"Mum?" James whispered, his small fingers knotting into the back of Elodie's shirt, "Why are they here?"
"I don't know," she replied, her eyes traveling over the men in her house, "Go into the kitchen."
"He can stay here," a Death Eater barked, pointing his wand at James as her son made a move for the kitchen. Elodie pulled him back behind her, keeping her wand raised challengingly. Several chuckled around her, and she raised an eyebrow, "So have you all actually come here for something? Or just wanted to have a night out?"

Again they were silent, and Elodie's arm began to shake from holding it up for so long.

"Where are the others?"
"What others?" she snarled, her eyes flashing dangerously. The Death Eater closest to her laughed, his voice cold and distant, "The three other men that apparated in with you... The ones who went off into the trees to plot. Where are they now? Run away?"
He paused, then flicked his wand at her, "Expelliarmus!"

Her wand was instantly ripped from her hand, and it sailed across the room, her eyes following it as it bounced along the wood floor. She cursed loudly in her head, wishing she had been more prepared for some sort of attack. And now she was weaponless...
Her mind raced, and she poked James in the chest, her hands behind her back, then pointed to the fire poker. With the quick reflexes his father always bragged about, James lashed out, yanked the fire poker out of the canister, and handed it to Elodie.

It was useless against a wand, but at least she had something.

A smaller Death Eater received a nod, and he moved across the room toward Elodie, his hand out-stretched, ready to rip the metal object away. When he was close enough, Elodie swung at him with all her might, slamming the poker into his head, and knocking him out.

"Whoa, mum," James praised, smirking. She shot him a grin and held up her new weapon, daring anyone else to come close.
"Well, well, well," her nearest Death Eater chuckled, "Kitten's got claws."

Elodie's hand faltered for a moment, and her eyes locked through the skull mask of the Death Eater. That voice. How he said Kitten. It sounded like... No.
There was suddenly a great commotion from three spots in the house, and Elodie groaned. She hadn't expected there to be this many Death Eaters, and she had a feeling her three rescuers had been caught, same as she.

"Dad!"
"Ah, look here men, our brave Edward Potter seems rather beside himself," her 'Kitten' Death Eater snorted, stepping aside and watching as Edward, Gill and Hirman were tossed in, their wands in the hands of their captors.
Normally, if there had only been a few of the enemy, a confrontation would have been easy. However, there were just so many Death Eaters, it would have been suicide.

"You all right?" she inquired, helping Gill to his feet. He was in shape, but clearly having a little trouble with all the rough handling he was getting. He brushed her off and pulled James closer between him and Edward, probably thinking it was the best place for the boy. She agreed, but it was still annoying to have her child taken.

"Silent as ever," a Death Eater laughed, "What's the matter... Cat got your tongue? We're just Death Eaters... You'd think professional aurors would be used to us!"

Now that voice was completely familiar. Edward clued in around the same time as Elodie and Hirman, and he glared, "Get out of my house, Adrian Malfoy, or I swear-"
"You'll do what, Potter?" Adrian laughed coldly, "Throw me out?"
"He won't be doing it alone," Hirman snapped, stepping up with Edward. Adrian snorted, "So the little Weasley mouse will help... Really? Come now, there are nearly six of us to the one of you."
"If you're going to kill us, just get it over with," Gill stated loudly, resting his hands on James's shoulders, "Because this is really just a waste of time."
"An old man wishes for death so quickly," the Death Eater beside Elodie cooed, "We're not here to kill you."
"Then why are you here?" Elodie demanded, staring into his eyes once again. They were green.

No.

"Yes," he whispered, taking a step closer, "You remember, don't you?"
"Who are you?" she spat, countering his step by moving backwards. He smiled, "Why don't you answer... You already seem to know."
"Get away from my wife!" Edward snarled, stepping towards Elodie. However, a pair of Death Eaters stepped forward and restrained him. He struggled, naturally, and another stepped in to help. Hirman took the hint and grabbed Elodie, holding her behind him. The Death Eater removed his wand and flung a silent curse at him, sending him hurling across the room and into the hands of more Death Eaters, keeping his unconscious body in place.

"Leave him alone," Elodie pleaded. She couldn't believe this was happening. She, an auror! Her husband - the leader of their team! And here they were, at the mercy of a crew of Voldemort's followers.

"Allow me to introduce myself then," the man laughed, stepping back and removing his mask. He bowed low, shielding his face, "They call me He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Name, and You-Know-Who. I, however, prefer Lord Voldemort."

Elodie shook with a hint of fright, and each of the men flinched at the name. Not as much as a normal wizard would, but they still flinched.

But here he was! The man they were trying to kill! To capture! Track down! And they were helpless.

His head rose, and she finally caught a look at him. Her eyes widened, and he grinned, "But I think you know me as Tom Riddle."
"No..." Elodie breathed, her knees nearly giving out beneath her. Edward grunted from behind her, "Tom Riddle?! I should have killed you back in school you piece of filth!"

