I don't wanna get bashed for some of the things I'm going to do to these characters. I know that everyone loves all of them but please respect my story, it's my first. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. This is another Voldy POV! Please enjoy:)
December 5
He sent the girl away with a tap of his own wand. She had gaped when he mentioned her new position, and she even had the gall to attempt to raise her arm to hit him. Of course he never even let her get the chance but the nerve.
He turned to his followers once more to find them all thoroughly confused. Perfect, he thought snidely, At least the Potter girl had a brain on her shoulders, it would seem I have to spell every detail out to these fools. Idiots, the lot of them. Waving his wand lazily, he conjured a long ornate black table, with a throne at the top. At once, they all rushed to take their seats, eager for their Master to relay his plans to them. He walked leisurely to the head of the table before sitting upon his makeshift throne and schooling his features into a mask.
"Tell me," he drawled his words out, causing a visible shiver to run across the people surrounding him, "Does anyone understand what you just witnessed?"
The powerful patriarchs in the room glanced at each other before, each shaking their heads.
"How... disappointing."
"If I may, my lord," It was Severus Snape who spoke upon his right. Tilting his head, the Dark Lord looked at the man, giving him a slight nod, but of course, Snape showed almost no signs of uneasiness and simply continued. "I am unsure of the exact nature of that magic, however, I would guess that it is a type of curative magic."
Sitting back, Voldemort looked closely at the ma. He was as usual, overly pale and lanky with greasy hair falling all over his bony face. The man was ugly, but there was no denying he had a head-on his shoulders. He brushed against the barriers of his mind and almost huffed when he was unable to get through easily. The man was a brilliant Occlumens, and in order to get anything from his head, the dark wizard knew he would have to break his mind. That would have to wait for no, he supposed, as Severus was too powerful and valuable at the moment. The other minions in the room seemed to push themselves closer to the table in curiosity.
"Yes, Severus..." Voldemort professed, allowing a small smirk to his mouth as he took in their reactions. "That, my followers, was ancient curator minus firmae magic. It was used before the time of Merlin himself. I read about this type of sorcery once, long ago, but deemed it redundant, as it is said to be merely a legend. Clearly, as we just saw, it is not."
Some gasped at the information, and those closest to him held stony faces, contemplating how they would use this to their advantage. Corbin Yaxley seemed to be more idiotic today than usual, as he spoke up,
"Is there a way to extract that power, my lord?"
"No. There is no way to extract one's magical strength, Yaxley." It was another from the far end of the table that answered him before Voldemort was able.
The dark wizard watched from his seat as his most loyal began to have arguments with each other, over what to do with her power, her ability, and -what angered him the most- her body. His fury rose as he heard some of the suggestions.
"Let's just tie her up in the Brown room at the Malfoy's and use her as we please, if you know what I mean."
"We could put her to sleep and only wake her when we need her magic."
"Why not let her be used to the public! Allow Potter to see what a whore his sister truly is, I say!"
"SILENCE!" Lord Voldemort rose to his full height a he stood, his voice carrying all the way across the wide room in waves. All of them stilled, watching him fearfully. His voice slid into an evil hiss as he spat at them. "I have a plan for the girl. Now if you continue to bicker about like children I will treat you as such. Do I make my self truly clear?"
They all nodded at him, so he sat and began to soothingly twirl his wand between his fingers as he laid out these plans to the Death Eaters before him. "The girl is powerful, not only in magic but also in her affiliation to Potter and the Order. There is still a large portion of this country that sides with the boy and his ridiculous blood-traitors. If we play our cards right, I believe that we could fool a large portion of the resistance in Britain into believing that our side is the better of the two. I refuse to allow an opportunity like this to be passed thoughtlessly. Therefore, I am going to procure a false story to the media, placing the girl by my side, and marrying her."
Most seemed confused by his reasoning, Bellatrix herself had her mouth agape and stuttering as she took in his meaning. Only Dolohov seemed to understand the genius of his plan, as he nodded slowly and spoke.
"That would cause a surplus of supporters, my lord, but the Order will attempt to retrieve their prized healer, will they not?" He seemed to be thinking through the plan, instead of questioning it wholly. That, he demised, is why he liked Antonin. He always thought ahead instead of attempting to undermine him.
