AN: Well, this one just wrote itself. Couldn't help myself. Lillian is simply too much fun to write. Her curiosity, her sadism, her vulnerabilities. I hold her dear to my heart.

And thank you people for the reviews. I still hope that, as this story grows, more people will take the time to write one.

I hope you enjoy this chapter and beware, it may be a bit gross for some people at a certain point.

EDIT: I completely forgot something! The ritual being tried out in this chapter has been inspired- as will be any future rituals- by the Black Princess/Black Queen series by Silently watches. If you haven't read them yet give it a go. I love the stories of Jennifer Black.

EDIT2: I corrected some missing words, spelling mistakes and other things that could disrupt a nice read.


The next few weeks passed in a blur for Lillian. She finally had managed to sort out Pansy's attitude with that bit of fear tactics (which were not exactly empty threats) and she also managed to cast fully powered silent spells just halfway through the deadline her Master had set upon her. After she showcased her new skills to him he gently touched her bare arm, sending shivers all over her body, making her feel marked and burned in the best ways possible.

The sensations he made her feel were unlike anything she ever imagined. She never even dreamt that any man would ever touch her the way he did, that any man would give her those tingling sensations. After six years of pain and disgust, she actually had settled that her body would only ever feel those kinds of ways after being touched.

Her Master showed yet again just how much better he was than any other man she ever got to know.

She had settled herself on a cushioned bench outside in Malfoy Manor's vast garden, softly humming to herself as she read about poisons and their effects on the human body. Currently, Lillian was deep into a poison that would start melting a person's intestines and worked very slowly. When it would be discovered what was happening inside the victim's body it usually was already too late and adding pain relieving potions would cause the poison to react very violently to them.

It really was a very insidious concoction and Lillian was chuckling in amusement as she read about it.

"That is a…interesting piece of literature you are reading, Potter." A low drawl drew her attention away from the book.

Sitting up and pulling the hem of her dress further down to cover most of her thighs, she looked at Severus Snape, his face expressionless. "I do find it most fascinating what the human mind is capable of coming up with just to cause another person the most excruciating kind of pain." The young girl stated before smiling at her Professor. She did like him. His class was very interesting, her favorite really, and she did agree with his attitude. No one should have to have the patience to be nice and understanding to a bunch of airheads who weren't capable of following basic instructions that were right in front of their noses. But since she knew that he was aware of her relationship with the champion of darkness she was a lot warier of him. Yes, the Dark Lord's death threat hung over him like the sword of Damocles but still, her trust had been vastly reduced.

She never trusted anyone ever fully. There were people she felt were worthy of more of her attention than others, resulting in her opening up to them just a little bit- like her Professor. But she never ever would trust anyone fully. At least not anyone other than her Dark Lord.

Patting the spot next to her, she invited Snape to sit next to her. "What brings you here today, Professor?"

"I wanted to talk to you about your…affiliation."

"I see." She stiffened ever so slightly. "And what is it that made you feel that there was anything to talk about?"

"Potter…Lillian." He began, his hard and cool mask slipping away, showing her a man who looked dead tired. "All I want to know is…why? I agree with a lot of the things the Dark Lord does and wants to achieve…but…I loved your mother." He finally ground out with a lot of effort, causing her eyes to go wide and her lips twitch in amusement. "And he killed her. He is the reason that you are an orphan. So, I just want to understand why you feel so…loyal to him, because I know that day estranged me from his revolution." Lillian narrowed her eyes at that last statement, causing him to roll his eyes at her. "He is well aware of that fact for I begged him to spare Lily."

"Hm." She gave him a narrow-eyed, sideways glance. "I will accept that for now but I will watch you very closely. My Master has no use of people who are not completely devoted to his cause." Crossing one leg over the other, baring a soft and creamy thigh in the process, she bobbed a bare foot up and down while thinking about a satisfying answer for him. Finally deciding on a few half-truths, she began to speak without looking at the Potions Master. "Before I begin, Professor, I want you to swear upon your magic that nothing I tell you will reach someone else's ears. I will not tell you all. The only one who knows everything is my Master and that was because he took what he wanted to know about me. I don't mind though, for I am completely his. I am his most loyal servant and his apprentice- he has the right to know everything there is about me." She finished with a fond smile before looking at Snape expectantly.

