew to be Bellatrix Lestrange. Although he had many mistresses, everyone knew that Bellatrix was his number one woman. No one messed with her, as she was practically his queen in all but name. It was also widely know that they got into huge fights, either with her bothering him, of him doing something that displeased her, but every fight ended with them making up loudly in whatever room they happened to be in.
Towards the end of the night, when Alys had decided that she needed some fresh air, she wondered over to one of the many large windows that were open and reclined herself up against a wall, allowing herself some time to breath. Not only was the corset constricting her lungs, but the room had gotten very hot with all the activity.
She was just about to motion for a waiter to bring her a cooled glass of champagne when she noticed that the Dark Lord himself was making his way towards her. He wasn't even trying to seem inconspicuous, with his dark eyes staring her down, and a slight smirk. Alys couldn't help but let out a slight gasp, and hoped that he couldn't tell just how flustered he made her feel.
"My lord!" She let out a soft exclamation when he was close enough to hear her. She had never actually met the Dark Lord before, and had only ever seen him from a far, so she had never noticed just how tall he really was. He was at least a full head taller than she, with his full muscles showing through his black costume attire. Voldemort had come dressed as a dark pirate King, with a plain yet regal black mask that covered the right ride of his face.
His smirk grew into a grin when he heard her small gasp at his approach. Who was this beautiful creature? Surely he should have seen her before, had she been in his 'court'. She had to have been new. "And who are you?" They were just far enough away that he could smell refreshing aroma of her perfume.
"Alys Mulciber, My Lord." Was really all she could get out, and for that she internally kicked herself. Normally she couldn't make herself stop from saying witty and sarcastic things. Now he'd start to think that all she was was a boring little girl.
Voldemort looked intrigued now. "Oh? I don't remember Mulciber having a daughter."
Alys blushed under his gaze, "I was really very young when the first catastrophe happened, and I was never truly required from my father to become an official follower, so I'm truly not surprised you had no idea I existed." She gave him a nervous smile, "My lord." She hurriedly added.
"You think it catastrophic what happened 17 years ago?"
"Oh absolutely my lord! We were left with that idiot Fudge as Minister, and with many of your faithful followers locked up. I can remember my father staying up at night, determined to find out how to find you."
Voldemort let out a chuckle, "He's taught you well on being faithful." Alys blushed again.
"I'm sorry my lord, did I say something that offended you?"
"I'm just relieved to know that I'll have a true follower soon." Alys wasn't exactly sure what he meant by this, so instead of making herself sound stupid, she decided to keep her mouth shut and wait for her lord to go on. Without a word, Voldemort grabbed her left hand and held it in his. "I can't help but notice that you don't seem to be promised to anyone, am I correct?"
Alys' blush deepened. "You're correct my lord. In truth I think it's my jobs fault, and partly my fathers." She smiled up at him, then seeing his slightly confused look she went on, "Well, there's always going to be people in need of a job, a place to stay or food so I'm kept busy with that. Then my father always seems to disapprove of any young men who seem to be interested in courting me."
"Well if they are mostly young men, then I see why. No father would want to hand their daughter over to some boy who couldn't take care of their beautiful daughter." Voldemort couldn't help himself. This young woman was absolutely breathtaking, and he was almost angry with himself that he never noticed her before.
While Voldemort stared at her, Alys couldn't help but notice Bellatrix Lestrange sending a glare her way, and looked away embarrassed. Voldemort seemed to know what had immediately what had made her react this way, and again he chuckled. "Don't let Bella frighten you, she always get's jealous when she sees me talking to gorgeous women." Her blush rose again. Then before either of them could say another word, they could hear the clock sound midnight, motioning everyone to take off their masks and reveal themselves.
It seemed time slowed as they both did this, watching each other for reactions. He was more handsome than she remembered, and she more beautiful than he thought. Neither one of them spoke, both in awe of what they saw. And then, just before she was about to say something, he swiftly turned on his heels and walked away from her. She tried not to feel ashamed or offended, but try as she might; embarrassment ebbed its way into her. It wasn't a second afterwards before she herself pulled away from the window and made her way all the way upstairs to her bedroom, where she could hide by herself.
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The following morning, when Alys did not come down for breakfast, but requested for it to be brought up to her room, her mother became rather worried. She had seen the Dark Lord talking to her last night, and then this morning her husband told her the good news, so why was Alys refusing to come out of her room. After giving her some time alone to think, Jane Mulciber made her way up the large staircase to see what was going on with her only daughter.
Alys was so embarrassed, even more so the next morning than she had been the night before. What had she done? She had made a fool of herself and quite possibly her family in front of the Dark Lord, in front of his mistress. They're probably laughing together about my foolishness. She thought angrily. There was a knock on her bedroom door but she ignored it. There was no way she was coming out of her room, and she didn't care if she was acting like a immature teenager, she had just made the most embarrassing act of her life.
