Chapter 10
Voldemort threw back his head and laughed an evil laugh that sent shivers down Lana's spine.
"Finally! I have form again after existing as practically nothing for all of this time. Of course, I was always conscious; conscious of my lack of form; or rather my pathetic, shivering, tiny, worthless form."
He caressed his shape and laughed again. Lana tried to get up but she was frozen in place. Voldemort snapped his head toward her.
"Do I have you to thank for this?" he queried. He floated over to her so that her face was inches from his. "You look familiar. How do I know you?" he demanded. "You may speak."
Suddenly Lana couldn't hold her tongue. "I am Lana Snape," she replied against her will.
Voldemort looked shocked. "So that traitor has roped himself a wife." He glanced down at her protruding stomach. "Yes, you would have had to be pregnant to open the book, excellent. I can exact revenge and get my body back."
A deep fear settled into Lana's stomach, but she was unable to mutter a word.
"Yes, that's right. You should be afraid, my pet. You must be wondering what is going on. You see, I stumbled upon this castle when I was searching for the Ravenclaw diadem. I was friendly with the vampires and they told me the story of the three books. The resurrection aspects intrigued me. I wanted to use them for myself. I learned all that I could about them and the process, then I killed Von Kryger. With the head vampire gone, I could take over the magic in the books. They're not quite as good as a Horcrux, but in case my Horcruxes failed me and I did die, I had this one backup plan. I destroyed the castle, and then placed an invisibility charm over the ruins. If I were to ever be killed, the charm would be broken, and this place discovered. I knew it would only be a matter of time before I could regain my body back. My only concern was that I needed an unborn child for the ritual, but you solved that didn't you." He smiled evilly at her, showing his pointy teeth.
He stared into her eyes, reading her mind. "Yes, good; the child turns seven months old on Saturday. Once the child has reached that stage, I will be able to sacrifice it for the ritual. You seem to have a little reprieve before this weekend, then."
Lana still couldn't move, but her consciousness screamed inside of her. She had to somehow get away from him. She must tell everyone what had happened.
Voldemort looked as if he were about to murder someone. "No! You will not alert your friends of this. I must return to finish my work. I have worked too hard to let it all slip between my fingers because of your husband and that Potter brat! You will be under my control from now on."
Lana watched him get even closer to her and cringed as he put his lips on hers. Involuntarily she responded as he kissed her. His tongue snaked into her mouth and greedily searched it. She screamed within herself as he continued his harsh kiss. It would have been less painful if he had killed her instead. His kiss penetrated every point of her body. Her consciousness withdrew into itself; it was too much to bear. When he withdrew from her, her face was blank.
"You will remember nothing of what has happened here in the morning. You will be your normal self."
"Yes my Lord," she muttered.
"You need an assistant. Bring someone here tomorrow night, so they can be initiated into the ritual and instructed."
"Yes, my Lord."
Lana hesitated for a minute.
"What is it?" Voldemort demanded.
"What of my husband. He receives a letter from me each night and will be here on the weekend."
Voldemort's face grew dark. "I will not have him ruin this! Have you written him today?"
"Yes, my Lord."
He spun around in a plume of green smoke. You will write him tomorrow morning telling him you are too busy to see him this weekend. With the discovery of the book, you have too much to do. You will not remember the contents of the note after you write it. Is that understood?"
"Yes my Lord."
"Continue the letters throughout the week letting him know trivial things, so he suspects nothing. By the time he figures things out, you will be dead!"
"Yes, my Lord."
He approached her again and laughed a low growling laugh. "I will instruct you on more details after you bring the assistant. For now…Sleep."
She closed the book, got into the bed, and pulled the book close to her. She was asleep in a matter of seconds. Locked in her subconscious, Lana's psyche fought to escape, but her body only slept on.