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In this chapter we learn more about their pasts and see why Femi is in an underground temple.
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Song of an Egyptian Goddess
Chapter 2- Comfort and Love
December 26th, 25 BC
During the summer of the year 25 BC, Femi left the temple that she now had owned ever since a couple of days after her arrival back into Giza in 820 BC. She hadn't hypnotized anyone since that day back in Greece with that married man incident and the stress of not doing so right now was killing her.
She loved the sensation she felt when she chose to hypnotize someone, but after strolling through the streets of that one fishing village back on the island of Crete, the young goddess had been humming a tune only to see a man run away from a very beautiful woman in her direction. Femi was completely shocked to see him bow to her, and even shared a shocked, apologetic glance with the woman who was later identified as his wife, and no matter what the two did, the man would always come back to her.
Femi grew used to it, selfishly using her newfound power to seduce the man even more, unable to resist the idea of having someone actually be in love with her, even if she knew the real reason for it. The experience was so surreal, but after a dream-vision from one of the gods had given her a clearer idea how to control her ability, Femi had also been left with a better idea what such a power should be used for. This new insight into herself had also allowed her to tell her unintended victim to leave her control, although the damage with the man's marriage was already done and then the man was homeless and unloved. While the man was freed from her initial accidental spell, he succumbed to a later song when her abilities essentially latched on to his mind due to his current state of feeling cast out and unloved.
Femi awaited a chastised message from that same god each night, but when nothing happened, Femi had decided to be selfish and act upon her newfound servant. They never had any romance, partly due to the fact that Femi was rather unpracticed in that area and only sent him out on food runs and the sort. She had become quite obsessed with the power, even only having it done on one person.
And the reason she hadn't tried it out on anyone for a few centuries is because of her preference for those around her. She didn't like many people in Giza so far, mostly she just stayed within the temple she created nearby Giza and didn't leave the area much but when she did the amount of people who she met didn't catch her fancy.
She wanted someone who caught her interest rather than what her powers were meant to be used for and Femi knew that she was being selfish with these gifted powers and not using them how the gods intended, but the temptation was just too strong for her to use on any person she found attractive enough.
The Roman Empire had marched into Egypt at lightning speed to overthrow the existing rulers a few years earlier in 30 BC, but for the goddess, nothing had really changed for her. That was until one morning in September, 25 BC, Femi was in one of Giza's many marketplaces when a couple of new soldiers were strolling through looking to buy some supplies for their fort nearby. Femi looked at one of the guards in the small group that had been browsing and sent him a flirtatious smile as she found him quite handsome.
That particular guard stood up straighter, told his fellow companions about the girl giving him a look, and walked over to her amidst the support of his friends, whether louder cheers or quieter pats on the back as he went by.
Femi blushed when the man sent her a confident smirk as he walked towards her, holding out his hand for her to grasp in her own, rather than forcing his attentions on her.
The secret goddess gladly accepted the soldier's hand and was pressed against his chest lightly before he pulled back to look her over. "Nice to meet you…?"
Giving him a warm smile that probably could've melted his heart, she replied, "My name is Femi. And you?" Again she blushed as she ran a hand down his muscular arm.
In response, the unnamed man flexed his arms for her, trying to show off for her, and it was working. She was quickly growing attracted to this young soldier who had to be under thirty at the most.
Giving the young woman (at least she appeared to be a young woman to everyone else) a charming smile, the Roman leaned in to kiss her hand. "What a lovely accent you have my dear Femi." He bowed respectfully. "Back home I am referred to as my battle name 'Barbarian Slayer… but you, and only you, shall call me…" the slayer leaned in closer to her ear, causing another blush to creep onto the dark skinned woman's smooth cheeks. "Ettore."
Femi bit her lip nervously as she led him through the streets towards her home on the outskirts of the town with a view of the pyramids.
Just as they were about to walk through the massive entrance, Ettore stopped to gape at the huge structure of this woman who he was steadily starting to like. "You certainly have a large home."