"Fine." Snape relented, feeling more than just a little bit disturbed that a fourteen-year-old, almost fifteen-year-old, girl felt so devoted to a mass murderer. He had to admit that once upon a time he didn't feel that much different about Voldemort's ideas but that ended once he lost his way and became a paranoid maniac who murdered the only friend he ever had, the only person he ever loved and all of this because he believed in the babbled nonsense of some Seer. He ended up being shocked once he saw that the Dark Lord did not return as the snake-like Voldemort but as Tom Riddle Jr. Maybe he found his way again, maybe he was ready to return to his original goals. He would have to wait and see, bide his time.

Raising his wand, he started to abide by her wish. "I, Severus Snape, swear upon my magic that nothing Lillian Rose Potter tells me will be revealed to another person should she not expressly say so. So mote it be." Golden hot wires spread from his wand to his arm and up to his chest then settleld right over his heart before slowly fizzling away.

"Thank you." She gazed ahead, her eyes unfocused as she decided how to begin. "I assume you are aware that, after I became an orphan, Dumbledore put me into the care of my relatives. How much do you know about my life there?"

"Nothing really." He answered carefully.

"Figures." She chuckled humorlessly. "Until I began muggle school I thought my name was 'girl' because they never used my name. Vernon would beat me senseless because I excelled in school while his walrus of a son had poor marks in every class. I had collected countless broken bones over the years and only thanks to my magical gift I am able to tell you this at all and that isn't half of what I had to endure. I never had a childhood and never will have one."

Snape was speechless as he listened to what the daughter of the single most important person of his life had to go through.

"I became who I am now because I needed to survive. I know I am sadistic, cruel, vindictive, ruthless and coldhearted. Probably even more than just those things. But I embrace it. I can hurt people without remorse because I was hurt without remorse." She gave him a calculating look. "If I am honest, there are only two people in this world I feel any affection for. The first person is my Dark Lord. He is so immensely powerful, his darkness…it feels like it is covering me like a warm blanked every time I stand near him." Lillian whispered, her voice full of wonder at what her Master could make her feel, Snape's disturbed look unseen to her as she averted her eyes from him and gazed at some unseen spot far away from where they were sitting.

After a few moments of silence, she returned her attention back to her Head of House, a rare but soft and kind smile on her face. "The second person is you, Professor." She chuckled at the surprised look on Snape's face. "I really admire your skill. I am saddened that you do not seem to have the opportunity to really profit from it but I hope and wish for you that after we have won this war my Master will give you that opportunity. I will certainly talk to him about it."

"I…thank you, Lillian." Snape answered, slightly awkwardly because he was not really used to people giving such praise to his skills. Even though he wasn't really able to express it, he was humbled and grateful for the things Lillian said.

"You are quite welcome. I can actually understand why you are always so grumpy during class. I feel like tearing out my own hair at the stupidity of some of your students." She chuckled lightly, before becoming serious and cold. "I really enjoy your classes, Professor. I greatly admire your skills and can only hope to one day become half as good at brewing potions as you are. I even enjoyed this little chat we had, though I know and even understand that you feel sick, disturbed and heartbroken at what Lily's baby girl has turned into."

"I'm not-" He began, hoping that he didn't hurt her feelings by showing his emotions so openly, something he never did but she just caught him off guard with almost everything she told him.

Laughing airily, she waved his attempted apology off. "Don't be. I don't mind if you are disturbed by who and what I am. I don't have enough feelings left in me for you to be able to hurt me with mere words. You would have to crucio me to cause me actual pain, I suppose." Sighing contently, she leaned back on the bench, closing her eyes. "Anyways…what I wanted to say is that I hope that my trust in you, even though it isn't close to what it was before you saw me with my Master, is well placed. I would actually be saddened if we had to kill you, Professor. So please, if nothing else, don't betray me to Dumbledore."

"Don't worry." The Potions Master answered dryly. "As empty as my life is, I still value it."

"I'm glad you do." She was about to stand up from the bench before a slow smirk appeared on her face as a thought crossed her mind. "Professor…despite all of my, in your opinion at least, distasteful qualities…how much do you like me? In all honesty. I promise I won't cry or tell anyone."

Again being caught off guard, he hesitated with his answer. "You are…the last memory of the only person I ever loved. It doesn't matter that you have nothing of her kindheartedness…you still are a piece of Lily and I will protect this piece until my dying breath."