Voldemort smirked once more. "The marriage should push away any attempts from the Order on her behalf. And besides, they do not even realize her worth, do they, Severus?"
"No, my lord," Snape replied monotonously, "Potter always seemed to simply use the girl as a study tool, and the Order never truly saw much worth in the girl. She was never a topic of discussion."
The others sitting at the table slowly agreed with him, as the plans began to be set and each wizard and witch took in their assignments. He sent one off to set up an interview with a reporter at Witch Weekly and began to instruct his supporters of their duties. Much later, when the meeting had almost reached a close, Voldemort could see that it was almost dark outside, and he stood. He was about to simply apparate away and to his home but suddenly turned on the Death Eaters once more.
"The girl is mine. No one else will touch her and if you do, I will know. And you... will die." He took one last look around the room at the horrified faces and disappointed expressions as he Apparated away to his Manor.
Having finally finished his dinner, and another stack of paperwork, Voldemort walked slowly up the stairs of Riddle Manor to the master suite. Despite its origins, he decidedly liked his home, even if it was once the property of muggles. The house was still quite lavish, and it took him mere months to make the place a magical residence. Now, the house was guarded by so many protection spells and charms that even Dumbledore wouldn't have been able to set foot on the property without the Dark Lord's explicit permission.
As he pushed the grand french doors of his chambers open, he made his way to the bedroom, and most importantly, his bed. He was quite tired, having not slept the night before, and he was hoping with all that was in him that the troublesome witch within his chambers was already asleep. However, his hopes were crushed as he heard the water running in his shower. Apparently, the girl had made herself quite at home. Stepping into his bedroom, he glanced around to notice only two things were out of place: the fire was blazing and the tome he had been reading that morning was now laying on the end of the bed, open.
With a quick hand movement, Voldemort was changed into his silk pajama pants and his day robes were sent away folded for Tilly to wash. Deciding that he was too tired to deal with the tome, he grabbed yet another thick book from the shelves beside the fire and began to leisurely read on the bed. He wanted to simply lay back and fall into the deep sleep that tempted him, but he was not stupid enough to be sleeping when the girl reentered the room. So instead, he would have to wait for her to reenter and most likely run her mouth a bit before he got his sweet rest.
He had just started to truly get into the pages of the old book in his hands when the door to the bathroom opened. He glanced up only for a moment to see her in shock, her long red hair was dripping wet and her mouth hung agape as her hands held the fluffy white towel to her small body. She seemed to compose herself quickly, clutching the cloth harder against her body and she let out a small huff. It did not do much to help her, however, as the towel barely covered her pale thighs. She then gathered the white material holding her dignity together in one hand and held the other to her hip.
"What do you want now?" Ophelia said, a bit snappily. Lord Voldemort could hardly bring himself to be angry at the slight of a girl, especially in her attempts to hold onto her modesty. He let out a small chuckle and returned his eyes to his book, no longer reading but also not wishing to stare at her any longer.
"Must I really explain to you again that this is my chambers? For the brightest witch of your age, you truly don't seem that bright."
She let out an indignant huff, mumbling something under her breath about him being 'impossible', before searching the surrounding area discreetly for something. When she came up with nothing, she turned back to look at him and glared once more. She seemed slightly uneasy and her voice was softer as she asked, "Am I to sleep.. er, in here again?"
Her voice quivered slightly and he looked at her once more to discover her large green eyes staring at him with such curiosity and nerves that he was almost choked on his next words. "Yes."
She shuffled on her feet again and seemed to think deeply about that for a moment. Coming to some sort of decision within herself, she looked around once more before taking a small step forward, her feet padding slightly across the hardwood.
"Um, might I have some clothes, then?"
"You seemed to favor sleeping without any last night. I don't see why you wouldn't tonight." He was fully aware that he was once again baiting her but hid the smirk on his lips as he once again turned toward his book. The words were lost to him and he could hear the witch in front of him's thoughts race.
"Yes, well, I had no idea that I was in your bed. I would have never done that if I'd known!"
