AN: Enjoy!
It had been an enlightening journey to the North American East Coast. Even in his over forty years of travelling, researching, studying and conquering, he still discovered new Magics and the experience of learning them, of deciphering their properties – he couldn't feel love, but what he felt for the gift of magic was extremely close to it. The magicless vermin that forced his kin into hiding would never understand it. They couldn't possibly hope to understand just how far below they were from the magic folk around the world. The muggle populace of this world had to research and build things over weeks, months and years. The magical populace, however, had to flick their wands and there it was, whatever they wanted to be conjured out of thin air. They transfigured one thing to another, a multiple ton boulder suddenly was as light as a feather. A wizard and witch could do those fantastical things with sheer willpower. Compared to the vermin muggles that inhabited most of this planet they were gods amongst men and yet, they still kept hiding.
No more.
He couldn't wait for them to gain access to the Hall of Prophecies. Once he got his hands on that prophecy, that supposedly bound his and his dearest apprentice's fate, and got to listen to what it said, he could finally announce his return and get back to his original goal: to let magic reign over this world once more.
For now, however, he had to catch up on what he had missed in his three weeks away.
A knock on the door to his quarters announced the arrival of Lucius. The Dark Lord looked up from the reports he was reading at his desk. "Come in."
Lucius Malfoy opened the door immediately and dropped to his knees in front of his chair. "My Lord, welcome back."
He glanced down at Lucius Malfoy. "Rise, Lucius. Tell me what I have missed."
"Of course, my Lord," Lucius began after rising back to his feet. "There haven't been any major developments in your absence. We did as you asked and have not engaged in any raids or anything else. We kept away from the public eye."
"Good." He was pleased to hear that.
Lucius then fidgeted slightly. "However, your apprentice had several requests for me recently."
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow at this. "Did she now? And what kind of requests would those be?"
"One was for a book on a peculiar kind of magic I have not heard of before: ya sang. Unfortunately, there was nothing about this ya sang in our library and I have also yet to find anything in Knockturn Alley."
The Dark Lord couldn't help his chuckles. "Ah, I have come to expect my apprentice to be interested in the more exotic aspects of our gift. It makes me wish that the spoiled spawn of my pureblooded followers would be more like the half-blood golden girl of the light, but then...it would take away all that makes my apprentice so special, does it not?"
Lucius swallowed thickly. "I do have to agree that the Potter girl has been full of surprises. I was very sceptical at first, but she has proven to be very...capable. However, at times she does remind me of Bellatrix. A lot"
He had to agree. "She does, doesn't she? She's a wild little thing. What were her other requests?"
"She wants Rita Skeeter dead. My son said that she said that she, and I quote, 'wants to squash her like an insect'."
The Dark Lord cocked his head at this. "Why would that be?"
"Apparently, your apprentice wants to find out how Skeeter could find out about her...distasteful past. Skeeter has become a nuisance to her."
That would do it. "So it has finally become public knowledge."
Lucius looked surprised. "You were aware of it, my Lord?"
He nodded. "Since I used Legilimens on her in the graveyard on the day of my return." The Dark Lord was quiet for a moment. "You will find Skeeter and bring her to me. I, too, am curious about her secret and we can not have her find out every little thing about Lillian. But we will not kill her. Do you know why, Lucius?"
His Death Eater answered immediately. "Because you cannot kill every problem away, my Lord."
"Exactly." The Dark Lord had an amused smile on his lips. "My dearest apprentice, as cunning and sly as she is, is still very impulsive. If I didn't know any better I would say she is Bellatrix's child."
Lucius paled immediately. "Merlin, preserve us..."
"Come now, Lucius. We both know it would be amusing to see Bellatrix raise a child." The Dark Lord chuckled.
"I have no doubt, my Lord," Lucius answered with a shudder. "Your apprentice's last request, my Lord..."
"Yes?"
