DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!
Memoirs
Chapter 11
"What do you mean, I can't bring him back? He's your husband." Lucius stated.
"I don't care. You have...You have no idea how good it feels to be free of him. To know I don't have to breathe the same air as him anymore. To be free." She said, smiling maniacally.
"You know: people always say that Gryffindors are kind and have no flaws. But you're not. You're positively Slytherin."
"I've gone past caring. You know why? Because I don't have to care about him anymore. No more struggling to face the world. To wake up next to him. You have no idea what it's like to wish you were back where you were most happy. Even if that's 6 foot under, cold and rotten."
"You think I like my life?!" Lucius demanded, laughing bitterly. "You think I enjoy waking up every morning next to 'that stupid blonde btch' as you called her?"
"Not hearing any complaints." She bit back. "I mean: even if you have to imagine I'm her when you have sex, you still have sex! If you really didn't love her, you wouldn't touch her! Because she isn't me. So do what you want. Bring him back. Just don't expect me to help."
"Well, I'll take that as an invitation." He said and walked to the door. "And when I tell your husband that you didn't even want him to return, well - I shudder to think what he'll do." He said gravely and strutted out the room, non-verbally sending Tom's body to the morgue and locking the door.
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Narcissa lay in bed, reading a book, when Lucius stormed into the room muttering darkly. "Darling?" she asked, closing her book, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing!" he roared, making his wife flinch and sink back against the headboard.
"I'm sorry, Lucius." She murmured, looking away.
He sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, dear. The Dark Lord is dead."
"Oh, my God. How? Who? When?"
"An unknown spirit took his life. I must begin re-activating his Horcruxes."
"I'm sensing a 'but' coming up." Narcissa said, putting her book on the side table next to the bed.
"Yes. His wife - the girl that was with him when he accused me of going into their room - doesn't want me to bring him back."
"Why?" she asked as Lucius changed into his night trousers.
"Apparently, she isn't at all fond of him."
"Hmmm. They didn't seem too bad when they stormed in."
"Oh? Well, she gave a big 'impressive' speech about how happy she is now he's dead." He said, throwing himself on the bed. "Merlin, she's a stubborn one."
"More so than me?" she asked, cuddling up to him.
"By far." He answered, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
"She must be, then."
"Indeed she is." Lucius said absently. "Very stubborn. I think the Dark Lord has had a definite effect on her. She's so much more Slytherin now than she was before her death."
"Really?" Narcissa asked, blatantly uninterested.
"Don't sound too interested, dear." He snapped, glaring at his wife.
"I'm sorry, darling." She apologised, kissing his neck.
"Don't do that, Narcissa, unless you're in for a rough night." He threatened.
"What if I want a rough night?" she asked as he climbed over her.
"Then you'd better prepare for one." He said, pushing her nightdress up.
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Hermione sat on the floor in the middle of the shower, still in her day clothes and let the too hot water wash over her and turn her skin an inflamed red. She knew soreness awaited her in the morning but she didn't care. She lifted her head; feeling like someone was watching her. She knew she was alone but there was a small tingle in the back of her head. Looking around the misty room, Hermione saw only the glass walls and door of the shower. Sighing she put her forehead back against her arms and closed her eyes.
"Hermione." A ghostly male voice echoed around her.
"Who's there?" she called out, starting stand up but invisible hands held her down.
"Hermione, you have to bring me back." whispered HIS voice.
"Not gonna happen, Riddle." She snarled, trying to ignore the hands that were gliding over her hot and wet skin. The hands grabbed her harshly and pulled her back against an invisible chest.
"Hermione, you have to bring me back." Tom hissed in her ear. "I'm dead, but you can and must re-activate my Horcruxes."
"And why would I do that?"
"Because you're my wife and you love me." Riddle assumed.
"Me? Love you? You're more deluded than I thought." She coldly snarled.
"Hermione," he seemed to hesitate, "I know you've never liked me that much but you are my wife. You have to bring me back. You must. The Death Eaters need a leader and you are hardly suitable."
"So, that's why you want me to bring you back? So your boys don't get out of hand?"
"No. Because I need you. I need to feel your skin against mine."
"You can stop right there, Riddle." She sneered, trying to get up but he brought her all the way down so she was lying on the floor. A moment later, a faint image of him appeared over her and even the water began to shower on him instead of straight onto her.
"My Hermione, please." He begged. "Bring me back so I can be with you again. I love you." he admitted, but Hermione looked more doubtful and sceptical than humanly possible.
"Yeah sure, and I'm the Queen of England."
"Well, then Your Majesty, get out the shower and I will tell you where my Horcruxes are and how to activate them."
"Tell someone who cares. Like Lucius. He can't wait to have you back."
"Hermione!" he shouted at her, pushing her into the shower floor, "you have to bring me back!"
"No, I don't. And I'm not going to. In fact," she pushed him off her and stood up, turned off the shower, her clothes leaking water, "I'm going to stop every attempt Lucius makes in activating your Horcruxes. And with you out the picture and everyone else being so busy in bringing you back, it will be quite easy." For the first time in his life, Tom Riddle looked terrified. "Bye, sweetheart." She mocked and left the room in a hurry.