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A/N: If you have stayed faithful to the story this long, then I commend you for it. Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen! And now, without much further ado, I present to you Queen Bobbi!
At the end of the third week, the newly weds returned to their castle to continue business. They took off on a broom just after the sun had set.
"Remind me again why I allowed you to take us on a broom," Tom panicked as they flew wildly through the air.
"Because you love me," Bobbi laughed, "And because the night air will cleanse your soul. And look at the sky! Que bella luna!"
"There's a full moon," Tom observed.
"Yes. Hopefully the werewolves won't attack us."
"You're not going to change, are you?" he asked warily.
"Of course not. I'm only part werewolf, and I can control when I change. My mother could too. I think 3rd generation werewolves can control when they phase. Jake can, and he is fourth generation like me. It must be a hereditary power."
"What do you mean by '3rd generation'?"
"When both of your parents are werewolves and all of their parents were werewolves. Of course, my father's no werewolf, but he is extra magical, which must account for something," Bobbi explained.
"Aah!" Tom cried as they barely missed a tree, "Watch what you're doing!"
"No backseat driving. I'm perfectly capable of flying a broom. I have my license."
"There is no license for broom flying."
"Oh. I guess I only have a license for Apperating. Well, nonetheless, I still am capable, alright."
"Just don't fly us into anything," Tom commanded shrilly.
"Oh, relax. I haven't crashed a broom in over 40 years. And there is nothing to run into the rest of the way. 'Sides, we're almost there, and I've made it this far."
They continued on until at last they reached the old, familiar castle. Bobbi pulled the broom to a stop right at the entrance to the Lair where a large gathering of Death Eaters stood in wait of their masters' return.
As they landed, Jake strolled casually up to them. Smiling, he hugged Bobbi briefly. She held him at arm-length and observed, "You seem to have healed well."
"Yes. Unfortunately, I fear Fenrir has gotten himself into some trouble with the neighboring werewolves."
"Oh dear. Must we to fetch him?"
"I believe so." Jake and Bobbi chuckled at their game of diction.
"Well," Bobbi deduced, "I suppose I'd better change into appropriate clothing." She snapped her fingers - a crack, a puff of smoke - and her outfit was instantly different. She was in her grubbies. She turned to Voldemort, gave him a quick kiss, and told him, "I'll be back in 30 minutes."
"Wait; you can't leave," objected Gregory, "You just got back."
"I won't be gone long. I'll be back in less than an hour. I promise."
"Ready, then?" Jake offered her his hand.
"On your mark," Bobbi dropped to her hands in a runner's stance.
Jake copied her movements embarrassedly. "Get set. Go!" They blasted off, phasing as they tore into the night.
Bobbi loosed an excited howl as they raced across the field, heading towards the forest. 'So which way did Greyback go?' she asked telepathically.
'Follow me,' Jake answered. He led her through the woods where several different howls could be heard. They slowed their pace. 'Remember: These werewolves aren't like us. They have little logical reasoning. Of course, they will talk to us while we are in this stage and acting like regular werewolves. But don't act like you normally do. These guys are furious and merciless. Be careful.'
'Thanks Jake, but I know what I'm doing,' she responded smugly. She howled in a calling manner, and several others responded. She howled again, a more distinctly leader-type call. Footsteps could be heard swiftly approaching them. 'Act like I'm your superior,' she commanded Jake.
Rolling his eyes, he lowered himself and bowed to her. She stood up haughtily, her head held high like she was a queen. Her poise was sophisticated, and yet at the same time it was threatening and dangerous, and as the other wolves sauntered into the clearing, they recognized her power and presented themselves submissively to her.
She barely acknowledged them as she announced in an important tone, 'One of my pack has gone missing. He is a large grey. Have you seen him?'
'He's been stirring up trouble with my brothers,' answered a small, brown wolf quietly, 'I will lead you to him.'
Jake couldn't believe his pointed, furry ears. He lifted his head slightly to take in the scene. All of the other wolves were his size - the normal werewolf size - and looked just as ferocious as any other. Yet they all had a look of fear in their green and yellow eyes as they beheld Bobbi. Bewildered, Jake glanced at Bobbi, then understood their behavior. Bobbi was not a normal werewolf. She was midnight black - the blackest black possible - with a threatening stripe of bright red down her back. And her eyes - they were not their normal fuchsia; they were blood-red, menacing and deadly.
Jake followed silently behind Bobbi as the gathering of wolves padded through the forest. At long last, they came upon a camp. It was empty of inhabitants at the moment, but by the look of things they had only just left and would soon be back.
'This is our camp,' explained the speaker of the group, 'We last saw the one you seek hiding in the brush. He and Ninetoes had it out. I would think they are still at it close by.'
Bobbi growled. She looked straight ahead and solemnly said, 'Shall we go after them.' Quick yet elegant, she sped off into the woods in a no specified direction. A heartbeat later, the rest of the wolves, including Jake, took off after her."