"She wanted me to arrange an interview with the Daily Prophet regarding the Skeeter article about her childhood abuse and I did so."
Oh? "Do you have the article at hand?"
"Yes, my Lord. If I may be so free, I have to say your apprentice handled herself exceptionally well," Lucius said as he reached inside his robes. He took out the newspaper and handed it to him.
The Dark Lord took it, then got up from his chair. "Let us walk to the sitting room," he said and walked out of his quarters, Lucius falling into step right behind him.
Once they reached their destination, the Dark Lord sat down and unfolded the newspaper, reading the interview and ignoring Lucius. Once he was done, he waved the now-folded newspaper at his Death Eater.
"This," he began, "is exactly why Lillian is my apprentice instead of any of the other children. What was the public reaction to this interview?"
"Most of the firmly light families are openly appalled at Potter's comments about muggles. They also conveniently chose to ignore the parts about Dumbledore," Lucius answered with a scoff.
"Names?"
"The usual suspects, my Lord. You would be looking at the Weasleys, Longbottoms, Diggorys."
He waved his hand dismissively at those names. "As to be expected from them. They won't abandon that old man so easily."
"The lesser light families, however, are in uproar and are pushing to have Dumbledore removed from the Wizengamot," Lucius continued, his voice now tinged with careful excitement. "The Dark families are pushing for investigations in the homes of muggle-born children or orphaned magical children and how they are treated in orphanages."
The Dark Lord nodded in satisfaction. "Good. They are eating Lillian's story up."
Lucius looked hesitant for a moment, obvious that he was curious about something. A few moments of silence passed before he found his courage. "My Lord...if I may ask...how much of it is true?"
"Everything, Lucius," the Dark Lord answered. "I saw what this exceptional witch had had to go through at the hands of those muggles when I entered her mind. But, as angry as it makes me, I am glad she did."
"Why?"
"Use your head, Lucius," the Dark Lord snapped at the blonde man. "If Dumbledore had put her in a family that cared for the Girl-Who-Lived and nurtured her, do you think she would be the witch she is now? She would have been raised with Light ideals." He then grinned. "Instead, he abandoned her to those animals who defiled a magical child for no other reason than her having magic. Now, we have a witch who has pledged her loyalty to the murderer of her parents without a second thought, willing to torture and kill without remorse whenever I tell her to."
Lucius nodded. "Of course, my Lord."
The Dark Lord hummed. "You know, I have to agree with you, Lucius."
He looked surprised. "My Lord?"
Smirking at him, he got up from his seat and motioned for his Death Eater to follow him. "When you said how well my apprentice did with this interview. I agree and I think she is deserving of a small reward. Where is Peter, Lucius?"
"Diagon Alley, my Lord. After you left for your journey, I have sent him to gather information and listen in on the general populace in his rat form," Lucius answered, his nose scrunched up in distaste.
"Well, no more. Call him back." He smiled, the idea in his mind looking better and better the more he thought about it. "Say, Lucius, have you ever heard of Wendigos?"
"How does the Dark Lord keep coming up with these things?" Barty Jr. asked, staring at the immobilized monstrosity in front of him.
"Our Master told me that it was Little Potter who brought those things up."
The present Death Eaters all looked at the cackling mad witch, Bellatrix Lestrange, the surprise and shock evident on their faces. "You have got to be joking."
"You think our Lord is a liar, Yaxley?" Bellatrix snarled, her wand at the ready.
Yaxley looked unimpressed and annoyed, pushing Bellatrix's wand away from his face. "I wasn't being serious, you hag. But I have to say that girl is starting to impress me."
"You should have seen her when we went to kill her muggle family," Barty threw in. "She made her uncle watch his son get cut to pieces and his wife get raped. And she is a parselmouth."
"Is she now?"
Bellatrix nodded proudly. "Oh yes, like our Lord. I can see why my Lord took her in as his apprentice!"
The two men looked at the crazy witch in amusement. "Can't believe you of all people would say that," Yaxley chuckled.
