to readers-im so sorry for not updating but ive been very busy with work and all and probably won't update until perhaps feb or march. So here's a little taste of things to come. Thank you for the support, and I promise I will never give up on this story until it is told to completion. ~ sweetreverie
Elizabeth secretly took a deep breath before pushing open the door and entering the room on the other side.
There, sitting with a monstrous green snake coiled on his lap, was a half-beast, half-man who had cold, black eyes and disturbing lack of nose. This was indeed the first time Elizabeth had come face to face with Lord Voldemort and the sight of him made her slightly taken aback.
"So glad you could join Nagini and me here. I believe you were hoping to join something else as well?"
His face was completely still as he said these words and Elizabeth couldn't help but think that perhaps his face was made of marble. It was certainly pale enough.
"It's an honour, my Lord, to be able to see you on such short notice." She paused. "And yes, I desire to join you in your quest to…purify the wizarding race."
He chuckled coldly, "So I see the Malfoys have taught you your manners. Elizabeth Potter, am I correct? Why should I allow you to join my army, when your brother is the very boy I seek to kill? I would be doing myself a great disservice by letting a possible spy into my ranks."
It was Elizabeth's turn to smile. "That may be so, but perhaps it could be the other way around. I could be your spy, or do you not trust that I am a true Slytherin?"
The place where Voldemort's eyebrows would have been raised high up to his forehead. He then hissed something at the snake on his lap and it slithered off him, allowing him to get up and inspect Elizabeth properly. He circled around behind her and she could feel a force send chills up and down her spine.
"Even so, how do I know that you won't be found out by your very own brother? I have had many a dim-witted servant fail me before…"
Elizabeth turned towards Voldemort and looked him squarely in the eyes.
"While Harry is definitely the special one, I am definitely the more gifted one, especially when it comes to the minds."
Voldemort smirked. "Is that so?"
Elizabeth immediately felt a monstrous assault on her brain, a force a hundred times more powerful than when Dumbledore had tried to break into her mind during her Sorting five years before. Elizabeth looked away from the slitted eyes of the Dark Lord and gathered all her thoughts and memories into one place and protected as best she can, keeping a straight face all the while. However, it felt like someone was taking a hammer and nail to her barricaded mind, and although it was a fairly strong wall, she still felt a resounding pain at each attack.
It started with a nudge. Then, it built up into a powerful force. Elizabeth had slowly gained control over her sieged mind as the poundings weakened over time. She saw it—a fraction of a second gap between attacks—and took her opportunity. Raising her eyes to meet the Dark Lord's, she whispered, "Repulsio manifestio."
A ghostly hand from Elizabeth's wand snaked towards Voldemort. However, it dissipated at the moment it was about to touch the Dark Lord's colorless crown of a head. There was no sign of effort on Voldemort's face, but Elizabeth caught sight of his wand hand trembling for a second.
"So the Malfoys do have a valuable asset after all," hissed the pale figure. His voice had changed from quiet amusement to a something that almost resembled joy. "Very well, hold out your arm and repeat after me…"