Femi giggled, rolling her eyes and taking his hand again. "It's somewhat of a church, though I don't participate in the goings-on with that itself. I mostly stick to my home part of this temple." The Roman nodded his head, allowing the sexy woman to lead him on. They passed a few morning servants delivering towels and hot water to some of the chambers and rooms, Ettore being amazed at every turn of this place.
Ettore looked down at his companion and noticed the small expression of trepidation on her face. The man smiled at the thought that this would be this remarkable woman's first time having sexual relations with someone.
They soon reached the bedroom of Femi, where she pushed open the doors, smiled saucily at him as he discarded himself of his outfit, took her in his arms and placed her down on her bed.
As they made out, Femi effortlessly closed the doors with her magic right as he was pulling down her dress strap…
Hours passed before the new pair of lovers exited what was now their room. It was like they were attached at the hip for the remainder of the day, a blush regularly creeping onto the goddess's cheeks every time she caught her new partner staring at her in a mesmerized manner she'd never aroused from anyone without her abilities. The first time the two of them had dinner with some of Ettore's friends, it swiftly became awkward as the two of them didn't even bother to say anything to anyone at the table, each completely enamored with the other.
By December, many of his friends just chuckled every time they saw the two of them together, happy for their friend.
March 3rd, 24 BC
Unfortunately for Ettore, while her influence over him never truly faded, by March the next year any deeper affection Femi once felt for him had almost completely gone. She was able to at least try to be a good lover to him whenever he was around, but the whole experience had affected her mood, particularly when she realized that she had honestly never really been attracted to men.
Walking around the market one day in March, Femi happened to be staring at quite a few desirable looking women, ranging from vendors, customers, or even the occasional priestess or prostitute. She had passed it off as idle admiration at first, but the more she found herself looking the more she had come to realize the truth. She never acted on such a desire, but whenever she saw a truly attractive woman, she couldn't help but think what their life would be like together...
"Are you buying anything?" groaned a bored looking older man, who just happened to be positioned behind a booth near her current position. Femi just made a face at his tone and left him alone.
Just after that she ran into a blond haired woman who had recently moved here from the Roman territory of Hispania, currently traveling all through the empire just to see the sights.
"Oh!" the woman exclaimed as she noticed Femi staring at her. Thinking the dark skinned woman figured that she was new in Egypt, the woman extended her hand for a handshake, but retracted the offer when Femi didn't take her hand. "I'm Isabella. Nice to meet you…?"
Femi snapped out of her stupor for how beautiful this woman was and greeted her calmly, though a small blush crept on her cheeks. "I am Femi…"
"Wow what a beautiful voice you have Femi. I bet you attract a lot of men haha."
Isabella didn't realize why Femi looked downtrodden with that answer, lost in thought of how unfaithful she was being to the man she had agreed to marry in the summer. She hadn't even particularly wanted to accept his proposal, but when he asked her in front of all of his friends at a dinner party with all the Roman occupiers and their families, and/or people they treasured the most, at the palace in Cairo about a week ago… Well, it hadn't exactly felt right to say 'no' in such circumstances.
Femi happened to be the only unmarried woman in that party and was just referred to as Ettore's woman or lover. The women were giving her looks of understanding and or sympathetic looks for her being the center of attention, silently showing with their eyes that it was once them, even though Femi didn't need to read their minds to work that out. That ability she discovered soon after arriving in that village back on Crete, but it was relatively straightforward to tap into; Femi could actually choose to look into someone's mind by just focusing on the person without needing to properly hypnotize them.
Isabella was interrupted by Femi when the dark skinned woman sighed. "Unfortunately. I'm just not into men."
Isabella chuckled at hearing that. "That is rather unfortunate for whomever you're with."
Femi's mood worsened as she left the Spaniard and went to go sit on a nearby staircase, wondering how she would be able to tell the man who loved her that she didn't love him anymore. Either she would break his heart- and even if she didn't love him, she still cared about him to a degree- or he might become so enraged that he tried to kill her for 'leading him on', forcing her to reveal her powers? It was a lose-lose situation either way from her perspective.