Not really expecting that, she actually felt just a bit moved by his words, even if his motives weren't about her at all but about the memory of her dead mother. "I appreciate that, Professor. By the way…did you know that I actually begged the Headmaster to stop making me go back to the Dursley's? He knew everything they were doing to me there...and I mean everything. The things I told you about are mere child's play compared to the worst Vernon put me through, something Dumbledore is very aware of...yet, he still made me go back every single year. I thought you ought to know this, just in case you felt even a hint of loyalty towards that old piece of filth."

Shocked beyond believe and not even registering the obvious manipulation, he felt a rage burning inside of him that he never felt before. The supposed leader of the light submitted a child, a young girl, to an abusive household fully aware of what was happening in there. He relied on Dumbledore for so much and he was grateful that despite his past as a Death Eater during the first war he was granted a job and a safe place to live. But now knowing how he turned a blind eye to all the suffering Lily's daughter had to go through…the last in the long and ancient line of the Potters!

He barely registered the girl getting up from her place next to him as another thought crossed his mind, something he dreaded the answer to considering everything she told him but he just had to know. She was already on her way back into the Manor as he called out to her, making her stop in her tracks. "Did you…did you kill Diggory?"

His heart froze at the cold smirk she threw at him over her shoulder.

"I won't have to lie if you don't ask."

He nodded, before letting his head drop into his hands.

The only daughter of the love of his life was a murderer.

"I'm sorry, Lily."


Once the letters for the students had arrived, a day to go to Diagon Alley was set. It was an unusually large group that was led to the fireplace by the two elder Malfoys, but it wasn't every day that Lord Voldemort demanded for the children of all of his silent supporters and public followers to be tutored. It also wasn't every day that the tutor was the-girl-who-lived, who was standing a few paces away from the large group, looking rather bored as she waited for her turn to come.

"Potter." Lucius called her with a sneer, his pride still wounded because of their now infamous duel in the graveyard after Riddle's resurrection. "Do you know how to floo?"

"Yes." She answered in a bored tone and threw a small pinch of the powder into the fireplace before calling her destination as she stepped in.

Gracefully stepping out, she took in her surroundings, a look of distaste on her face at the guests drinking and dining in the Leaky Cauldron.

She didn't wait for the rest to arrive as she was about to leave and get her shopping done when a hand reached out and held onto her arm. Slowly turning around with a thundering look on her face, she growled at Draco. "Let go of my arm before I remove yours from your body, Malfoy."

"Alright." He held his arms up in surrender, a look of bewilderment on his face at her almost violent reaction over such a simple thing. "I just wanted to ask you where you are going. We are supposed to stay together."

"I prefer to do tend to my business on my own."

"Be that as it may, Lillian, we have direct orders to all stay together." Narcissa's voice came from behind her and Lillian's shoulders sagged.

"Fine."

Hanging slightly behind the group, Lillian went through a mental list of things she wanted to get for herself and after having finished she walked up to the elder Malfoys. "I was wondering if we could take a detour to Knockturn Alley after we have finished our business here."

"And why would you want to go to Knockturn Alley?" Lucius asked, not looking at her but she felt the eyes of everyone else on her.

"If you lot are so eager to eavesdrop you need to come closer because I can't say the following thing out loud." At least some of the children had the good grace to blush but they huddled in closer nevertheless, curious about what Lillian would want to buy in Knockturn Alley, notorious for its dark shops.

"I've read some of your books about Dark and Black Arts and blood magic has really caught my eye. There are some rituals I am eager to try and he has given me permission and said that he would help and watch over me during the rituals."

She saw most of the children blanch at her explanation as did Narcissa, but Lucius remained unmoved. "Very well."

"Thank you." Though she still didn't like him and wondered if she ever would, she thought it still good manners to at least be grateful that he took the time for a small detour.

Slowing her steps again, she took back on her bored look as they wandered from one mundane store to the other, not even the books in Flourish and Blotts tickling her fancy.

After almost two hours they were finally done with their school purchases and made their way into Knockturn Alley. As they were walking, Lillian could barely contain her excitement, looking the liveliest anyone had ever seen her.

"Okay, I can't help myself. Just what is this ritual you want to do and what exactly do you need?" Daphne asked her, half amused and half disturbed at Lillian's wide and happy grin.