'How does she plan to capture him?' one of the others asked Jake as they ran, 'He is extremely large and quite savage.'
'My Queen has her ways. She'll probably charm him into submission with her feminine ways,' Jake scoffed.
When they eventually caught up with Bobbi, she had already found and overtook Greyback. Now she was scolding him. 'Bestial child! I don't care if there is a full moon; I'm younger than you and even I don't act like that.'
Greyback had his head lowered, his ears down, and his tail between his legs as if the chastisement shamed him.
'We'll be leaving now,' Bobbi announced, 'Thank you for your help.' She started back towards the castle without another word, Jake and Greyback following obediently, silently. They traveled quickly away from the other wolves, slowing their pace once they were out of the woods.
Jake stopped abruptly. Bobbi paused a few seconds later. She raised one eyebrow quizzically. Jake answered her stare by sitting down firmly. Bobbi rolled her eyes. She gave Greyback a stern look and he obediently returned alone to the castle.
Once he was out of hearing range, Bobbi sauntered over to Jake in a fashion more fitting of a fox than a wolf. 'Qué pasa?' she asked.
'I need to talk to you. Alone.'
'Be fast. I promised it wouldn't take long,' she reminded him.
'Follow me,' he commanded, heading towards the woods. She cantered along beside him. 'Do you always look like this when you are a wolf?'
'Only on full moons. Usually I'm much more adorable,' she answered.
They reached the trees in only a few seconds. Then Jake phased back into human, Bobbi following his example. He took her hands in his own and smiled at her. "Now that we're alone, I want to tell you something."
An alarm went off in Bobbi's head, and she knew from experience what he was going to say. "Jake, don't."
"I want to tell you something," he repeated.
"No you don't," she objected.
"But I really, really want to," he insisted.
"Trust me, you don't."
"I'll explode if I don't say it."
"I highly doubt that," she countered.
"I need to tell you."
"Don't say it."
"I can't keep it to myself any longer."
"Jake, don't," Bobbi pleaded.
"I love you," he admitted in a whisper.
Bobbi's lips tightened. Her eyes showed pain, guilt, regret, sorrow. "Jake," she whispered in a betrayed tone.
"I had to say it. You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love you."
Bobbi shook her head, flinging a few fresh tears. "Don't quote Jane Austin to me. Jake, you know better. I'm married to Tom. I love him," she whimpered.
She tried to take her hands back, but he held tightly to them. He looked at her sincerely, "I love you, Bobbi. I know that you are married, but I don't care. We don't have to stay here - we can leave, go far away where no one can find us."
"Jake, I can't. I'm married to the Dark Lord. I am the wife of the Dark Lord. You can't have me; I'm spoken for."
"Screw Voldemort! He doesn't deserve you; no one does. You can have whoever you want. Ditch him and come with me. I don't care if it's dangerous; I love you so much that I would risk my life for us to be together. You don't have to worry about me. I don't care." He was passionate.
"I do worry about you, Jake. Why would you think I am willing to leave? I don't want to. This is my home."
Now Jake was confused. "But you're trapped here. You have to be with Voldemort if you stay. But if we leave, we can be together." He squeezed her hands for effect.
"But I don't want to be with you. I want to be with Tom. I love him," she insisted.
Jake's face dropped. "I thought you loved me."
"I do, but-"
"Then why are you being so difficult?" he asked in angry, hurt frustration.
"Because I only love you as a brother. I don't want to marry you. If I did, I wouldn't have married Tom. And although I do love many men at the castle, I only want one as a husband, and he already is mine. We are not soul mates, Jake; we are only friends," Bobbi declared harshly.
Jake recoiled, dropping her hands as if her words had stung him. "But-" he gasped.
Bobbi glared at him angrily, saying coldly, "You broke the rule, Jake." Then she sighed and all at once her expression broke into sorrow. Her face softened and dropped. She bowed her head, shook it, and whispered disappointedly, "You broke the rule." Then she turned and stalked off into the open, leaving him forlorn.
When he recovered enough to move, he took off after her. But she had already disappeared from sight.
…
Back at the Lair, Bobbi wiped away all evidence of tears. She walked into the castle and was immediately greeted by Gregory. He had his arms crossed and asked in a playfully rough tone, "Where have you been?"
"Oops! I thought I'd gotten away with it."
They both laughed at their game. Then Gregory added, "You can't keep secrets from me." But his smile turned suddenly serious. "So why didn't you return with Greyback? And where is Jake?"
Bobbi's face fell, and she looked away.
"Oh no," Gregory started, "What did he do?"
"He, um… broke the rule," Bobbi hinted.
Gregory groaned. "Stupid boy! He knows better. He knows you are the Master's wife. Why did he think you would pick him?"
Bobbi shook her head despairingly, "I don't know." She took a steadying breath. "What do we do?"
"I'm not sure. If you tell the Master, Jake will probably be disposed of."
"I don't want that!" Bobbi exclaimed.
"I know. But if he can't contain his emotions, he won't be able to stay."