However, when she went home while contemplating the thoughts in her head, Femi noticed that outside the main doors were at least four Roman men, standing alongside five horses. All were wearing battle armor, and were soon joined by Ettore, wearing the same armor, much to Femi's surprise; she hadn't seen him wear anything like that since they first met.
"Ah…" Ettore said through his nervously gritted teeth. "Femi my darling I'm sorry that this is on such short notice, but I must go battle a barbarian force near Rome."
"That's quite a distance to travel." Femi said, tilting her head downward a bit to look up at him through skeptical eyes, silently questioning why he was being sent that far all of a sudden without any warning to his departure.
"I'm sorry my dear, but the request comes from the emperor. I can't decline his order." They kissed, though Femi felt like she was just doing it to please him rather for her own miniscule enjoyment, and he whispered to her that he would be back.
Femi just went inside after he rode off, saddened at how relatively unconcerned she was about his possible return. Her feelings for him weren't so indifferent that she wanted him dead, but if he just didn't come back…
Any pretense at being his dutiful lover came to an end a few months later when she learned that Ettore had been killed during a particularly intense conflict by a spear to the heart. Femi faked her sadness for the general public for a couple of months, but the inhabitants of the temple still knew where her feelings truly lay.
September 18th, 476 AD
A couple of centuries later found Femi sitting around a throne with teenagers as her servants. All the teenagers were above the age of 16, but Femi still wasn't satisfied with the amount that she had hypnotized out of pure need.
Years after the death of her first partner- she refused to use the word lover to describe Ettore after not really loving him for more than a few months- Femi had decided that she wanted, no, deserved to have new lovers by her side, and decided to go around hypnotizing groups between their late teens and early twenties, giving her loves in the prime of their physical potential.
For five years she had hypnotized a married couple and had them serve her. She didn't make any sexual moves on the wife because the couple was married and the goddess didn't want to make her seem like a cheater.
Then in 129 AD, Femi hypnotized a wealthy woman who had no ties to any man, deciding to get a little active with her but not to the point of intercourse. That particular servitude lasted until the wealthy woman's death, the woman never returning to her homeland with word on her travels, for the simple reason that Femi never thought to ask where she was from.
The Egyptian goddess got so desperate for love and affection that near the end of that century, a whole party of about fifteen people were hypnotized by the goddess, meant to follow her around everywhere and worship her. Many people thought they were insane.
However, a few centuries later Femi was walking the streets when a couple of Roman soldiers reached out and fondled her soft large breasts as they walked by her, awing at how good they felt in their hands through the fabric. They even went as far as to come by her temple everyday just to drink some alcohol and follow her around the corridors.
When the fall of the Roman Empire was on the horizon, Femi went out into town and kidnapped all the soldiers' children as revenge for their past sexual harassment of her.
The chaos that ensued with the fall of the empire caused Femi's actions to go relatively unnoticed by those soldiers. About six of the teens who made up her current collection of lovers were of Roman descent; with the Roman Empire collapsing, Femi thought there wasn't a better time to be selfish and take the children from those who had irritated her the last few months, watching as the chaos of the fall of the Romans opened up a power vacuum.
Femi didn't consider herself 'evil' by any definition, but she simply enjoyed her powers. With Egypt in chaos as Rome fell, she was giving serious thought to stepping up to become the new leader of her land; an actual deity to truly lead the people of this great land that had given birth to a living goddess...
However, what the dark-skinned woman didn't know was that, even as she contemplated her next move, the gods above were planning to take action to deal with her 'betrayal' of their plans for her future. Her story would soon be forgotten…
"Mistress?" a bubbly teenage girl asked as she smiled at the woman she served.
Taking a bite out of her food, Femi wiped it off of her chin before responding to her favorite servant. "What is it my dear?"
"There are some strange people outside and they…" suddenly, the girl lost all of her attitude and a magenta colored ring appeared around each servant in the room, only for the rings to vanish as soon as they had appeared. For a moment Femi wondered if it had just been some interesting visual effect, but that thought ended before it could begin when she took in the fear in the eyes of all her servants, even the one girl she had just been talking to.