"Well, at first I wanted to do something sacrificial, but my Master said that such rituals are still very far away from my level so I had to relent with trying out blood manipulation. I still obviously need to find an unwilling subject to experiment on." She answered with a frown before she grinned manically at the shocked faces on her classmates.

"You mean like…a person?"

"Well, obviously." She answered, looking as if she had to explain to an adult that one plus one equals two. "On top of that I need to buy a human heart, chalk made from human bones, candles, a dagger specifically created for black magic and ritual garbs." She counted everything off with her fingers as if she was ticking off a list of groceries, making the girls look green in the process and the boys just pointedly looked away.

"You really are sick." Pansy spat, looking at her as if she was the vilest thing the pug-faced girl had ever laid her eyes on- which probably was exactly what the Parkinson princess was thinking.

"I would like to think that I simply have the stomach and willingness to explore everything our gift of magic has to offer. Don't you think it's sad that such powerful and ancient magic makes you react as...pitifully as you do?" She asked them with a frown. "I mean, you don't have to practice it but the mere mention of it has you look like scared toddlers."

"How can you be so…normal about something like that?" Daphne asked, her voice just above a whisper.

Lillian shrugged her shoulders. "I simply don't care about mundane people, so if they are being processed into more useful things and, as a result of that, end up helping me dabble in black magic- then I am happy. And me being happy and in a good mood is good for everyone." Her eyes widened as she saw Mr. Mulpepper's Apothecary. "Finally!" She rubbed her hands together in excitement and dashed forward, the hem of her dress fluttering in the light breeze and drawing the eyes of the boys towards her legs.

"Man, I wonder why no one ever even tried to date her…" Zabini mumbled, earning himself a soft chuckle from the other boys and a frown from Narcissa as she remembered her talk with the young girl.

"I know, right?" Nott answered. "I mean, yeah, she is a Potter, she is a half-blood, was supposed to be the Dumbledore's champion and all that but now…she is like the Dark Lord's dark princess…and without those fucking ugly glasses she is crazy hot, even if she's…freaky and scary."

"I want a piece of that." Blaise muttered almost wistfully.

Sighing and placing a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder, Nott agreed. "Me too, man, me too."

Oblivious to the goings-on behind her, Lillian spoke in a low voice to the old shop-owner. "I would like to take a look at your…special wares."

"And why would I show those to a young lady like yourself?"

"Because you are a greedy old man who gets weak at the sight of gold." The raven-haired girl smirked as she handed him three galleons.

"Ah, we have never spoken before but you already know me so well. Then come and please try not to throw up all over the place."

Rolling her eyes, she followed him eagerly through a hidden corridor. Her entourage followed her as they took a set of steps leading downstairs and then through a door that was locked with a password, opened by the shop-owner.

Once inside, Lillian took the morbid sight in, her eyes shining brightly in fascination. "This is magnificent!"

"I think I have to puke…" Pansy mumbled and raced back upstairs.

Lillian looked after her in distaste. "Whimp." Turning her attention back to the cooled room, she let her eyes wander. "Just think of the possibilities with these ingredients!" She muttered, more to herself than anyone else.

"She does know those are human body parts, right?" Tracey muttered at Theodore as she couldn't tear her eyes away from a cauldron full of human eyes, unseeing but staring into her own.

"Do you have hearts? As fresh as possible?" Lillian asked the owner, her eyes on a bowl filled with tongues.

"I do indeed. They are farther in the back."

She followed him farther until they reached a wooden box, filled with hearts. "Wonderful. Now just to find the right one…" She muttered as she squatted down and was about to reach in just as she was handed a pair of dragonhide gloves. Smiling sheepishly at the owner she thanked him. "Got too excited I guess."

As she shuffled through the box the man spoke up. "Dare I ask what you need them hearts for?"

"I can't forbid you to ask but I have to refrain from answering this question or I might have to kill you and honestly, your little shop is becoming way too convenient for me very quickly to risk a dead owner."

"Fair enough." The owner laughed in good humor.

"Ah, there it is." She pulled out a heart, still wonderfully red and even still a little bloody. "This one is very recent, isn't it?" Lillian asked as she snipped a finger against it, testing its texture as she squeezed it lightly a few times, nodding in approval. She was no expert by any means but she read so much about the usage of human body parts in rituals and how they were supposed to feel and look like, that she was fairly confident in her judgement.

