***I just want to re-advise this has mature content in this particular chapter****
2 years goneā¦
"This isn't even enjoyable anymore." Voldemort shoved Vivian's half clothed body away from him. He had had his wife bent over desk in the drawing room, not too much excitement he had for taking sudden advances against his wife. Two years had gone by, and Vivian had been barren, producing no more sons. No more horcruxes to protect Voldemort with. She was losing Voldemort's interest, which meant she was getting less and less say over her son. The most she could do as of the late was see Demetrius during his tutor sessions, while in the company of followers or playing outside, but always in the presence of his father. His interest had peaked, and as he done previously in his youth, relaying his time and interests elsewhere, not with other women per say, but deeper in his obsession to gain power. "Clean yourself up and get out of here." She stared at the ground, he was not satisfied again. He only had lasted for a few minutes.
"You don't want me around."
"No, I shouldn't have to tell you twice." This made her panic, she hadn't seen her son in days. Her hands clasped the front of his robes, trying to portray a look of sultry.
"I can do whatever you want, as many times as you want to do it, however you want to. I just want to see him, please?" Her pitiful attempts made Voldemort laugh, she was just so, ridiculous.
"Get off me woman, I no longer want you around." She couldn't stand this, she hadn't been away from her son for this long before. She was almost convince as if she would be lucky to ever see him again. She flung her hands up, her magic pushed Voldemort's back against the wall. She needed to see her son.
"I wasn't taking no for an answer," She pressed her body up to Voldemort's, roughly moving his hands towards her backside, "as I said, whatever, however and as many times as you want." Now this had captured his interest, his wife had so boldly pushed him aside. It's as if she was asking for it. He had recently grew bored with the previous session, and had ended it quickly. But now she had ask for it, more like demanded it from him. He rarely could stand being told to do something, or even being suggested it, but his young hormones desired this lust, it relished the rush.
~~~~~~~Within the compounds
"I don't know how long we can keep this up."
"Shut up, if we wait any longer it will be impossible to accomplish."
"But how do we get close to them without them noticing anything is wrong."
"Don't look them in the eyes, deception is revealed in the eyes. Don't give them any reason to pry farther into our minds. This is very important." Quickly they turned their backs trying to appear as if they were busy slaving away at making the meals for the compound.
"The master and queen's dinner will be delayed."
"They would like to be fed later? After the troops?"
"Do you question my orders?" He looked disgusted down at the pots of soup stirring over the flames.
"No, just wondering why." The deatheater smirked at the chefs.
"From what can be heard, both the master and the queen are very, very busy." This made the chefs blush and also be disgusted.
~~~~~~~Back to the queen
Vivian had to hold onto the doorway for support, her legs were shaking violently. She could barely carry her body to the next room, her body was sore and very, very tired. When she had this encounter with her husband, it had been the early morning, it was dark in the evening now. She had missed the entire day to spend with her son, but she would have many to come now. She did everything she could have thought of to please Voldemort. Her attention turned towards the body on the floor, the look of pain on the man's face was hard to miss. Despite being paralyzed by charm or fear, the look of terror was undeniable and her son was the cause of it.
"Demetrius." Her son shared a smile at his mother, was just as happy to see her.
"Mommy."
"Hey baby." He fazed across the room, right into his mother's arms. His little hands were drenched in blood. "How has my little man been?" The little boy excited fazed him and his mother over the body of his victim
"Look, I did." She couldn't help but swoon over her son's accomplishments. He could barely walk but wielded powerful magic. Demetrius had burned out the eyes of this poor fool. A door opening had Vivian turned her attention away from the floor to the other side of the room, her and her son watched Voldemort as he fixed the belt to his trousers. The mere sight, made Vivian blush, yet feel disgusted all at the same time. The things she had to do, still has to do to keep her tiny family together. Voldemort on the other hand, smirked. The black gaze of his wife and son had brought him out of his previous, more pleasurable musings. He hadn't been that preoccupied in a long time. Their evil gazes made him think twice about his previous privilege encounters between his son and his wife. She needed to show him lessons ultimately he had no time to prepare for. Vivian needed to teach him ways of defending himself on his own, if ever people to find out the secret that lies with their son, he would become a target. If ever the day comes, the day his son falls, Voldemort may need to worry. His demise would be imminent.