"I know." Bobbi clutched her forehead. "What can I do? I love him, but not like that. He is a brother to me and nothing more. But I can't let him die."
"Shh," Gregory soothed, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her back, "It's alright. We can deal with this tomorrow. Let's just relax and enjoy your return. The others are waiting in the Lounge."
"Don't tell anyone," she whispered against his chest.
"I promise I won't," he assured.
"Thanks, Gregory. You are my best friend. There is only one person I value over you and that is my husband."
"You're welcome, Bobbi. And thank you." He repressed the emotional lump in his throat and forced it away because men don't cry. He wanted to ask her something, but he knew it would offend her and now was definitely not the right time.
She pulled away, wiping her eyes and cheeks until all evidence of crying was erased. She smiled and asked, "Shall we join the others?" She extended her hand to him.
He smirked and said, "On your mark."
The next day, Jake was not at breakfast. He was not at lunch, nor was he at dinner.
"Did you do something to him?" Bobbi asked Gregory after dinner.
"No, I swear I didn't. I guess he just left. He probably realized his error and decided it best to just leave. But at least you don't have to worry about you-know-what."
Bobbi sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Stupid American boys! Always want someone they can't have. They're so cocky. That's exactly why I left. I was tired of it."
"I guess you can't always run from your problems," Gregory said, then added, "But Jake thinks he can."
"Can we stop talking about this?" Bobbi snapped.
"Sure. I'm sorry, I went too far."
"It's okay. Let's just forget him. He's gone now. We don't need to keep dwelling on him."
"Agreed. But if you need to talk, you know where I live. Come at any time. I'll be here."
"Thanks, Gregory. You are a true friend."
They continued down the hall in silence. Bobbi sighed in boredom, then got an idea. "Hey! What would you say to a duel?"
Gregory laughed. "Against you? I wouldn't have a chance of winning."
"I just meant for fun. We could use silly spells, like Bat Boogies."
"I'm afraid those bats would kill me," he confessed.
Bobbi crossed her arms, "We used to duel for fun all the time. It won't be any different than before. I haven't changed. I've always been immortal. Don't be afraid of me. I won't hurt you."
Gregory bit his lip, then sighed, "Fine. But I want someone else to be there too so you don't have just me to pick on."
"You're such a wimp," she laughed, punching him lightly in the shoulder. "Alright. When we get down there, we will call the others."
At that moment, Mel ran up to them. "Hey guys. What are you doing?"
"We're going to have a fake duel in the dungeon," Bobbi answered, "And you are invited."
"Cool! This'll be fun!" Mel chattered.
"See? Why can't you be like Mel? He knows I'm not gonna hurt him," Bobbi lectured.
Minutes later, Bobbi and all her boys were down in the dueling chamber getting ready. Snape had come to watch them.
"Alright, guys," Bobbi began, "This is just for fun. Serious spells are not allowed. And also, don't try to kill me just because you know I won't die. It takes the fun out of things and you might miss."
"Are we ready, then?" Draco asked, brandishing his wand.
"Wait," Blaise interrupted, "Are we dueling at random or do we have teams?"
"I don't know," Bobbi shrugged, "What do you want to do?"
"I'm on Draco's team," Blaise declared.
"I'm on Bobbi's," shouted Mel enthusiastically.
"I'm on Draco's," announced Crabbe.
"I'm on Bobbi's," volunteered Phil.
Gregory was left standing in the middle, glancing between his 2 best friends.
"C'mon, Goyle. Pick a side already," Draco commanded irritably.
"I'm thinking," he yelled back.
"Somebody flip a coin," Blaise snickered.
"What are you waiting for?" Draco yelled.
"I'm trying to decide," Gregory answered.
"Bros before hoes, dude," Jake said, suddenly appearing through the door. He smiled at the group, then walked confidently to Bobbi's side. "Hey, sis," he greeted her casually like nothing had happened.
"Where ya been, Jake?" Mel asked.
"I needed some fresh air," he answered.
From across the room, Snape and Bobbi shared a wary glance.
"We'll talk later," Bobbi whispered to Jake.
"Ha! Now you have to join our side," taunted Crabbe.
"With pleasure," replied Gregory. He hurried to their side, taking his place on the left of Draco.
"Playful hexes only," reminded Bobbi, "And play nice, else I'll getcha."
The duel began. Giggling and laughter commenced shortly after. Nothing too harsh was done, and the worst it got to was Eat Slugs. Gregory used that one against Jake. Gregory seemed to be picking on Jake in particular, and by the end of the duel, Jake had donkey ears, a pig tail, an extra arm or two that continuously slapped him, and horns. Draco was given a beak and upraised, orange feathers on his head. Bobbi had been given batwings, which she was rather enjoying. Blaise had boobs; Mel had a wrinkled face and basset hound ears; Phil had a pickle nose; Crabbe couldn't stop dancing; and Gregory was bald with no nose.