Edward writhed to the floor as a multitude of Crucio! curses were launched his way. Elodie bit her lip with concern and went to help him, but Tom, or Voldemort, whatever he was calling himself, grasped her arm and dragged her back, shoving her into the wall. She squealed softly and immediately began to struggle, digging her nails into his hands and trying to get him to release her.

What was she doing?! This was The Lord Voldemort! The one who had brought pain, and chaos, to the Ministry for years now!

But... But he was Tom Riddle. The very person who had fascinated her life for years.

Not anymore. She had Edward now, and she loved him, very, very much.

"Let me go," she growled, releasing a soft gasp when he pushed harder against her, "What do you want?"
"You and I need to talk in private," he stated. She glared, "I have nothing to say to you."
He grinned, then pulled her away from the wall and tossed her to a pair of Death Eaters, "Check for anything concealed. And you're lucky, Mrs. Potter, because all you'll need to do is listen."

Hands ran over her arms and legs, causing her to struggle against her captors. Edward let out an angry yell from the floor as hands skimmed her behind and chest.

"She's clean," the Death Eater concluded, gripping her arm painfully. Tom... Voldemort smirked, "Good. Come, Mrs. Potter, show me somewhere private."
James suddenly pushed free from Gill and launched himself at Voldemort, kicking his shins, "Leave her alone! Leave her alone!"
"James!" Elodie gasped, ripping away from the pair holding her, then dragging James away before Voldemort could hit him with a curse.
"They're hurting you," James whispered as she led him back to Gill. The wizard placed his hands back on James's shoulders, this time a little more firmly. Elodie nodded, "Yes, yes they are... But they're going to hurt you if you do anything stupid, ok? Do everything your father tells you."
"Yes, mum."
"Tick tock, Mrs. Potter," Voldemort murmured, poking her with his foot. A few of his followers laughed and his face literally shone with smugness. She rose and folded her shirt down, trying to keep some dignity, "There's a back storage room... Will that do?"
"Of course," he said dramatically, "Lead the way."

Elodie met Edward's eyes, and he shook his head, but she ignored him. The Death Eaters moved to the side, allowing her to walk through with Voldemort close at her heels. His soft boots barely made a sound on the hardwood floor, and there were several times she was tempted to look back to see if he was still there.

The storage room was supposed to be a room for a maid, but the family never really needed one, since they used magic to clean, so the small room was virtually empty. She opened the wooden door forcefully and stepped in, turning to face him. He closed the door, his face blank, and used his wand to dim the light.

"Why are you here?" she inquired, her voice strong and even. He raised an eyebrow, "I thought you didn't have anything to say? It's not polite to lie."
"How dare you," she seethed, "How dare you?! Coming into my house, harassing my child!"
"I can do what I please," he laughed, pointing his wand at her, "And if you insist on ranting, I will just have to silence you."
She bit her tongue, glaring fiercely at him. He chuckled, "How bold you've gotten... I want to break you all over again."
"Keep away from me," she growled, stepping back away from him when he inched toward her, "I assume you brought me here for a reason?"
"Of course," he replied, grinning, "I have a proposal for you."
"I don't want to hear it."
"I'll kill them if you won't hear me out," he hissed, sliding his wand between two fingers, "Now be silent and listen."

"Tom-"
"Hush," he chuckled, stepping toward her and finally closing the space between them. Her heart began to panic. She was trapped. Trapped between a wall and a snake.
"Get away from me!" she groaned, pushing against his chest. He clutched her hands and held them together, "Come away with me."
She went limp, her jaw dropping, "W-What?"
"Ah, my stutter," he laughed, "I need you. Together, we can control this whole wizarding world. My followers have intelligence, but nothing compared to you. Come with me, and I can give you everything you've ever desired."
"I have everything," she remarked quickly, "My job is to arrest you... And you always seem to slip away."

He snorted and finally released her, stepping back. He had aged, naturally, but there was such an eerie presence surrounding his entire being that she began to shake again.

"You call this everything?" he snapped, motioning to the small, empty room, "This is nothing!"
"Life doesn't revolve around pushing for things you can't achieve!" she argued, "I'm happy with my life! I love my son, and I love my husband!"
"I can't understand why you went for Potter," he chuckled, "Potter is pathetic."
"He's more then you'll ever be," she hissed, "So much more."
He merely smiled, "So you refuse?"
"Yes," she muttered. Voldemort turned away from her, "Then I want you to fetch me the ring I gave you."
"Fine," Elodie grumbled, "It's nothing but bad memories."
"Somehow I doubt that," Voldemort purred, his eyes sweeping over her as she led him out of the storage room, and up a narrow flight of stairs. The Death Eaters were talking loudly amongst themselves in the living room, sometimes sending a sneer out at Edward and Gill.
Elodie stopped on the staircase, listening to a curse being laughed out at her Edward. She turned, only to find Voldemort was blocking her way down the stairs.