"Ah, so you would not have minded sleeping in say Malfoy's bed bare. Or any other Death Eater I may have chosen."
"No! That's not what I said!"
"Simply what you implied, darling."
"No! I wasn't thinking, I was too exhausted to think about whose bed I may have been in! It had been a long day... and.." She started to stutter and trail off, clearly not wanting to continue this argument on the losing side. Voldemort was attempting to hide his amusement as he set the book to the side and watched her face slowly covered in a blush as she got more frustrated. The blush seemed to trail down her body and he had to force his eyes not to follow its trail. "You never answered my question!"
"Whatever happened to the clothes I so generously gave you this morning?" He tilted his head to the side as he asked this, enjoying the spat. Well, more accurately enjoying her reaction to everything that he said. Her beautiful brows burrowed at his question and her eyes narrowed further in his direction.
"Oh, would you just give me something to sleep in!" Her hand flopped down from her hip at this point, clearly given up on its attempt to look bossy.
A few things flew across his thoughts as he considered his options. He could very well tell her no and simply force her to sleep naked again, but the thought of her naked in his bed once more with him less than a foot away was causing blood to flow directly to his cock. Even the Dark Lord himself could not control what may happen if said beautiful witch was to press her naked body against him, and as much as he did wish to fuck her senseless, he did not want that tonight. Tonight his main goal was sleep. But should he give her what she wanted she may come to expect that from him, and it simply wasn't Voldemorts way to give people exactly what they wanted. Suddenly an idea passed through his head. Perfect.
With another wave of his hand, a green nightgown appeared on the side of the bed closest to her. It was made of silk and was a deep slithering green with lace around the top showing a deep V cut. She picked up the gown by the small straps at the top and gave it a look of disgust as she saw how short it was.
With a smug look, he quipped, "Try it on, little witch"
She stomped, into the bathroom once more, shutting the door a little harder than necessary. Not even a moment later, she emerged with her hands on her hips and a cross look on her face, scowling at him. The small slip fit her very well and he decided he loved the color on her. It made her look incredible, contrasting with her bright red hair and making her legs look longer if possible, the green lace showed just a bit of her perfectly sized breasts. He swallowed discreetly and threw back the thick blankets on her side, gesturing for her to get in.
She slipped into the bed quickly, covering her body with the blankets up to her chin, and turned away from him. Voldemort could make out the outline of her body on the edge of the bed as she tried to stay as far away from him as possible. He wordlessly turned out the candles in the room and put out the fire, chuckling when he saw her jump st the sudden change in lighting. Quickly he reached out his arm and wrapped it around her small waist pulling her till she was flush against his body. His flat stomach relished in the warmth of her back as she made a small squeaking noise, causing him to let out a low chuckle.
He leaned into the crook of her neck, allowing himself only a second to breathe in her sweet scent and then let his lips brush her ear ever so slightly. "What do you think you are doing all the way over there, darling?
"I was trying to sleep, and stop calling me that!" Her voice seemed to quiver as she tried to sound brave. But she couldn't hide from him, he could feel the shivers running through her body as he spoke.
"I will call you whatever I wish my little Pheonix. You belong to me."
"You can't own a person, Voldemort." Ophelia's voice held a bit of an edge to it now and he growled as she said his name. Swiftly, he leaned his head down and bit her soft tender flesh in her neck. He did not bite hard enough to draw blood, but just enough to leave a small mark on her skin, a reminder. She cried out softly as his teeth met the pale flesh and he felt another shiver run down her body as he tentatively traced the mark with his hot tongue, following the fresh indent of his teeth. She whimpered ever so slightly.
"You'll quickly find out, my darling little witch, that I can do whatever I want." Voldemort lifted his head back to her ear and allowed his lips to graze the sensitive area. He tightened his hold on her waist, ensuring that she would not be able to getaway. The void of sleep was calling to him, as he whispered, softly now, "You are mine, Ophelia."
Hey! I'm so sorry for the long update time this time, but to be fair, I had a lot of missing assignments to catch up on. Not kidding. Anyway, I hope you all like this chapter, and I may edit it some more later, but this is what we have for now. Hope you all like the hot little cuddle scene as well.
-ijustlovelove