"Yep. Nineteen year old mudblood girl. Came in this early morning."

"Perfect." Lillian grinned as she put the heart in a charmed bag, keeping it cool. "Would you also happen to have chalk made of human bones?"

"Unfortunately, I don't. All I have are unprocessed ingredients for potions, poisons and less legal things than potions and poisons. You might want check out Borgin and Burkes, Cobb and Webb's or Dystyl Phaelanges."

"I will do just that. Then our business is most certainly done for now. How much for this?" She held up the bag with the heart.

"Hm, human heart, not even a day old, young. Fifteen Galleons should suffice."

Laughing at the price but fishing for the coins nonetheless, she handed them to the owner. "My dear friend, you are a cutthroat."

"And very proud of it." He grinned at her. "It was a delight to make business with such a beautifully young and dark lady. I hope to see you soon again."

"You will, be sure of it." She waved a hand at him before grinning at her entourage who gave her awkward looks. "What a lovely man, isn't he?"


It took another hour to finish the rest of her business until they were finally done and soon the group arrived back at Malfoy Manor.

Riddle was sitting on a couch in the living room, sipping from his glass filled with firewhisky. "I see you returned."

Not wasting a second to go down on a knee in front of him, Lillian answered for the group. "Yes, my Lord. We also finished my personal business."

"Wonderful. Do your classmates know what that business was for?"

"They do and they all are well aware to keep their mouths shut for their own safety." She grinned at the group coldly and she knew she was still scary enough from the submissive position she was in as they all nodded frantically.

Letting out a small laugh, Riddle motioned for her to get back up to her feet. "Very well then. You all are dismissed for today. Apprentice, when do you want try out this ritual?"

"I would like to do so now, but we have no one to experiment on."

"I wouldn't say that." Riddle smirked at her.

Her eyes widened in excitement. "Really? Thank you so much, my Lord!"

"You have outdone yourself this summer, so I thought you were due for a small reward."

"Thank you, my Lord! Can we begin?"

"I will prepare your items while you go and get yourself ready." Lillian nodded and ran to her room to wash up. "The rest of you can come and watch. I personally urge you to witness a talented young witch trying herself at one of the most ancient and darkest magics there ever was. But it is, ultimately, your choice."

Pansy and Tracey declined, their stomachs too weak, and Tracey didn't want to give herself anymore nightmare material after seeing that room full of body parts.

After having finished showering, her still wet hair clinging to her skin, Lillian put on the skirt she bought at Borgin and Burkes. It was made for African shamans who practice(d) voodoo and other sacrificial magics, blood magic included. Its material consisted of animal hide and fur, various human and animal bones decorating it. The skirt didn't go beyond mid-thigh and her top was completely bare, revealing her chest. She was shy to step like this in front of her Master but he wanted her to be his wife and he wanted to bed her, probably bear him an heir too.

He might as well see what he is going to get, right? She tried to talk some bravery into herself. Taking a deep breath, her entire body shaking, she walked a while with her top only covered with a towel.

Once she reached the room she stepped inside, paling at the group of people standing there. "What are you doing here?" She asked, her voice rising several octaves.

"That would be because of me, my little apprentice. Something so rare should not be hidden from curious eyes, don't you think?" Her Master explained why he invited them to watch.

"B-but I have to be…h-half-naked?"

Riddle stepped up to her, throwing an arm above her shoulders and pulling her away from the others. "Lillian…you have a beautiful body and you should not be ashamed of showing it. See it as therapy…though it is admittedly a pretty sudden and hands-on kind…but this may help you to get comfortable in your own body." He spoke lowly and his presence so close to her did calm her nerves.

"I'll try…" She finally assented.

"Very well. Let's get this started." He spoke loudly and clapped his hand.

Her face still pale and her body still shaking, she avoided any eyes as she removed the towel and put it on a chair, moved to one side of the room. She was glad that no one whistled or commented at her bare breasts and hardening nipples as the cold air hit them.

Almost mechanically she went and took the book lying readily on a table, as did the piece of chalk. She did her best to draw a perfect circle, big enough to place a grown man in it. She then drew another, smaller circle inside of it and connected them on the top and bottom with wavy lines. A few inches to the left side of the two circles she drew another one, completely empty.

Feeling more relaxed now that she got down to business and almost forgot about her audience, she asked her Master. "My Lord, the test subject?"