"She is a half-blood after all."
"Doesn't matter to our Lord, doesn't matter to me," Bellatrix said, waving that fact away. "Her Slytherin blood trumps it all. I have so many curses I want to teach her..."
"Anyway," Barty ended their little chat, "we've got to get going, the portkey is almost ready."
Donning their masks, the trio knelt when Barty placed the portkey on the monster's belly before they all touched it just in time.
Moments later they appeared in a muggle music venue as intended. The band playing stopped, confused about their sudden appearance. Security staff was ready to engage them, but Yaxley already shot his first Avada Kedavra, killing one of them.
The frontman looked stunned. "What the – who –"
"Sonorus," Bellatrix muttered, pointing her wand at her throat. Her voice amplified, she addressed the muttering, confused guests. "Hello everyone. Let's play tag. You all have to run because our little pet is it," she cackled as she petted the monster on the head.
Barty tapped his wand against the beast with a silent Finite Incantatem, then the trio immediately apparated onto the roof of the venue, summoning the Dark Mark into the sky, disappearing with the portkey.
Inside the venue, the terrified and panicked screams of the muggles were drowned by the bestial sounds of what they had released.
On a quiet Friday evening, the group was sitting by the fire, some chatting, some playing exploding snap and one reading.
Never would she have guessed that she would find herself integrated into their midst like this, but here she was, the Dark Lord's apprentice, the future Dark Lady, just...hanging out with her 'students'.
To be fair, she had been sitting there first and they had just joined her. She ignored them and focused on the book she got sent by Lucius Malfoy; that was until Draco addressed her.
"Tomorrow's a Hogsmeade weekend."
She sighed. "That's great."
"You want to join us?" he asked.
She turned a page. "No."
He kept pressing. "You haven't visited Hogsmeade once and you've had your permission slip from Black for years now."
Pulling away from her book in exasperation, Lillian turned to face Draco. "And what is it to you? I simply do not care for a village that has nothing to offer aside from a couple of dingy pubs and a sweets shop. Everything I need I can simply order."
"I can't believe I'm going there, but, what if a boy wants to ask you out for a Hogsmeade weekend?"
Lillian had to laugh at Daphne choking on her water after hearing what Draco had just said before she decided to toy with him a bit. "Why Draco, are you saying you wanted to ask me out and I ruined it for you?" She ignored Pansy's indignant gasp.
"What? No! I wasn't asking you out!" The Malfoy heir somehow managed to pale and blush at the same time.
"And why is that? Are you insinuating I'm not good enough for you?" She continued, her voice dropping to a threatening level.
"Am I not pretty enough to be worthy of your attention?"
"Wha-? I didn't-! Guys, help me!" Malfoy pleadingly turned to Blaise and Nott while the older Slytherins laughed silently.
"Leave me out of that one. You got yourself into this mess, you get yourself out," Blaise denied him, his hands raised.
Lillian just started to laugh before standing up, patting Draco's head. "I was merely joking, Draco. But to answer your 'what if'...I am already promised to a man whom no other person on this planet could ever hope to ever surpass."
Malfoy's eyes widened comically. "Wait...you are promised as in...marriage?"
Daphne looked pointedly away during this conversation, but Lillian paid her no further heed. "Yes."
"To whom-?" Pansy began to ask but Lillian interrupted her with a sigh and a roll of her eyes.
"Think, think! Whom could I possibly be talking about when I say that he is a 'man no one could ever hope to surpass'?"
"No...way..." Draco began when it finally dawned.
"I knew it!" Pansy jumped up from her seat, pointing a finger at Lillian, who just raised a brow with her arms crossed over her chest. "I knew you were fucking the Dark Lord! You acted all high and mighty when I first said it last summer, but I knew it! In the end, you still are nothing but a half-blood slut!"
One could hear their breathing, such was the silence that followed Pansy's outburst.
