A/N Warning. Abit of sexual stuff happening but not a lot lowkey swearing.
Previously
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Seconds later Voldemort lifted the Cruciatus off and gracefully dropped to his knees beside Anastasia's head. "This proves how much of a monster you are Voldemort. I've started to fall for Marvolo hoping he would love me back." Her voice came out broken. "But that changed tonight, your both the same person, and if your a monster so is he. I would let you win this war but you wouldn't be able to love because monsters don't love do they? And you know you're a monster, that's why your not denying it." Ana wrapped her shaking arms around Voldemort's neck, bringing him closer. "But your my monster and I'll still keep loving you for you and Marvolo are the same, but from tomorrow onwards we're enemies until one of us wins or dies but for now, you're my Monster and my Lord and I am yours tonight." With that said Ana locked her lips with Voldemort's, not caring whether it felt right or wrong but simply enjoying it whilst Voldemort collected the girl into his arms and deeping the kiss as he threw the dark mark into the dark silent night.
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What seemed like countless of years but were mere minutes, the pair broke away, Ana softly panting as Voldemort stared at her. She looked so broken and so fragile sitting on his lap, her tears still flowing down her pale cheeks and down to her chin. Her shuddering arms still wrapped around his neck. It delighted him so. He usually did not like to see her so broken, so week, so emotional but then, this was his Anastasia and she was full of emotions, something he could never understand because emotions were not something monsters felt and he was the eptimum of one.
"So beautiful when you look so broken my sweet." Voldemort whispered, turning Anastasia towards him, her legs on both sides of Voldemort's hips. Said man engaged her lips with his, his forked tongue plunging inside her hot cavern as he dominated her tongue into submission. One of his hand creeping up the side of her leg, making its way under her the shorts she wore and resting near her womanhood.
"No." Ana panted out as she felt Voldemort's hand ghost over her womanhood but the man did not listen and teasingly touched her. A moan escaped her lips and Voldemort let out a chuckle.
"You say no but your body says differently."
"Please Marvolo, please don't. I'm not ready." It came out as a needy whisper despite the statement as Anastasia's hips buckled causing Voldemort's finger to graze her womanhood with his nail which had Ana letting out a wanton moan.
Voldemort drew back his hand and pressed a chaste kiss upon her bruised lip as he whispered a "I'm sorry." Those words seemed so out of place. Those were not words that a resident Dark Lord should be saying.
The serpentine man laid Ana next to cup.
"When I tell you to take the cup, take it and will portkey you back to Hogwarts ground. Tell them you saw us. Lord Voldemort and Grindelwald. Describe how much of a monster I am. And that a surprise will be waiting for Dumbledore soon and I shall see you soon my little serpent." The last few words coming out in parseltongue.
With that being said Voldemort threw the Cruciatus at her along with the cutting curse and many others, roughing the girl up.
Voldemort summoned the cup onto Ana's lap which soon portkeyed her away.
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Ana felt herself slam flat into the ground; her head was pressed into grass. She had closed her eyes while the Portkey transported her, and she kept them closed now. She did not move. All the breath seemed to have been knocked out of her, her head was swimming so badly she felt as though the ground beneath her were swaying like the deck of a ship. To hold herself steady, she tightened her hold on the one things she was still clutching: the smooth, cold handle of the Tri-wizard Cup. She felt as though she would slide away into the blackness gathering at the edges of her brain if she let go of the cup. Shock and exhaustion kept her on the ground, breathing in the smell of the grass, waiting . . . waiting for someone to do something . . . something to happen . . and all the while, her scar started to prickle pleasantly. A torrent of sound deafened and confused her; there were voices everywhere, footsteps, screams. . . . She remained where she was. Everything was a blur. She felt as if she were under water. Drowning away. How good that would be. To fade away from reality and not have the Wizarding world on her shoulder. It was to much. So much and downright annoying.
Then a pair of hands seized her roughly and turned her over. "Ana! Ana!"
She opened her eyes. She was looking up at the starry sky, and Albus Dumbledore was crouched over her. The dark shadows of a crowd of people pressed in around them, pushing nearer; Ana felt the ground beneath her head reverberating with their footsteps. She had come back to the edge of the maze. She could see the stands rising above her, the shapes of people moving in them, the stars above, their frantic voices as they called her name but she was currently like a shell. She could only think about his words, his offer, his touch and everything associated with him. He was like a drug to her. So addictive and so calming but then it was also like a hurricane. He brought out the best and worse of her.
