Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its affiliated stuff.
A/N: Am currently sipping glass of Vodka with 50% Alcohol, so … yeah here it is. I wrote this like in 30 min. Kinda like it.
BTW I don't have a Beta so … yaay
Enjoy.
A Drugged OC (femHP) Insert
A somewhat expressionless face looked at him. "You know; if you would reabsorb some of your bitches you could take this fucking political shit space via non-lethal means. Like seriously why the fuck would you want to take over Magical Great Britain? Like it sucks. You could have started in France, because they seem rather competed." The raise of a non-existent eyebrow made the girl sigh. Before staring at the amused Dark Lord, the pain of his amusement tingling in the back of her mind. "Are you a sadist? Wait no; that was Rhetoric." The lipless mouth twisted into a cool smirk "Potter "Voldemort exhaled as he stalked around her captive form, with shadows trailing his every step, "How curious, how did you find out about that, "he hummed slightly in thought "the books are in the restricted section, if I remember correctly, have you been a naughty little girl?" he hissed out. The man's face mere centimetres from hers. Her laughter surprised him "Truly did you expect me to fear death? You fool I have been dead all along!" before pausing "But I do have to admit, you are an intelligent fool, scarily so." The dark Lord's hands holding her face were cold, talon like nails digging into the delicate skin of her scalp. Drawing blood.
The touch made the young girl black out, taking the opportunity Voldemort invaded the mind of his enemy. Surprised he slid of the girls' mind like water of an oil covered surface, instead his magic touched her very being the slate coloured (whole) soul seemed to wrap around his fractured piece, cradled within the warmth he found another piece of himself. A connection snapped into place. So deep that nothing would ever break it maybe death … but they weren't there yet. Magic, Blood and Soul. The backlash of that connection sent him reeling, thrown back into his new body, the man grinned. Eyes growing black as his magic rose again. Before frowning. Potter was half dead, some foaming spittle was collected in the corner of her mouth, eyes (so very green) glassy and wide.
Sending a curse towards Wormtail, killing him slowly, the screams were music in his ears. Negligently waving his wand towards the spare. The portkey and corps disappeared in a swirl of colour. Carrying his Horcrux towards the edge of the wards he had placed days ago and disappeared in shadows. Before reappearing on a decently sized Island in the Aegan Sea.
His new Pet would sleep ages away. She would be his eventually. Even if he had to wait a thousand years.