Daphne suddenly dropped to her knees, looking at Lillian pleadingly, her panic obvious. "My Lady, she didn't mean it! I swear she didn't, I-"
"What in Merlin's name are you doing, Daphne?! This is beneath you, she is beneath you! That mudblood should be addressing you the way you keep addressing her!" Pansy hissed at her best friend.
Daphne got back up to her feet, putting a hand over Pansy's mouth. "Shut up, Pansy, damn it! Do you want to die?!"
"Enough, Daphne." Lillian looked at Pansy, her face a mask of disgust. "Draco," she addressed the blonde boy, "how did you keep visiting your family during the school year?"
"P-professor Snape's office...Pot-...Li-...my Lady...please don't..."
Ignoring his pleas, Lillian aimed her wand at Pansy. "Imperio."
The fireplace in Malfoy Manor lit up and the moment the controlled Pansy stepped out, followed by Lillian, Lillian removed the curse from the other girl.
"Wha-what happ-"
She was cut short when Lillian's fist collided with her jaw, the girl falling onto the carpeted floor. Lillian didn't give Pansy the time to register what was happening when she immediately cast the Crucius curseat her, making her entire body convulse in pain and setting her nerves aflame.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN INSULT ME LIKE THAT?! YOU THINK I WILL ALLOW YOU TO INSULT ME IN FRONT OF MY ENTIRE HOUSE?!" Lillian shouted over Pansy's screams of agony. She kept holding the curse on the Parkinson princess. "YOU THINK-"
The door to the room opened and several adults gasped at the sight of her, the Dark Lord's petite apprentice, towering over the Parkinson heiress's convulsing form.
"What is the meaning of this, my Lord?! What is she doing to my daughter?!"
Lillian had to blink several times before she realized that her wand had been summoned from her hand. She turned to face the culprit and immediately dropped to a knee. "My Lord, it is good to see you again."
"Explain yourself, apprentice. Now." He didn't sound amused.
"Of course, my Lord," Lillian said dutifully. "I revealed to my group the nature of our future relationship. Pansy's reaction was less than savoury. I decided to teach her how to address and behave around her betters."
"That's it?!" Parkinson senior asked incredulously. "I ought to teach you some manners, you-"
The Dark Lord halted the Parkinson patriarch's rant with a raised hand. "What exactly did she say to you, apprentice?"
"May I rise, my Lord?"
"Yes."
"Thank you, my Lord." After Lillian got up from her kneeling position, her face contorted back into its angry grimace. She turned and delivered a swift kick against Pansy's whimpering form. "Tell them what you said to me! Word! For! Word!" she ordered Pansy, punctuating each word with another kick.
Pansy gasped for air as she tried to speak, her face tear-streaked, her entire form a pitiful mess on the ground. Lillian wished she could take a picture of it. "I-I...I s-said...y-you are nothing...b-b-but a...mudblood slut..."
Her Dark Lord's face immediately darkened at that. "Miss Parkinson." The Dark Lord approached her. "Do you think I would just take any half-blood as my apprentice? Do you think I would propose to join bloodlines to just any half-blooded witch? You insulted a descendant of Salazar Slytherin himself. Were you not aware that my apprentice speaks parsel?"
If Pansy looked scared for her life before, she now looked positively terrified. She glanced at her father, who, before, tried to help her, but after hearing the Dark Lord's words just now he was looking equally as terrified as his daughter.
Lillian knelt back down next to Pansy, roughly grabbing the girls jaws and forcing her to look at her. "I told you several times to be careful when talking to me, Pansy. I never liked you, but I began to tolerate you these past weeks. You were doing so well." She squeezed her hand around Pansy's jaws as tightly as she could, digging her fingernails into her flesh, making her whimper. "Did you really think you could just go and call the Dark Lord's future bride, his Dark Lady, a descendant of Salazar Slytherin himself, a mudblood slut? Are you actually stupid?"
"P-please..."