"You know, Gregory," Bobbi commented after the duel when they were assessing each other, "That look kinda turns me on; but you can't pull it off nearly as well as the Master." She giggled.
"Darn, and I so thought this would get you," he joked, "But I do admit they look better on him than me."
"What are you boys doing?" Voldemort asked as he entered. He looked at Blaise in alarm, "Who's the new girl?"
Bobbi burst into cackles.
"Oh, shut up," Blaise shouted sourly at her.
"Those are too big for you," she laughed, "They're bigger than your head!"
"Can I touch them?" Mel asked.
"No!" Blaise wrapped his arms over them defensively.
Voldemort looked at Gregory. "Thief! You stole my look."
"See, I told you you were a trendsetter," Bobbi said to her husband.
Voldemort shook his head, informing Gregory, "It doesn't work for you."
"Fine. Take it back," Gregory joked.
"You can't," laughed Jake, "But it'll wear off in a week."
Gregory flapped his jaw angrily, then pulled Jake's ear and said, "You really are a jackass!"
"Language," Bobbi scolded, then laughed, "You know, the best part about this is that none of this will wear off for about a week."
"What?" they all cried in horror.
"I didn't agree to that!" Draco protested, trying desperately to flatten his feathers.
"Oh, what are you whining about? At least you don't have boobs!" Blaise snapped.
Mel giggled, pulled out his wand, and gave Draco boobs. "Now you do!"
"Ah! You prick! I'll teach you," and Draco gave Mel boobs so big, he fell to the floor.
"Ow! They're too heavy!" Mel complained.
Crabbe burst into cackles.
"Oh, shut up," Mel mumbled, giving Crabbe boobs as well.
The rest of the boobless boys ran horrified out the door.
"Oh no you don't, Goyle," Draco yelled, "Get back here!" The latter group ran after the former group, chasing them down the halls, shooting curses recklessly.
"Hey! No cursing outside of the dueling chambers!" Bobbi yelled. She ran after them and sprang, knocking Mel to the ground.
"No fair," he protested, "My boobs are too big to run with."
Bobbi giggled, then tapped him with her wand and immediately he returned to normal. "Now off to bed."
He grinned relieved, then sighed and whined, "Aw, I didn't even get to see them."
Bobbi giggled, "You're too young to be a Death Eater. Now go to bed." Then she ran after the rest of them and managed to tackle Draco to the ground. She returned him to normal as well and ordered him to bed. Then she took off again after Blaise, who was much faster than expected.
When she finally had him pinned, she mocked, "You run too fast for this to be your first time with boobs. Is there something you want to tell me?"
"Just return me to normal," he sighed.
"Okay," and she did. Then she rounded up the rest of the boys and removed their curses. When she was finished, she flew to her bedroom on her batwings. Exhausted, she collapsed to the floor in a pathetic heap. "Too… tired… to… move," she panted.
"Oh, dear. What have we here? Has the indestructible Bobbi finally worn out?"
"Children can kill you, ya know. They're all evil and they think it's funny to see how far they can push you." She tried to push herself up, but didn't have the strength. Confused, she tried again, harder and more stubbornly, but again she came crashing down. She growled. "What is wrong with me?!"
The voice, which had been snickering, now asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
"I don't know," she answered worriedly. Then realization dawned on her, "Oh. I'm hungry. I need more blood. It's been more than a month since I ate last. I must be empty. And I didn't eat much at dinner. No wonder I have no strength, what with all the energy I've been using both physically and with magic."
"Do you need help?"
"Yes."
"What's the magic word?" the voice taunted.
"I'll kill you," she answered.
"Don't get all snippy." Voldemort appeared beside her. Gently, he swept her up, cradling her in his arms, and Apperated into their room. He laid her down on the bed. "Poor baby. You look absolutely famished," he clucked.
"You wore me out, old man. You and all your rowdy children," she smiled.
He chuckled. "Do you want me to get you some food?"
"Yes," then she added, "Please."
He left, then returned moments later. He handed her bacon and eggs, which she gobbled down greedily. Then she smiled at him, "You know me so well." She pushed herself up weakly, groaning. She sighed, saying, "I'll need to hunt tomorrow." She toppled over and curled up, fetal position.
"Wow, this is weaker than I've ever seen you. There must be something wrong."
Bobbi's closed eyes opened wide in alarm and she threatened him in a shaky voice, "You better not have gotten me pregnant."
"What? You don't honestly think-"
"I don't know. Maybe," she mumbled, worried.
"I don't think I could have-"
"But men don't-"
"I know, but I'm-"
"We didn't use-"
They stared at each other, horror mirrored in their faces. After a long period of silence, Voldemort whispered, "Wh-what, happened last time? Did this…?"
"I don't remember. I had all the usual signs of pregnancy, which involved change in appetite and fatigue, but it didn't happen this fast."
He stared at her in horror. "You don't think it could be different because of me, do you?"
"There's not much difference except that you're older, but that shouldn't matter."
"Could it be because-" he stopped as his eyes glassed over.