"YOU ARE FREE. FREE FROM THE CONTROL OF THIS SELFISH WOMAN. FLEE, FLEE FOR YOUR LIVES…" a very familiar voice echoed into the chamber and Femi stood up so fast that everyone in the throne room began to run as the goddess standing up did start a shockwave.
Femi growled, tightening her fists as the room began to shake, yellow strands up magic ran down the walls in a motion that looked as if the user was struggling.
The goddess began to sprint towards the front doors just as that same voice reached her ears once again. "That's right you maggots, flee for your lives."
It had been centuries since Femi had heard that voice, but the words it had spoken had remained in her nightmares for centuries...
"I can't turn back time… you are stuck as a goddess, parentless, alone…"
Tears prickled in the corner of her eyes as the eternal 20-year-old sprinted down the crumbling corridors as priests, servants, sculptors, and even regular everyday patrons ran for safety.
As she reached the front doors, Femi scanned the dunes for any sign of the warrior goddess who had taken her parents many years ago.
"Ah, Femi the selfish, how does it feel to pay for your misdeeds?" laughed a voice from behind her.
Without even having to turn around to see who it was, Femi summoned a sword into her hand and swung around to strike Alala…
15 minutes earlier...
"It will be done. I haven't seen the ungrateful wretch since our first meeting. She has been using her powers wrongly ever since discovering them." Alala said to the head god who had just assigned her on a mission to put the wayward goddess in her place.
The older man didn't say anything but nod his head and usher her out with two other gods that would help in the helmeted goddess's assignment to bury Femi for her crimes of abusing her power, seeking 'love' to spite others rather than bringing it to those who needed the affection and care she could have provided for them.
Alala couldn't help but cackle evilly as she descended to the sandy dunes along with her two current companions for this task. As they took up position around the dunes right outside the temple, Alala opened the palm of her hand and unleashed a magenta colored spell. This brief, but powerful burst of magic would free the minds of those under the Egyptian woman's spell, making these enslaved teenagers face their true feelings for the woman who had captured their minds unfairly.
Amplifying her very own voice, the secret evil goddess shouted into the temple that would soon no longer be seen above ground to the eyes of mere mortals. "YOU ARE FREE. FREE FROM THE CONTROL OF THIS SELFISH WOMAN. FLEE, FLEE FOR YOUR LIVES…"
The two gods that were sent with her took a position standing straight as they pointed a hand facing the temple and began to assert their magic into the very brick and stone of this ancient building.
A wicked smile grew on Alala's face as she watched all the inhabitants of the temple run for their lives towards town.
"That's right you maggots, flee for your lives," mocked the warrior goddess slapping a hand over her mouth to stifle a light giggle. "Look at them run."
Movement caught the helmeted goddess's attention and smiled wickedly as she watched the front doors right as their target exited them. Alala walked towards the Egyptian who looked to be Femi scanning the dunes for her but wouldn't look all the way right.
"Ah, Femi the selfish, how does it feel to pay for your misdeeds?" Alala laughed at her slight creation.
Alala watched in shock as without even having to turn around to see who was speaking to her, Femi summoned a sword into her hand and swung around to strike her.
The warrior goddess acted fast and dodged the attack, landing in the hot sand on her side. She was prepared for another assault, but the first attack had been such a surprise that Alala didn't collect herself in time to see the second strike coming until it was too late. More through luck than planning, Femi managed to cut open her right shoulder and leave a scar above her right eye.
"Ahh…" Alala cried falling back in the sand, cradling her wounded arm as she attempted to stand up, a task that Femi wouldn't allow easily as again she brought down the sword into her left calf causing an otherworldly scream to leave the evil goddess's mouth.
"Your majesty…" cried one of the gods who had come with her, running towards them desperately, only for Femi to throw the sword nearly all the way through him and call it back with a flick of her wrist. The older god fell to his knees breathing one last breath.
"Gods are stronger together… never fight alone…" he said in a strangled voice as he coughed up blood just as his lifeless body hit the ground.
"What in the name of… AHHHRRRRAAAAGGGAAHHH…" Alala couldn't get out what she was going to say as Femi cut into her arm.