"There he is." Riddle waved his wand and, from the back of the room, a young and fit man, immobilized, floated right into the middle of the first couple circles, his head connecting to the top wavy line and his feet to the bottom one. She then took the silver chalice placed on the table and went to the immobilized man, removing the charm partially so she could move his arm. He swung it at her, but Lillian dodged it and aimed a quick bludgeoning hex at his elbow, shattering it in the process. The man screamed in pain but he couldn't move his mouth so it was muffled.

"Your own fault. You should have just behaved." Lillian muttered, as she cut him with the dagger along the artery of his arm, filling the chalice quickly with his blood before she healed the cut again. "That should suffice."

She dipped a finger deeply into the collected blood and painted several runes on his body. After she was finished she went and took the heart, placing it just over his head. Looking in his eyes, filled with terror, she spoke to him but also loud enough for the rest of the room to hear her explanation. "This heart is…well, more of an offering than a sacrifice for the patrons who gave us the gift of blood magic. A sacrifice needs to be a living thing, ranging from rodents to people. They are necessary for more powerful rituals. Ultimately you can use any body part, from arms and legs to just any organ you fancy. But the heart is said to be the best offering and the fresher it is the better the patrons shall favor you."

He tried to say something but it was all just very muffled with the immobilization charm still on him. Shrugging her shoulders she took the chalice with her and stood on her own, smaller circle. She painted herself with several runes, using the blood as a coloring, before she squatted down and connected both circles with a wavy line of blood. She then stood up and took a deep breath to brace herself for what she was about to do. Raising the chalice to her lips she squeezed her eyes shut as she heard several mutterings ranging from She isn't! to Damn!. She took quick and deep gulps as she drank another person's blood, the coppery taste clinging to her tongue and painting her mouth and teeth in deep red.

Once finished, she suddenly felt a sharp spark going through her body, illuminating her from the inside before it went away, but she still felt that strange awareness. "Something's…different."

She looked at the man and raised a finger but couldn't, no matter how hard she tried. "My Lord, could you lift the charm off him but keep him quiet?"

Once he did, she tried again and saw him raise a finger. "Fascinating…I can make him do anything I want…but the mobility is limited. I wonder if I can manipulate him more deeply…" She went towards him and touched his arm, feeling it heat up under her palm as his blood started to boil. A grin covered her face, baring her still bloodstained teeth. "My Lord, I feel like this could be a wonderful torture device! I can basically boil his innards just by mere touch! The body control is not as effective I'm afraid but good enough to make him follow you in public without the obvious empty-imperius-eyes. But it's a thing of preference, I suppose. Don't you agree, my friend?" She asked her experiment as she placed a hand gently on his thigh, making him scream once again in pain. "This is so much fun! Just a touch and-" She placed a finger in his bellybutton and held it there for a few moments and his screams, still muffled just a moment ago, were suddenly very loud.

"Stop! Please! Just kill me, kill me, please just make it stop!"

Looking towards her Master she saw him with his wand in his hand, smirking at her and she could just smirk back. He had such a great humor!

Removing her finger, she gave him a few moments to recover, his breath coming in pants. "I wonder if there is more to this…" She got back up from her position and had to stop herself before moving very consciously. "Apparently the movement manipulation has to be conscious and with vision of the victim. This is very useless I am afraid. I have no idea what…no wait…" She turned in excitement towards the table, her small breasts swinging with her at the sudden movement, the eyes of the boys firmly on them. She ignored that however and stared at her Master. "One could force another person with this manipulation to harm is own kin! A mental torture device via movement manipulation. It's brilliant!"

Nodding in approval at her figuring this possibility out, Riddle tilted his head towards the tortured man. "Why don't you finish up?"

"Yes, my Lord." She went up to her victim with a smile on her face, squatting down next to him. Running a hand through his hair, she took particular care that her skin touched his scalp. Soon he started screaming again but it didn't take too long for blood to ooze out from his ears before he became limp and stopped moving altogether.

She looked at her audience and, while all the children looked like they dreaded going to sleep tonight, Lucius looked at her as if he saw a completely new person. Her Master looked very pleased with her performance while Narcissa looked at the dead man on her floor, her face contorted in a grimace as if she had a particularly foul taste in her mouth.

She, personally, felt as if she could just float away. Today was a good day.