"Tom? Tom?" she called. When he didn't respond, she threw a pillow at him. His eyes returned to normal and he shifted his gaze on her, shutting his mouth. "What is it, Tom? What could it be?" she asked.
"My secret," he whispered.
"Your secret? You mean the one that keeps you immortal? Why would that make a difference? What is your secret?"
"Well, I just thought if we were both immortal, it might speed things up. You said that when immortals reproduce, it doesn't take as long sometimes. Maybe this is one of those times."
"Oh, gaw," Bobbi squeaked. "I hope we're wrong. I'm not ready for a child."
"Nor am I," Voldemort confessed. He sat down heavily on the bed and buried his face in his hands.
Bobbi reached for him and barely grasped a fistful of his cloak. She tugged weakly at it. "Tom, please," she cooed, "Don't worry about it. I'm probably just dehydrated. I'll be better tomorrow. Don't worry."
He turned slowly to face her. He nodded his worried head. "I hope you're right. It's not that I don't want to have a kid with you. It's just that now is not the time."
"I understand. I feel the same way." She sat up with a bit less effort. "See, I'm already getting better."
Tom smiled a little. "You need to go to sleep," he chided softly, stroking her face gently. He removed her batwings and helped her into bed, then crawled under the covers next to her. He hugged her lovingly to his chest and they fell asleep.
The next morning, Bobbi stumbled into her old room. She had yet to move her stuff to Voldemort's room. Dizzily, she dropped to her knees in front of her mini fridge. She dug through all the junk until she found her emergency stash of blood. She devoured it quickly, and soon after she began to feel better. She sighed, relieved, "I knew I should have hunted after I got hit by the Killing Curse."
Just then, Voldemort Apperated into her room. She smiled at him and he smirked, "I hope you didn't kill one of the good fighters."
She remembered then the blood and chuckled, "This is old blood. It's like my emergency stash, in case I need it immediately."
"I know," he laughed. Then he asked seriously, "How do you feel?"
"Better. I think getting killed took all my energy. I should have hunted right after I got hit."
"You'll be okay, thought, right?" he worried.
"If it makes you feel better, I'll take a pregnancy test," Bobbi offered.
Voldemort nodded his head.
Bobbi stood and went into her bathroom. She washed away the blood, then opened the cabinet and pulled out a small box. "Someone gave it to me as a prank for our wedding. Let me check it to see if it's been tampered with." She scanned her wand over it, "Nope." She opened it and flinched, "I hate these things."
"I'll see you at breakfast," Voldemort waved.
Ten minutes later, Bobbi joined her boys at the breakfast table.
"What took you so long?" Mel asked.
"The sun hinders my ability to function," she sighed as she slumped into her seat beside Voldemort. She grabbed some bacon and chunked it carelessly into her mouth.
"Wow, Bobbi, you must be sick," Jake deduced, "You didn't even react to the bacon."
"The sun turns me into an emo kid."
"Don't cut yourself," commanded Jake.
Bobbi chuckled briefly, "As if I could be cut. The knife would break before it did any damage to me. Trying to cut myself would only succeed in sharpening the knife. I'm totally indestructible."
"We'll see about that," Draco said, picking up a knife and plunging it down toward her arm. On impact, the knife crumpled like aluminum foil.
Bobbi chuckled amused, "Told ya." Then she gazed at Draco with heart-wrenching eyes. "Why would you do that to me, big cousin. I thought you loved me." She hid her face and pretended to weep.
"Get over yourself. We all knew it wouldn't hurt you," he sneered, rolling his eyes.
"It's still not very nice," she sniffled.
"Ha! Since when is a Death Eater nice?"
"I'm nice," she giggled, striking a childlike pose.
"You aren't a real Death Eater," Draco accused.
"Oh, please! I've killed more people than you have. Just because both your parents and your aunt are Death Eaters doesn't make you anymore of a Death Eater than I."
"Yes it does. I was born a Death Eater."
"But I married the Master of the Death Eaters. Beat that!"
"I'd rather he not," Voldemort commented.
The table laughed. Bobbi and Draco shook hands.
After breakfast, Bobbi returned to her room to "take a nap." Worried, Gregory decided to pop in and check on her after he finished his own breakfast. When he entered her room, it appeared empty, and he thought she must have gone to Voldemort's room. But then he heard voices from the bathroom.
"What does green mean? That's not even a choice. It's supposed to be blue or pink, I think, but it's definitely not supposed to be green!" Bobbi's voice complained.
"I think it means you have a space alien," Voldemort's voice proposed.
"Maybe it's a snake. WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING!? I know it wasn't me, so obviously you've had some wild orgies without me and then rubbed it off of me. What kind of husband are you?" Bobbi scolded.
"I'm sorry. Nagini swore she wasn't positive," Voldemort defended. "What's it doing now?"
"It's turning orange. Stupid Muggles, I swear. How do they function with these flawed devices?"
"Are you sure it wasn't tampered with?"