"Please what?"
Pansy's voice broke. "D-don't...don't k-k-kill me..."
Lillian grinned and turned to look at her Dark Lord. "My Lord? Am I allowed to kill her?"
"No! Please! My Lord, I beg of you, please!" Mr Parkinson himself was now on his knees. "She's my only daughter, my only child! Please spare her life this once!"
Lillian scoffed at that. "I gave her more than one chance. I say she has used them all up."
The Dark Lord appeared to be considering his options. "Did she have knowledge of your bloodline and our union when she insulted you before, apprentice?"
She deflated immediately. "Well...no..."
"I see. Miss Parkinson," Riddle approached the girl, her tear- and fearful gaze on the Dark Lord, "you are lucky your father is such a devoted follower. I will spare his sole heiress this once. However," he continued before the Parkinsons could thank him, "the disrespect you showed my apprentice will not go unpunished. You have five minutes with her, apprentice. No permanent harm."
Having her wand returned to her, Lillian towered over Pansy, who stared at her with fearful and wide eyes. "Permanent harm does not equal long-term harm, am I right, Pansy? Mr Parkinson," Lillian turned her attention to her year-mates father, who just looked back at her icily, "a fair warning: your baby girl will need a mind-healer and homeschooling after this. Somnum exterreri solebat."
And then Lillian crouched down next to a screaming Pansy, intently staring at the girl with a happy smile as she lived and felt every nightmare her mind came up with.
Lillian moaned as her back roughly hit the wall of the Dark Lord's study, her lips bruising thanks to her Master's firm kisses. Her legs were locked around his bare hips and her panties were pushed to the side to expose her sex under her skirt. She moaned again when she finally felt that wonderful stretching sensation only the Dark Lord could give her. Her hips and thighs hurt wonderfully from the way she was being used and manhandled by him, her neck burned from the painful bites he was giving her. It was glorious.
"I...have...a...re...ward...for...you," her Master panted out in between his hard thrusts, "for...your...inter...view..."
"Wh-where?"
"Daily...Prophet...tomorrow..."
Her Master was the best.
It was late at night when her head of house escorted her back to the Slytherin Common rooms – freshly showered of course.
He didn't ask where she went and why she took so long, which was what she had expected of him. He also didn't ask why she disappeared with Pansy and came back without her. That she had also expected.
Once she reached the dormitories, she immediately felt the eyes of every other girl in the room on her.
"Where's...Pansy?" Daphne asked, her face white and her lower lip trembling.
"Don't fret, Daphne," Lillian said airily. "She is very much alive. The Dark Lord did not allow me to kill the only heir of one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. You should thank him when you have the chance. I would have had no problem whatsoever with killing her." She sighed in resignation. "Oh well, maybe another time. At least I got to torture her enough so she won't come back for the rest of the year," she finished with a grin.
Once she had put on her sleepwear, she could tell that the other girls pointedly ignored the bruising visible on her thighs and the hickey on her neck. No one wanted to mention that the dark apprentice evidently had sex after torturing another person. She didn't care, though. It had been a lovely day.
"Why are you so excited?"
Lillian grinned at Blaise. "I am supposed to get a reward I can find on the Prophet for my interview. There must be some great news!"
Soon enough the owls appeared, her Daily Prophet one of the first to be delivered this time. She quickly paid the owl and went on the scan the front page, not able to hide her excited gasp. "I completely forgot to ask! He did it! He actually did it!"
Her excited whisper drew the curiosity of those around her and Blaise and Draco leaned over her shoulder to get a look.
"What-?!" "What is that thing?!"
Lillian, hiding her bright expression from the staff table, answered in a low voice as she stared at the bizarre visage someone managed to catch a picture of. "That, my dear followers, is a Wendigo."
BRUTAL MASSACRE IN MUGGLE MUSIC VENUE: DEATH EATERS RELEASE UNKNOWN MONSTER ON MUGGLES