Later that night, comfortable in her bed and having pleasant dreams about the ritual she performed, she woke up, feeling disoriented. As her mind started to clear the fog of sleep she realized that something heavy was on her and something wet around her nipples. She felt something hard and warm poking the inside of her thigh and with a sudden start, a wave of panic and adrenalin rushing through her, she grabbed her wand from under her pillow and aimed it at the general direction of the person, still missing him but blasting a huge hole into the wall.

"GET OFF ME!" She shrieked at the person on top of her, who was so startled at the sudden violence that he fell onto the floor and scrambled up to run out of the room.

Lillian jumped off her bed, her nipple still bare and wet with saliva, the inside of her thigh still sticky with the person's pre-ejaculate, she sent another blasting spell after him and another and another.

"COME BACK SO I CAN KILL YOU!" She screamed again, the rage burning so hot in her that she didn't register where she was or how she looked. The Manor looked as if it went through a small battle, with holes littered across the walls, pieces of the floor and banisters littered all over the place. She heard several steps rushing towards her, her wand at the ready as she saw Lucius, Narcissa and her Master arriving at the scene; curious teenagers appearing from various directions with the adults took in the scene with wide eyes.

"What is the meaning of this, Potter?! Why are you destroying my home? And cover yourself up, will you!"

"Where is he?!" She snarled at him, not caring about his house in the slightest.

"Lillian!" Her Master barked at her but, while still turning towards him, she didn't calm down. "What are you talking about?"

"Some fucker sneaked into my room and…touched me! While I was asleep!" She barked back.

His face was darkening instantly. "Who?" Riddle asked, his voice still low.

Lillian looked at the group of her classmates and saw only one of them missing. "Nott." She whispered. "Where is he?!" The dark-haired girl barked at the youngsters, her wide and wild eyes in combination with her sleep-hair giving her a scary and crazy look.

"He…uh, he hid in…my room." Zabini spoke up and Narcissa immediately disappareted and returned a few moments later with a scared looking Theodore.

Not even wasting a second she immediately aimed her want at him and screamed. "Crucio!"

It only lasted a few seconds though, her wand flying from her hand into the waiting one of her Master.

"Enough."

She didn't look at him or even addressed him as she turned around and went to leave back towards her room.

"Lillian." His voice started to sound threatening.

"I need to wash myself off his…fluids…before I get sick in front of everyone." His apprentice answered stiffly.

"How-"

"Not fully."

Saying no more, she left.


The next day, Lillian's mood was in the gutter and she avoided any contact with any person. She spent the entire morning in the library, having her food and drink brought to her by the house-elf.

After she arrived in the bathroom last night she immediately cast a silencing and locking charm on the door and screamed until she couldn't help and break down in tears and throw up into the toilet.

It wasn't because of the act itself but more the timing that finally had her cry for the first time since six years. She finally felt like she was starting to heal. She already had two sessions with a healer who got hired by her Master. She enjoyed speaking to her and though they had yet to brush on the topic she actually was there for, she talked a lot about sexuality and the mental healing process after rape, how different women dealt differently with it. Some like her felt no desire for any sexual endeavors at all, some let themselves go and had as much sex with as many people as they could.

They talked and Lillian actually tried out touching herself in general erogenous areas, actually enjoying the sensations she could give herself, yesterday before going to bed even causing herself to moan loudly. She even did become comfortable during the ritual, not minding the ogling eyes of the boys after a while. Of course, it did help that she became so deeply involved and distracted in the torture of the victim but nonetheless.

She felt like she made such huge steps and now that had happened. She felt as if she was thrown back a lot more than she made steps forward. As yesterday the thoughts of being touched by a man brought up extremely careful curiosity, but curiosity nonetheless, the thought now made her sick and want to throw up.

As soon as she heard the door to the library slowly open, she gathered herself up and marked the page in the book before starting to leave, trying to find a new area of solitude.

She was stopped though by Narcissa, the tall stature and elegant dress telling her as much as she avoided looking anyone in the face and just stared ahead.

"You were supposed to hold one of your tutoring sessions two hours ago."

"I don't care." She muttered, her voice still hoarse from yesterday's screaming.

"The Dark Lord wishes to speak with you."

Nodding, she went on her way to meet her Master. Maybe he would crucio her, maybe he would just scold her but she didn't really care at this point. What Nott tried to do caused her to feel weak again. Yes, she defended herself but that was only because he didn't bind her. If he had, she knew how it would have ended.