"Positive. Maybe this is a Muggle prank pregnancy test and it's supposed to be stupid like this. Well, this was a waste of time."
"You're pregnant?!" Gregory blurted. He slapped his hand over his mouth, trying to conceal the outburst but failing.
The bathroom door flung open, revealing the furious Voldemort and Bobbi. "Gregory, I told you not to eavesdrop," Bobbi scolded through clenched teeth.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," he whimpered.
Bobbi threw her arm up and slapped it back down in exasperation. "Well, now I'm gonna have to kill you. Oh, but first I need you to go and get me a real pregnancy test. This one doesn't work. Get me a digital one if you can. I hate those cheap color things."
"You're pregnant?" he repeated.
"I don't know, Gregory. If I knew, why would I need a test?"
"I'll go and get you one," he promised, fleeing the room. His thoughts reeled as he walked down the hall. Pregnant! She can't be pregnant. She's only 18. She's not old enough to have a baby. And this is the worst possible time for her to carry a child. What were they thinking? As he left the castle on his broom, he wondered, "Now where can I get a pregnancy test? I think I'll use the Flue Network." He turned back to the castle and went to the grand fireplace.
When Gregory had finally found and bought a test, he returned to the Lair and sought out Bobbi, who was still in her room with her husband. She jumped up when she saw him, "Did you get it?" He nodded his head solemnly and handed it to her. She took it, saying, "Don't tell anyone."
"Of course not," he vowed.
"I'm probably not, anyway."
"Whatever happens, we'll get through it together," Voldemort swore, hugging her.
She smiled, then stole into the bathroom. Gregory shut the bedroom door and went to stand next to Voldemort. Several minutes later, Bobbi opened the door, a big smile on her face.
"What did it say?' Voldemort asked anxiously.
"Negative," she sang. "Looks like I'm just really dehydrated."
"So you're not pregnant," Gregory clarified.
"No, Gregory. I'm not pregnant."
"If you were, would I be the godfather?"
Bobbi laughed, "Of course."
The next day, after Bobbi had hunter, she sought out her next biggest problem. She skipped down the halls until she came across the door of her choice. She knocked politely.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"You know who," she answered.
"Which one? I might deny you entrance."
"But I thought you loved me."
"It depends on who's asking."
"You know who's asking."
"I know You-Know-Who is asking. But which You-Know-Who is it?"
"Regina Del Mundo," Bobbi hinted.
"In that case, I deny you entrance. You are not my master and therefore I do not have to let you in."
"Should I get my husband?" she threatened.
"Oh, fine. Come in," he groaned.
Bobbi opened the door quietly and entered, shutting it behind herself. "Why so hostile?" she asked.
"You rejected my love. How am I supposed to feel?" Jake retorted bitterly.
"That's what I came to talk to you about," Bobbi began, "Why did you come back? Have you changed your mind?"
"I have not. I still love you, Bobbi, so much that I couldn't stand to be away from you even though you don't love me," Jake answered passionately.
"I do love you, Jake, but as a brother. You know I cannot love you any closer. I am married, Jake! Why do you think I risked my life to get married to the Dark Lord? Because I love him. I wouldn't have married him when it put everyone in danger if I was going to turn right around and cheat on him. That's stupid! That's selfish! Don't you understand, Jake? I can't love you," Bobbi concluded, grabbing his shoulders. She was fierce, and yet she held him softly.
"So you do love me, but not as much as him; is that right?" Jake snapped. He jerked out of her grasp. There was a long, awkward silence as the two teens stood at opposite ends of the dark room.
Finally, Bobbi broke the silence, "Jake, I don't want you to be sad or mad at me. It's not that he's better than you. It's just that he was there first and we're better suited for each other. You and I aren't a good match."
"But we are, Bobbi! Don't you see? We were made for each other. We're both American werewolves; we're both teens; we both enjoy ripping people apart with our teeth. We read the same books, watch the same movies, speak with strange diction at random moments. We're both immature and inappropriate and we'll never change. I love you and you love me, and even though you say it's only sibling-love, I know you have deeper feelings. Don't deny it. We both know it's true. But I understand that you want to stay with Voldemort. I know you'll probably stay with him till he dies, which gives me an idea. He's 70-something and you're only 18. But you're immortal, so you'll live forever, and since I'll probably still be alive when Voldemort dies, I'll come back for you then. Savvy?"
Bobbi stared at him inquisitively, "So you're going to wait till my current husband dies so that you can be my new husband."
"Yep. It all works out. You can be with Voldemort now, and when he dies you can be with me."
"That could be a long time, Jake. Why waste your life waiting for me?"
"Because I love you. I want you to be happy. And no matter how long it takes, I'll wait for you."
Bobbi bit her lip, "Jake, I don't think it's a good idea for you to be in love with me while you live under the jurisdiction of my husband."
"What am I supposed to do? I can't leave. I tired that, remember? I didn't even make it a whole day. And I can't just get over you. I love you too much. You're the first person to understand me. Even my parents don't understand me like you do."
