Chapter 38: You have no choice.

Owls came daily from Draco to his mother as he passed many a unhappy day in seclusion in the small town of Godric's Hollow but there was nothing the loving mother could say that would make things any better. Draco had been given orders by the dark lord himself and they were so indebted to him that there was no way any of them could refuse him now. Narcissa continued to write back to her son in praise of his task and to keep him in his place, rather then defy the man who ruled over their lives and Draco knew that he took his life in his own hand and only marked himself for death if they disobeyed the dark lord again. So he sat quietly and keeping watch over the small town, sending the same complaints to his mother every morning and getting the same responses back every night. Nothing of any interest was happening in their lives. It almost seemed like they had been forgotten.

The rest of her time was spent alone. Bellatrix was now gone on her journey's and put to many, many more exciting tasks and bragged in her letters to her sister as her adventures had freed her from that house, but Narcissa had been ordered to remain at home and so she did. Long hours were her companions as she paced the halls of the huge empty house but it was what she was charged to do that was always on her mind.

The dark lord hadn't given her any indication, other then quiet muttering and the odd sentence that meant nothing to her. She tried very hard to put things together, in her mind, but nothing seemed to make sense. The dark lord was a mysterious man and the only real proof that she had a task to prepare for was his continued utterance that she was to be apart of his plans.

Finally, on a very warm night for October, as Halloween drew nearer, she paced between her bed and the fire on a very clear night when suddenly the fire erupted in a flash of green and Voldemort walked into her bedroom. From his looked and his manners she could tell that he was not in a good temper and she walked slowly to an arm chair and sat down as he took up the pacing of the bed chamber.

"You know what is happening?" he asked her in a low angry tone.

"No my lord I do not," she answered as he walked past portraits on the walls and turned them around. The occupants of the portraits didn't dare make any rejections to the moves and even those within them were terrified and awed by his powers.

"That boy, Potter, is getting on my nerves," he said, "really, really getting on my nerves."

"You'll defeat him my lord, there is no one stronger then you," She whispered in praise to try and calm him.

"He's been building an army," Voldemort said as he walked to her, motioned for her to get out of the chair and took the seat himself.

Narcissa gave out a little, wicked giggle and looked back at the man that was in her most intimate space, "and he thinks an army of his little friends could defeat you and your army of dark wizards, how droll and naive, who would have put a silly idea like that in a child's mind," She asked, "surely he could not be using you for his example, my lord, he is so pure of heart."

"I believe it is Dumbledore," Voldemort said, "you do not think that in death he would leave me be."

"Oh of course not, but what can he do? He's dead," Narcissa said as she shrugged off the idea, "he will build up his Order and they will die. How could they even think they could win?"

"You know someday I will die," Voldemort said, "and then who will carry on in my name?"

"Surely all of your followers," Narcissa said as she knelt down beside him and looked up into the snake like eyes of the man she idolized, "surely you of all people can cheat death, you've done it once."

"Yes with the help of my horcruxes," he answered.

"Then we should not be worried about you passing on, my lord, you will live forever," Narcissa said as he stroked her cheek with his long, grey fingers.

"The horcruxes have been compromised and as that boy has a very strong ancient magic protecting him I fear that I need to find another way to live forever," Voldemort said as he looked into her eyes.

"Send someone to kill him my lord, his army cannot be well developed, yours is strong and ready, send them and they will save your horcruxes and kill the boy and you will never have to worry about them again."

"It cannot be done," Voldemort said, "there are to many protections for them at Hogwarts and that is were they are assembling."

"Curse that place, and curse all that dwell within it," Narcissa said as she angrily got up from her place at his side and kicked one of her slippers into the flames of the fire.

"Be calm my pet," Voldemort said as he tented his fingers and looked at her in the light of the fire, "I do have another plan."

"And they will be sorry when they come to cross you," She said as she walked back across the room to him.

"I know you are anxious," Voldemort said softly as he motioned for her to sit down in the chair that he had produced for her next to his. She sat. "I am confident that everything that is to happen now will work to my advantage but I am keeping it as secret as I possibly can." he said as he reach over and took her hand from where it rested on the arm of the chair, "you are to be the only person to know of this plan as it is by you that it shall be accomplished and I believe you to be ready."

"I am, for anything you bid of me, my lord," she answered as she held his hand and looked into his eyes.

"Yes, I knew you would say that," He said, "but your body was not ready until now."

"What do you mean?" she asked as she pulled her hand away.

He sniggered at her as he stood from his chair and began to pace again. He removed his heavy robe to reveal his bare torso and his trousers, "you see my pet, I am quite fond of ancient magic. It is so much stronger then any other magic and so much harder to master. But sometimes it is very simply done. You know there is an ancient magic that protects Potter, a magic his mother passed to him through her death. Now I cannot do such a thing because I do not love as people ought, perhaps that is because I have split my soul, a consequence to living forever, one I have gladly taken, but you see my soul is in danger because of that boy and his army and that crazy old man that continues to plaque me in death. Yes, so I cannot count on my soul, but I can count on yours." he said as he rushed across the room and grabbed her by the arms pulling her to him.

She screamed as he pulled her across the room, his face so close to hers she could feel his breath on her neck. It was cold like the wind and she shivered in his ice like hands.

"What are you saying?" she asked fearfully as he whole body began to shake in his grip.

"I am saying you are to give your soul to me and my seed," he whispered in her ear, "I will live forever through you and you will die for my child giving it what Lily Potter gave to hers."

Struggling against his grip she managed to push herself away from him and put space between the two of them, "why me?" she cried, "is there not another way?"

"What, you think of refusing me?" he asked, "Lord Voldemort, the greatest Dark Wizard of all times. I have chosen you because of your devotion to your child and your will to destroy all that stands in your way. You are a strong woman and think of the glory you will receive when it is known that you were chosen among thousands to be the mother of my child." he said as he walked toward her.

The fire flashed in her eyes as he spoke and so did the benefits of his demand.

"You are to be the most important woman in the world, do you not understand the honor I place upon you. You are ready to night, your body calls to me now. Take my seed and I will give you all my powers. You are the most powerful woman in the world stand at my side."

Her breathing grew quick as the colour ran to her face. She stared at him the fire light, half naked, the most powerful man and he wanted her.

A smirk crossed his face as she moved out from behind the chair.

"That's it, my pet, you have no choice but to accept me," he said as he reached out his hand.

She walked slowly across the room, their eyes had locked and he caressed her arm. His touch was no longer like ice, but warm and full of lust. She backed him toward the bed and there he leaned in and kissed her. She felt his power, and it pulled her forward. Suddenly she could not withstand him any longer. She pushed him with all of her strength onto her husbands bed and pounced onto his chest as he ripped from her the dressing gown and kissed her with all the passion of a lover.