"A vile, Demetrius." Voldemort watched his son and wife turn their attention back to the fool on the floor. Collecting blood, or what appeared to be blood, in a potion's vile. Voldemort had seen her do this on several occasions but never really understood why, she didn't gain anything from it. She shelved several samples, but never explained why, nor did he pursue the matter further. He didn't need filthy demon magic to procure anything, he had almost everything he needed.
~~~~~~Harry's POV~~~~~
"Harry, how long can they be in there? It's been several months and we haven't heard anything from them." Ginny was pacing back and forth. "How could we trust them to even carry this out? She was against us for a long time."
"She has always been against Voldemort. Things have just become more complicated in the latter years."
"So suddenly she's not a foe anymore?"
Harry watched Ginny nervously ramble across the room. He admired the fact she could still be so caring after all this time. Her freckled face deep in concentration. This wasn't the life that Harry had hope for, but it was his life, his destiny. He had learned long ago that he needed as much help as he could get, a lot of his victory in his early years were of luck and other's doings. Without their help he wouldn't be here today. People, like this beautiful woman before him, were the real heroes. Being a hero wasn't as glamorous as muggle comic books made them seem. Heroes were the ones who could keep on going on even though the struggle is hard and it seems the end is never in sight. The real heroes were often the unsung heroes.
This fiery redhead who's eyes still sparkled with hope, whose smile was contagious, even though worry lines began to blemish her once innocent face. Harry had always admired Ginny's courage, even in the most trying of times. Over the years, since the battle at Hogwarts, both had lost fellow friends and family. Ginny had always been able to overcome the deepest of losses, even those of her children. There was three beautiful times Ginny had become pregnant his children, each stunning in their own right. Those were some of the happiest moments that Harry could recall, two sons and a daughter. Before each of them really got to bond with Harry and Ginny, they had made the choice to give those darling children a chance at a real life, without them, without the dangers of the magical world. If they would have stayed with them, they would have been targets. Harry hadn't the need to worry, the same magic that had protected him in the Dursley's home, was protecting his children now. They had given all three of them to a couple who had struggled for children. Who had cried at the sight of the Potter's gift to them, the children they had always wanted. Ginny had never wanted to know the exact origins of where the children had gone, but she had trusted Harry had taken the best precautions in placing them. So she would have never of known that Harry occasionally checked up on his children, through their secret keeper.
Their oldest son, named Jonathon, was a very athletic boy and very well liked. Much like their youngest daughter Lyla, who was the social butterfly of the three. And of course, their middle child, Alan, reminded Harry of himself when he was younger. He was socially awkward, but a bright child. He would eventually come into his own like Harry did. All three of the children had also the mischief nature of their parents as well. They didn't know anything of magic, or of Ginny and Harry. Harry had taken Hermonie's lead, and given them memories of a false life. Each child was given to their adopt parents soon after their births. If their earliest memories of life would be brought up they would only remember false things. When they grew older, and wondered about their parents, they would be brought to a trail that ended with paper. A fire had supposedly claimed the lives of their parents, Gene and Herold Platt. Both only children, with no living relatives to find.
"HARRY! Are you listening to me?" He chuckled, Ginny had pulled him from his musings. He couldn't help but laugh at her frustration with him. She kept him human and grounded. She was his reasoning for living, to keep moving on.
"Come here."
"Why should I bother, you're not even listening to me! I'm worried Harry." He had pulled Ginny into an embrace. Despite her denial, she really needed the comfort. Harry wouldn't give this moment up for anything.
~~~~Vivian's POV~~~~
Things have been turning out better than they have in a long time. She was allowed again to participate in her young son's education. He was being taught a mix of wizarding magic and demon magic, but it had previously lacked. Both advisors were underqualified to teach her son the strongest of magic's. Her parents did most of her teaching, and if it was someone else, they were like her. Either a hybrid, knowing the situations and needs of either worlds, or the one time where she was a student like everyone else, at Hogwarts. She needed to be given a simple education in order to blend in with her assignment.
"When is he going to get a wand my queen?"
"Why would he need one, especially at age two?"
"He is very advanced at his age and he could learn spells better with a wand in hand."
"He doesn't need a wand, especially not right now. He doesn't need to start on wand magic, he has powers that lack the need for a wand. He can get into farther wand magic's when he is older."
"My queen?"
"Shut up and leave. We are done with you today."
"My queen, our lord will be very displeased."
"Demetrius come here." My son waddled his way over to where I was sitting. The other instructors helplessly watching. "Kill them Demetrius."