Bobbi gnawed on her lip. "Well then, we have a problem. It's not safe for you to stay here while you love me, and I'm not leaving. I really think you should find another girl."
"There are no other girls! You were the only girl here that wasn't old and married, and even though you're married now, your husband has the highest risk of death in the country."
"But I'm sure Voldemort will recruit more single girls now that there are none."
"What girl in her right mind would want to be a Death Eater? Other than you, of course; but you're a special case. You're a better fighter than anyone here. You can even fight groups by yourself and still win. And you're immortal. Plus, you're just plain scary and no one would mess with you unless they had a death wish. Besides, even if we did recruit more girls, no one could ever make me feel the way you do."
"That's because I'm a seductress! I was created with the purpose of attracting men. I can't help that. It's just how I am."
"I don't care. I can't help but love you, Bobbi, and if that means being single for 10 more years, so be it. I won't leave. I can't. You'll have to kill me first."
Bobbi flinched at his words. He was way, way out of line for saying those things, but he was right. The only way to get rid of him was to kill him, and she didn't want that. She sighed, defeated, "Fine. But don't tell anyone else anything."
Jake's grin was arrogant, "Of course not." He approached her, arms held wide, and embraced her in a more-than-friendly way.
All the while, she plotted his demise.
…
Later that day, she sought out another of her friends. "Gregory, I need to talk to you."
He smiled casually, "Sure." They walked into his room and sat down on his bed. "Alright. What is it?"
"It's Jake," she began, and his smile immediately dropped. She continued, "He firmly believes that he and I are soul mates. He's got this whole plan that after Voldemort dies, we're going to get married to each other. He thinks I really do love him as much as he loves me, and I'm afraid he's going to do something drastic because of his obsession. It's not like your obsession at all. Yours was amusing. His is dangerous. He could hurt someone, and he probably will. Oh, Gregory! What do I do?" She smashed her face into his shoulder.
"Um, I don't know, Bobbi. You might have to make him leave," he offered.
"I can't. He refuses. He said the only way he would leave is if he was dead."
Gregory's eyes widened. "Well, if it's the only way-"
"No! I can't kill him!" she whined.
"But if he's dangerous, it's better if we make sure he can't hurt anyone."
"I know, but," she shook her head, and he could feel tears in his shirt, "I just can't do it. I know him too well. He's practically a brother to me."
"Brothers don't make you kill your husband so they can sleep with you."
Bobbi sighed in defeat, "I know. But I don't want to be the cause of his death. I'll feel guilty for eternity."
"Voldemort wouldn't feel guilty," Gregory reminded darkly.
"I know what I can do, Gregory. It's what I should do that's bothering me." At that moment, her stomach grumbled.
"Let's go eat lunch first. The food will help us think better," Gregory proposed.
"Alright. But we'll continue this afterward, right?" she clarified.
"Of course." They went to lunch together.
When they entered the Dining Hall, everyone else at their regular table was already seated, waiting for them. That is, all the teenagers. Voldemort and Snape were sitting at a different table, discussing business with a few others. They were on the opposite side of the room, but from where he was sitting, Voldemort could still see Bobbi. Since her husband was not present to sit by her, Bobbi was seated between Gregory and Jake, who was feeling particularly gutsy.
Ripe with boyish attitude (and also unaware of Voldemort's presence) Jake decided to break yet another rule, one that would get him in much more trouble than the first one he'd broken. A smart person would know not to try anything with the Dark Lord's wife, and had it not been for the fact that Jake's testosterone was getting the better of him, he might have realized just how stupid this course of action would be. And unfortunately, this type of rule breaking was intolerable.
Voldemort, as he peered over at them periodically, did not notice any abnormalities in behavior, and since he had not been informed of Jake's love for Bobbi, he did not know what to (nor even that he should) look for. He was simply observing then out of habit, not because he was suspicious, for who would be stupid enough to mess with his wife?
As the meal dragged on, Jake grew more and more antsy, and as much good as it would have done him, he did not let this idea slip away. Rather, he focused on it, letting it fester until it was at the point of exploding. And when he reached this level of giddy anticipation, he could no longer repress it, and decided now to act on his urge.
Consequently, just as Voldemort was looking up, he did this. Without warning, he grabbed Bobbi's face in a gently, romantic gesture, brought her lips to his, and kissed her hungrily. Complete silence enveloped the table as they observed the audacity before them.
Swiftly, Bobbi brought back her fist and punched Jake hard in the jaw. Startled, he pulled back and released her, rubbing his jaw. "Ow!"
Bobbi whipped out her wand and pointed it furiously at him. "Never," she shouted, "under any circumstances are you allowed to kiss me! Never!"
The force of her anger caused him to fall backward out of his seat and onto the floor. "I'm sorry," he whimpered, throwing his arms in front of his face defensively.
She jerked her wand-wielding hand toward the door. "Leave," she commanded.