"He promised...he promised me...he'd give me everything in exchange for one thing you know." Dumbledore stared at the girl. She looked so broken, something he thought he'd never see in her.
"I could've said yes...everything so much easier... I love him you know Dumbledore, but he can't love because he's a monster." Her eyes toke on a sickly green colour, the same crazy gleem entering it.
"He said he could make me great, but I turned him down." By now people had formed a circle around the green eyed witch who seemed to be spouting out utter nonsense.
"We're enemies now but we shouldn't."
Dumbledore couldn't believe it, he had a very good estimated guess as to who Anastasia was talking about but he found great pleasure knowing that they were enemies now. It was his chance to manipulate her into fighting for him. To bring more glory to his name.
All was going well for him.
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As Dumbledore helped Anastasia up, Minster Fudge came burning people out his way.
"I demand to have an explanation Miss Potter, where have you been. Auroras have been looking for you inside the maze. And what do you do. You dissappear. I demand an explanation." Fudges face had become an angry red as he fidgeted with his lime green bowler hat.
Ana's eyes stared blankly at him. "Grindelwald happened, he's back and Lord Voldemort was there. That's what happened Minister."
Fudge spluttered for some time before opening his mouth and pointing a finger at her. "You lie. You-know-who and Grindelwald are not back. You lie."
"Believe what you want Minister. It's not my problem for now."
Fudge glared at the girl as Ana started to sway on the spot. Just then 'Moody' came stumping along.
"She needs to head to the infirmary." Snape's voice drawled out as he saw the girl sway.
"I'll take her to my office, it's closer." 'Moody' gruffed out as he dragged Ana towards his office.
As they entered 'Moody's' office, Moody turned to Ana, a quizzical look upon his face. As he opened his mouth to speak Anastasia interrupted him.
"Bartemius Crouch Jr." As his name left her mouth, 'Moody froze up.
"What!" He rasped out.
"No need to deny it Barty, you served your lord well." Ana said, her verdant eyes staring back at Barty.
"How did you know it was I and not Alastair."
"I have my own ways. You're a good teacher Barty, you should stay until the end of the term, then get rid of Moody. It would make your Lord proud. No."
Barty stared at the girl. "And is he not your Lord as he is mine."
"I have no Lord." Was her simple and vague reply.
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Hogwarts had won the Tri-wizard tournament for first time in a while. All the houses were in happy delighted moods. Beauxbaton and Durmstrang were both very sour about losing, especially as one of their own was found dead within the maze and Ana did not give two f*cks.
The girl was a walking shell. Ever since the ending of the third task she was not herself. She had stared blankly as Fleur had flirted with Professor Riddle and kissed him full on the mouth as Riddle did nothing to stop her. Draco and Theodore had tried making her feel happy but all was in vain. Everyone within the walls of Hogwarts had noticed the change in Ana. No longer was she happy go person she was with her sharp tongue and sarcasm. She had just become a walking shell and it was unsettling.
It was the last day before summer holiday started and Ana bumped into Marvolo who had just existed his office. He looked as Handsome as ever and unperturbed as if nothing had had happened last month. As if he did not expose himself to her at the graveyard. As if he did not offer her anything in exchange for the war. As if nothing happened that night and that made Anastasia feel livid.
"Anastasia." Marvolo purred out, reaching out to caress her cheek but Ana dodged it before it could reach her. A frown settled upon Marvolo's face.
"It's Miss Potter Professor Riddle." Her voice was hard an cold. Marvolo tutted, moving closer to Anastasia.
"Is that any way to speak to me Anastasia. You really ought to watch that pretty mouth of yours Kitten." Marvolo hissed out, his hand grabbing her jaw and tilting it up so they had eye contact.
"You seriously believed that I would let you go that easily. For you to turn your back on me and call yourself an enemy of mine. Sweet Anastasia." His hand tangled within her hair, pushing her towards his chest as he dipped his head lower, his voice becoming deeper and huskier than before.
"You say you hate me yet you love me and wrap you delicate fingers around my gift to you as it dangles from your neck. You say we are enemies but as the sun sets and rises you regret your answer. Do you not? Just know whether you are enemy or not, love me or not and hate me or not that you will forever be mine and mine alone and that you'll surely and truly regret your words from that night. Mark my words Sweet Anastasia." Marvolo finished of as he squeezed her waist and pressed a chaste kiss to her plumb lips as he left in flurry of billowing cloak in a much like Snape manner.
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Christine.Kagak. Yes Marvolo and Voldemort are the same person.