AN: kk, so sorry I haven't updated. I was having trouble making this chapter semi censored, not wanting it to be too detailed. Anyway, R&R and tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, but I do own this plot, and all the characters I created.

Chapter 2

I was put into a room after arriving at the Riddle Manor. It was a large, luxurious room, complete with a huge, fluffy bed, bookshelves, and even a window seat. I didn't touch any of those things, merely paced around the room, trying to think of a way to get out without anyone noticing. It would be difficult, I knew, but it didn't mean it couldn't be done.

My mind wondered to Titus, the man I call father but in reality wasn't. I wondered where he was, and if he was well. Could they have gotten him while he was at work? Was he in a slave camp now? Had he been killed? Or was he still at work, doing overtime and just happened to forget to tell me? Not likely. He told me everything to keep me from worrying, which I always did. Just as my thoughts were drifting towards my real father the bedroom door burst open. I turned around quickly and saw standing in the entrance of the double doors was Him.

He moved in a snakelike manner, shutting the doors behind him and facing me with an evil grace. He moved to the bed and lay down on it, lounging as he looked up at me.

His red cat eyes were studying me as he drawled, "Tell me about yourself, Oralee."

I didn't look into his eyes, to help prevent him from using Legilimency on me, and I put up a wall to block anything else.

"What would you like to know?"

"You could tell me where you were born, where you were educated, who your parents are. Anything will suffice."

"I was born in Carmarthen, Wales, about four years after your… short downfall." I chanced a glance at him and saw him watching me very intently, and so I looked away, walking around the room, blocking my mind and holding it together as best as I could.

"My father moved us here when I was ten because of work, but instead to sending me to Hogwarts the next year, the year of the Tri Wizard Tournament, he kept me home. He was still shaken up after the Chamber of Secrets being opened."

I heard an eerie chuckle come from the bed and had to hold back a shudder of disgust. I knew that either he thought my father was a fool or that my story was a load of rubbish. I prayed it was the first.

"When Father discovered that my first year at Hogwarts would have been the exact same place and time as you were reborn he was frantic and wouldn't let me out of his sight for some time. When I was thirteen, the year Albus Dumbledore was killed, my mother was also murdered. She had insisted on attending the battle at Hogwarts, and when my father was gone, working, my mother left me to fight." I felt my emotions starting to try and get the best of me, but I kept them at bay and my mental shield up at the same time.

"The next year Harry Potter fought you and was killed, washing the wizarding world into poverty and death, and as two years went by our problems became worse," I turned to face him finally, "and now here we are."

He mockingly clapped his hands, "Lovely story."

My eyes blazed, "Of course it would be lovely to you, a monster who finds pleasure in other's suffering."

"Such fire in your words!" the snake said with amusement and a hint of something else that I couldn't place.

"What do you want with me?" I demanded, "Surely I am not merely some pitiful girl you wish to bully to make yourself feel more worthy, am I?"

He pulled himself off the bed and slowly walked towards me, "No, my dear. You hold a much more important role than that." I felt a shiver go through me at his words. "You see, I have been searching for the perfect woman to bear my heir. Someone powerful; hotheaded; witty. I have been looking for four years now, ever since I was reborn. I am pleased to say that I have found that bearer." His hand caressed my cheek and I jumped back, wide-eyed and clutching the windowsill behind me as I looked at him in horror.

"Y-you're joking. You have to be joking! Oh my God! You sick bastard! Get the hell away from me!" I pushed myself away against the window as I looked at his malicious smirk on his snake face.

"No, Oralee, this is no joke." He spoke as he got closer to me, quickly deflecting a spell I hadn't even realized I'd sent out. "You have strong blood, I can sense it. Tell me, what are your parents? Pureblood, Half-blood, or Mudblood?"

I couldn't find my voice as I looked up at him openmouthed and in total shock. I could feel a small pull in my mind and a shield was quickly up without a blink of an eye, throwing the man out with a small jolt.

"My mother is a pureblood, well known and loved to all in Wales during her young age, though would likely not be remembered any longer. My father, however, is known by all, both in the wizarding and muggle world. His blood does not matter nor should his magical power be judged by it." My eyes flashed, and my words were hot, but I felt terrified inside. This… thing wanted me to have his heir! Who wouldn't be scared?

He chuckled, a scary sound, "Mudblood then."

I brought my hand up, about to smack him for saying such a vile word about my father, but he grabbed my wrist before my palm could even connect with his face. I tried to pull it away, but he kept his grip tight, digging his nail into my skin. He caressed my cheek with his other hand, and I tried to pull away to the best of my ability, but as I brought my other hand up to push him away he ceased it as well, holding both my wrists with only one of his hands. My eyes looked frantically around the room, trying to find something, anything, to help me.

As if reading my thought, he pushed me against the window hard, leaning in towards my ear he hissed, "Nothing can help you now."

He brought his lips away from my ear and crushed them onto her lips. I struggled, trying to pull away, but he only crushed me further, harder into the window, until I was wincing in pain. I bit down on his lip, drawing blood, and he pulled back, hitting me across the face. I gasped as my face was thrown to look away from him. He threw me across the room, and I landed on the bed, once again being attacked before I could muster any strength to move. He push me onto the bed, ripping my clothes from my body until I was bare before his vile, blood red eyes. My magic lashed out at him in defense, catching him unaware, but it didn't stop him, and he scent his own magic out on me, making me scream with pain as he used an unforgivable wordlessly on me. I screamed and withered under him as the pain coursed through me, and it seemed like forever before it ended.

As soon as the pain was gone, I felt his chapped lips crash down onto mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth and running his sharp nails over my body, leaving scratches across my soft, vulnerable flesh. All too soon I felt him dive into me, causing me to scream with pain as he moved in roughly and without the slightest concern for me. My screams were loud and were going hoarse as he took me multiple times, and when he finally left me I was only a broken heap on the large bed.