"But I thought you loved me," he squeaked, tears filling his eyes.
"I DO NOT LOVE YOU!" she yelled frustrated. She pointed harshly at the door, "Leave!"
Voldemort stood rigidly from his seat and marched straight to their table.
Unaware of his approaching, Jake didn't move. "I'm sorry, Bobbi. I didn't mean-"
"Oh, what didn't you mean? You knew exactly what you were doing. You knew I wouldn't approve. You knew you were breaking rules. Don't tell me you didn't mean. I know what you meant! I'm not stupid, Jake. Now leave!"
"But what about us?" he persisted.
"THERE IS NO US!" she jerked up dangerously, teeth bared, wand pointed directly at his heart. "Don't make me tell you again," she threatened through clenched teeth, indicating the door.
He shifted under her intense glare, but made no move to get up. He was publicly defying her, and she would not have that. "Crucio," she muttered, and he cried out in pain. But the curse was short lived. It was only a warning. But he did not take the hint. He continued to disobey her.
However, Voldemort was not as lenient. In an intense rage, he jerked Jake - by his hair - off the floor and thrust him toward the door. He ripped out his own wand and pointed it menacingly at him. He glared at the boy, disgusted. "Crucio!" he snarled, and again the boy cried out. He stumbled toward the door, but fell immediately, crashing to the floor and writhing in pain and agony. Voldemort held the curse for a while longer, then paused, giving the boy an opportunity to leave.
At this point, Gregory was also on his feet, wand at the ready. He squatted next to Jake, and when he had his attention, snapped, "Now, get out before I rip your balls off," just loud enough for him to hear. He stood and kicked Jake in the ribs.
Trembling in fear, Jake stole out off the room, out of the Lair, never to return.
With Jake gone, Voldemort turned to Bobbi, an angry glare still on his face. She opened her mouth to defend herself, but his face softened to a worried expression, and clasping her shoulders, he asked, "Did he hurt you?" He looked her over a bit.
"Physically, no," she answered, "But I feel violated."
Voldemort hugged her to his chest. "Stupid wolf-boy," he muttered.
"I will personally chase him down and kill him, Master," Gregory offered, "If you want."
"He is dangerous to us, now that he knows our secret," Voldemort grumbled, "We shouldn't have let him go." He turned to look at Gregory. "Yes, go. Take some others. Quickly."
Gregory took off out the door without another word, followed shortly by a few others, including Greyback who was extremely fast. The hunt was on.
"Back to your eating," commanded Snape. Voldemort and Bobbi slipped out of the Hall and into the hall, completely alone now.
They walked swiftly down the hallway, going no particular direction. Finally, Bobbi decided to let him in on the secret. "Tom," she began.
"It's okay, Bobbi. I know you didn't want him to do that. Don't explain. It's okay."
"I am so sorry," she whispered.
He stopped. "Sorry for what? He kissed you, not the other way around."
"I should have told you," she breathed shakily, "I'm sorry."
"Told me what?" He gazed at her, confused, and repeated, "Told me what?"
"The night before he left last time," she began, "he told me he loved me. I should have told you, but I thought I could handle it on my own. Now, I wish I had told you. I'm so so so sorry. But he never meant anything to me, Tom, know that. He was my friend, but nothing more." She turned away from him and continued down the hall alone. She didn't get far before he was back at her side, grabbing her arm gently to stop her.
He turned her toward him, but she wouldn't meet his eyes. She shuddered frequently from her silent sobs, so ashamed she couldn't look at him. He lifted her chin gently, but she wouldn't meet his eyes. "Look at me," he commanded in a whisper.
Hesitantly, she shifted her gaze to his. "I'm s-soso- sorrrry," she struggled.
"Hey. Don't be sorry. It wasn't your fault. You were just protecting your friend. It's alright. I'm not mad," he whispered.
She shook her head, flinging a few tears. "I should have told you. I'm sorry."
"Shh," he soothed, "It's alright. This will all be taken care of soon. Nothing can come between us, especially not this. I love you."
She smiled at him, "I love you, too."
Gently, he took his hand and wiped away her tears, which had stopped flowing. He kissed her forehead. "Everything's gonna be alright. He won't get away with this."
She nodded her head, then hid it against his chest. He stroked her hair lovingly, hugging her as well.
…
Later that afternoon, Gregory and the others returned from their hunt. As soon as he got home, Gregory sought out Bobbi. He pulled her to the side to tell her a secret. "I didn't kill him," he whispered, "I didn't think you would want me to, so instead I wiped his memory. I made sure he wouldn't be able to find the Lair again. But he's still alive."
"Thank you, Gregory," she sighed.
"No problem," he smiled. Again he repressed the question that was eating away at him because again it was not the right time.
A/N: I hope you've enjoyed this… revealing chapter. And sorry for the wait - life can be very demanding at times. I promise to update sooner next time if you leave more reviews.
PS: I know that my spells are confused, but understand that it is for the purpose of enhancing the quality of the story.