Once she arrived at her destination she knocked and waited for the permission to enter. Stepping inside, she dropped- out of habit by now- on one knee. "My Lord."

"Rise, apprentice, and sit down."

Nodding, she got up and took a seat across from her Master.

"You didn't appear to your tutoring session."

"Yes."

"And why?"

"I preferred to spend the entirety of the day in solitude."

"Yet you appeared here."

"When the Dark Lord calls upon his apprentice she appears, whether she wants to or not."

"Indeed. But why would such a devoted apprentice like you not continue on fulfilling a task you had gotten through a direct order from me?"

"Because I will not have anyone see me while I feel this weak."

Sighing, Riddle ran a hand through his curly hair. "Nott didn't actually want to rape you, or so he said."

"What?" Her voice was low and her eyes narrowed.

"He said he wanted to seduce you because he heard you moan through your door an hour before he sneaked in and he thought you might enjoy some company. Of course, I still punished him severely because first, you belong to me and second, what he did still accounts as attempted rape as you were not aware at all to what he was doing."

"I do belong to you, my Lord." She whispered before her mind went back to what actually angered her. "So, he is still here?"

"Yes."

"I will leave then."

"No."

"Then I will stop tutoring those brats."

"You won't. He wants to apologize."

Lillian first looked at her Master, then broke out laughing, almost entering into hysteria. "Oh, that's okay then! 'Hey, Lillian, I am so sorry that I almost fucked you in your sleep. I didn't actually want to rape you, I just happened to assume that hearing a girl moan in her room is an open invitation for any guy to sneak into their rooms during the night and rape them as they sleep, because that's what really gets a girl going.' Yes, my Lord. I'll absolutely accept that apology. Should Vernon apologize, I'll accept that too. He probably once heard me moan because my back ached as I was cleaning the floor of the entire house with my hands when I was eight and assumed it was sexual and that all I needed was a good plowing."

"Are you done yet, apprentice?" Riddle ground out between his teeth, his fingers itching to punish her for her insolence but he had to admit that accepting an apology by someone who had almost raped her was laughable. The way how ridiculous she made that possible apology sound helped along the way.

"Yes."

Taking a deep breath, he almost chocked on what he was about to say, though he would need to be able to, if for no other reason than ensuring the loyalty of his apprentice and his future life-partner. She had to be able to trust him and his judgement and if he made blunders in topics this sensitive for her he would just sabotage his relationship with his apprentice. "I…am sorry for presuming that a simple apology would suffice in clearing a matter as sensitive and hurtful as this one is for you."

Lillian's eyes widened and her cheeks actually blushed. "My Lord…you didn't need to-"

"Lillian." He got up from his seat and placed a hand on her shoulder, feeling her stiffen at first but slowly relaxing. Knowing that anything more intimate than this would just be harmful at this point, he remained his hand on her shoulder and gave her a comforting squeeze, hoping that she took it for what it was, nothing more and nothing less. "I treasure your loyalty to me. Never before had I had a follower with devotion like yours. Sure, there was Bellatrix but she was utterly unstable and her loyalty to me was tainted by her obsession. While you have her sadistic and ruthless streak- a very useful trait to have when you torture someone for important information- you are, very unlike her, intelligent. I have to admit that watching you teach and watching you learn is a wonderful distraction from my daily work." He smirked as she smiled into her lap as the blood from her cheeks spread all over her face.

"Thank you, my Lord." She whispered.

"I don't want to jeopardize our relationship before you are even ready to indulge it more deeply. I don't treat anything that belongs to me carelessly. So yes, I have to admit a mistake I made and apologize for it. I will remove Nott from the Manor if this is your wish."

"It is."

"Then it will be done. I do expect you to continue your tutoring tomorrow. Indulge in solitude today if this is what helps you."

"Thank you, my Lord."

"And I will call the mind-healer for tomorrow. Speak to her about what happened."

"I…" She sighed. He already allowed her more than she expected, he didn't punish her for her cheek and he even apologized for being tactless. "As you wish, my Lord."

She got up from her chair and gave her Master a brief but grateful look. She was content with how this talk turned out in the end. But then, she shouldn't have expected anything less from him.

He did say that he took great care of his belongings and, after all, he more than once made it very clear that she belonged to him .