"What's the matter, Mrs. Potter?" Voldemort inquired, smiling when a cry echoed from the living room. Her eyes widened, "James!"
Desperately, she tried to find a way around him, but with one arm clamped on the railing and the other pressed against the wall, he made it impossible.
"Please," she whispered, "Don't let them hurt him!"
"There are four hims downstairs," he murmured, stepping up a stair toward her, his nose nudging up into hers. She scowled and continued up the stairway, moving quickly through the upper-level and into her room, going straight for her jewelry box on the dresser. She had always kept his ring, beneath everything else. For some reason, she could not bring herself to get rid of it.

"Here," she drawled, holding up the plain ring, "Don't see why you want it."
"Hold onto it for now," he murmured, reaching for her hand and holding it painfully, practically dragging her out of the room and down the stairs, back into the living room.
"My dear, dear followers," Voldemort began, grinning wolfishly, "She declined."

There was a chorus of 'What a pity!' and 'Silly girl!' that began to make Elodie feel uneasy. She tried to use her free hand to claw away at his as it gripped her other hand, cutting off the blood circulation to her fingers.

"Now, we have a lovely spell for her, don't we," Voldemort continued, pulling her in front of him and resting his wand under her chin.
Hirman was back on his feet, and it took four Death Eaters to restrain both him and Edward. Gill, however, seemed much more focused on keeping James out of everything, and from getting hurt.

"T-Tom," Elodie stuttered, wincing when he pulled her hand tighter back behind her body. He smiled, his usual charming smile, "Not Tom. Not anymore. Not even for you."
"Let her go! Or I will personally mark your death," Edward spat, struggling even more harshly then before.

Elodie felt the cold wood of his wand pressing into her throat and she gulped, looking longingly at James. She didn't want to see her end like this. This was a pathetic way of dying.
Voldemort pressed his mouth to her ear, "Doesn't he look so much like his dear, Gryffindor father? Tsk. What a waste."
Elodie thrashed against him, hating the way he felt against her. He felt foreign; not her comfortable Edward anymore.

"You'll thank me later," he laughed. She glanced at him and noted he was looking directly at Edward as he laughed, "Say goodbye Elodie... Obliviate."

*-

"No!"

The sound of pain riddled in Potter's voice was delicious, and as Elodie's body fell limp in his arms, he watched Potter's face contort with rage.

All for you, Tom, all for you.

Yes, everything was aimed at him. He knew it.

The other aurors in the room seemed in disbelief and shock.
They should. The powerful Lord Voldemort attacks, and all he does is cast a simple second year spell. However, that was the only spell that was needed.

Now she would forget, and he could mold her.

She's all for you, Tom, she's all for you.

He and his closest servants had worked out a plan. There was a way to manipulate the curse to only make her forget a few select things. Voldemort would take her back and work on her memories, making sure her intelligence does not go to waste.

However, if this doesn't work, he'll just dispose of her. Or use her for other uses...

The possibilities were endless!

He grinned.

"Hold her," he grumbled, handing Elodie's body to Adrian's arms. Quickly, he ripped off her wedding ring and replaced it with his own ring. Sneering at Edward, he tossed the larger ring to the wizard, "Can't have anything that will help her memory come back, can we?"
"You... You fucking-"

A servant silenced him, and Voldemort smiled, "I'm leaving now... But, have some fun with them. Leave the whelp be though."
For some odd reason, he didn't want to boy hurt. There was some sort of attachment to him that Voldemort wanted. Perhaps, when the boy was old enough, he would come serve Voldemort.

Oh, glory! That would just kill Edward.

"You're only doing this because she rejected you," Edward snarled, "You're ruining a woman's life over something idiotic!"
"Fool," Voldemort snorted, "I don't care whether she left me or not... She's with me now, isn't she?"

Watch him fall, Tom, watch him fall.

No. He was done here.

He retrieved Elodie from Adrian and hoisted her up, nodding to his men before apparating away, the screams of Edward Potter fresh in his ears.

When he arrived back in his chambers, he set her down on the bed. His eyes adjusted to the darkness faster then normal, and he pulled his wand out of pocket, tapping it against his chin and thinking.

What should she wear?

Something matching to him, something that would show they were married. The pale blue dress she was in now was just so distasteful, not to mention common.
His robes were fine silk, for the first time he could afford it. Deep greens, black and white were among his usual tones. Elodie, however, seemed suited for dark blues and red, maybe a purple?

Decisions decisions.

He placed his wand on her stomach and murmured a transfiguring spell softly, watching her dress mold into something different. The cotton dress changed into a smooth silk, lengthy red dress. He grinned; how ironic for her darling Gryffindor Potter.

He lowered the neckline to a modest level, revealing only as much as he wanted, and removed the sleeves, replacing them with thin straps.

His rule of no shoes on the bed still stayed strong, and he banished them away.

And now to her mind, Tom, and now to her mind.

Yes, and now to her mind.