Another knock came, this time more insistent. "Go away." She begged rather than ordered.
"Honey, let me in. I don't know what you're so upset about. This is the greatest honor any woman would dream of having." Alys frowned at this. With curiosity pulsing through her veins, she opened her door to reveal her mother smiling at her.
"What on earth are you talking about?" She demanded. "How is every girl wishing that they could make fools of themselves in front of the most powerful man in the world?" She turned around, walking to her vanity chair, neither inviting her mother in, nor telling her to leave.
"What are you talking about?" Her mother laughed at her daughters ridiculous actions. Obviously she had no idea what kind of impression she had actually made on the Dark Lord. "Honestly darling I don't think you realize what truly happened last night." She sat down behind her daughter on her bed, looking at her reflection at the mirror. "Don't you realize just how smitten he is of you?"
Alys looked at her mother incredulously. "Smitten? I made a fumbling fool of myself in front him last night! How could the Dark Lord possibly be smitten with something like me, when he can go home with someone like Bellatrix?"
Her mother gave another bout of laughter. "A fumbling fool? Darling you were anything but! After you came up her last night, in what we all thought was a fit of excitement, the Dark Lord came to your father and I and explained he'd like to court you."
Alys stared at her mothers' reflection. Court her? "Honestly?" She asked in earnest
"Truly." Her mother was still smiling, but now more so with the fact that her daughter had stopped her foolish ravings.
"But how he could…I mean I was…I mean…" She didn't have a clue what to say! Court the Dark Lord? That would be one step below marrying him, and one step ahead being his mistress!
"Well now I see what you mean by being a fumbling fool. Honestly Alys, if you don't know what to say, and can't say it perfectly, then don't say it all." This would have normally bothered Alys, as she always hoped to please her mother, but this was different. She hadn't actually ruined things like she thought she had! But to be with the Dark Lord? How was she supposed to go about doing that?
"Well we'll have to find you a whole new wardrobe." Her mother said, as if she had read her daughters thoughts. "And we'll have to restyle this bedroom; the furnishings are way too dull for the future wife of the Dark Lord." Alys' eyes widened.
"Don't get ahead of yourself mother, honestly. I've only talked to him once, how can you possibly be predicting a marriage?" But she couldn't help but giggle at the situation. What if she were to marry him? Everything would change.
"Now dear, how about we get started on that new wardrobe of yours, hmm? The Dark Lord will probably want to start courting you as soon as possible, more than likely as soon as tonight, so we better get a move on." And before Alys could agree or even nod her head, her mother made her way out of the room, speaking orders to the house elves.
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The Dark Lord hadn't decided to start the courting that night, but if not for some very good reasons and some small thankfulness on Alys' part.
After Voldemort had decided to have a courtship with her, and after she was told the news, the gossip mills started overflowing. By the end of the night, everyone in the wizarding world knew about the new relationship. And unfortunately that meant that Bellatrix also found out. According to the rumors, Bella was in such a rage that no one dared try to stop her, not even the Dark Lord. He supposedly just sat letting her rant and rave, all the while half-heartedly trying to explain his reasons. Then, when he had had enough, Voldemort apparently shook her until she stopped her screaming, and then calmly told her that she had 48 hours to figure out where to go. But those were just rumors, and who honestly believed those?
Alys on the other hand also had a lot on her 'plate' to deal with as well. Only hours after her mother told her the news, swarms of people began flitting in and out of the manor. Her room that had once been nice shades of cream, black and gold, was now sapphire blue, with white trimmings and dark wooded furniture. Her bed, which had been a full, was replaced with a king size. Alys honestly did not believe that she needed such a large bed, but when her mother insisted, there was really no way of stopping her.
Her wardrobe was also updated to the latest fashions, mostly filled with skirts and dresses. All of them running from blacks to emerald greens and royal blues. Some pieces were even in reds, although that color was mostly set aside. All pieces were to be worn underneath grand robes of either matching or complimentary colors. All of her shoes were replaced with either new versions of themselves or just new pairs. Her jewelry had been sorted through and added two, as well as her perfume and make-up.
It wasn't for another two days that Alys received an owl at breakfast saying that Voldemort was coming to pay her a visit that afternoon. "Why on earth has it taken him so long?" Her mother exclaimed.
"Darling…" Was all her father warned from behind his copy of the Daily Prophet. Besides, they all knew the real reason he had waited so long to call on her, and the reason was Bellatrix. She had done what she was told, found a place to leave and had her things moved out by 48 hours, but she had thrown fits the whole time.
"Mother, don't be so anxious, he is the ruler of the entire wizarding word after all. I'm sure he has things to do." Alys tried to reason with her, all the while hoping that her own anxiousness wasn't showing through. "Now, if you wouldn't mind, I need to start preparing for this afternoon." She gave a brave smile to her mother, kissed her father on the top of his head, and walked out of the dining room, up to her own.