"I told you that you would pay for killing my parents," Femi growled out as she raised the sword over her head. "NOW I GET MY REVENGE."
Femi pushed down the sword towards Alala's heart, but at the same time Alala pushed all of her magic into her good arm and brought her hand up to shatter the sword the moment it struck her palm, shocking the sword's user into a stunned silence.
"Arrogant bitch." Alala seethed as she struggled to stand, nearly falling to the ground after putting all her weight on her good leg. "D-do you h-have any id-idea why we are here today?"
Femi dropped the sword to the ground still in a shocked silence and only shook her head no. Taking this as an opportunity, Alala used what little magic she could without hurting herself and pulled Femi towards her. Femi was stuck floating in the air bound by the opposing goddess's magic and watched as she limped forward.
"We a-are here because of the c-choices you have made with your hy-hypnosis… you haven't b-been d-doing the right thing my dear…" the goddess winced from the pain.
The dark skinned goddess frowned. "Then what is the right way to use my gift that you left with me? Huh? I suppose you don't want me to use it at all?" Femi was losing her temper and really wished she could kill this goddess.
"I GAVE YOU THIS GIFT TO GIVE SUPPORT AND CARE TO THOSE WHO NEEDED IT. NOT TO BE SELFISH AND HYPNOTIZE OUT OF PURE WANT." explained Alala cradling her wounded arm, gritting her teeth in pain, as she stared up at the goddess who was being punished.
"What?" Femi breathed lightly. "How should I have known that? No one ever told me that…"
"Well… it's too late now. The gods have chosen your fate." Femi's eyes widened in terror as she was suddenly being pushed backward. "Enjoy your eternal imprisonment."
"WHAT? NOOOOOO AHHHHH…" Femi screamed. Just before she reached the doors, Femi yelled out to her in a menacing tone. "You will rue the day you killed my parents Alala. I'll make sure of it. This crypt won't keep me imprisoned forever, mark my words…" the dark skinned goddess flew through the doors of the temple, only to have them slam close, and the building sunk underground never to be seen or heard from again.
"We'll never be seeing her again… hehe…" though that laugh made her once again wince in pain and the companion that was still with her took her back to the godly realm.
Unbeknownst to the duo, a man stood nearby with a smirk on his face, his hands pressed together as his eyes were closed. For a moment he hummed to himself, as though in deep thought, before the humming stopped and his eyes opened with a thoughtful smile.
"I see she is wrong about never seeing her again. Several centuries from now they will meet once again in the Great Library of the gods where our young Femi received her powers." his smile grew even more as he closed his eyes.
"Ah… there is more to her future… she has a chosen one… I see that the fight to protect that chosen one will drive her to greater lengths... Just who is this Ginerva Molly Weasley?"
Friday, August 20th, 1993
"Ah… good morning my love." yawned the patriarch of the Weasley family as he walked into the kitchen. Despite the fact that they were currently staying in Bill's house, Molly was always up and about getting breakfast together for the family at what seemed like the crack of dawn.
Cheerfully, and in a move that seemed like she was dancing, Molly was next to her husband in a blink of an eye and kissed his cheek before she was suddenly back by the stove. "Good morning love." Molly hummed lightly before she turned to her husband with a curious look. "Any of the kids up yet?"
"I'm sure Bill is." Arthur said casually as he unfolded the newspaper. "He was always an early riser like yourself."
"Morning family." Bill entered the kitchen just after his parents had mentioned him and grabbed a cup of tea from his mother. "What a beautiful morning."
"Sure… if you consider a beautiful morning in Egypt full of blue sky and a sea of sand." His dad muttered into his tea cup. Bill shook his head chuckling.
Suddenly the twins slid into the room doing some kind of strange jig.
"Good…" Fred began, balling his fist to imitate a muggle microphone.
"Morning…" George followed suit in a more dramatic way.
"To mom…"
"To dad"
"And to our eldest sibling." They finished together before jumping into their seats alongside each other, only to receive a reprimanding look from their eldest brother, as though he was outright telling them with a stare that these chairs were too expensive to be treated like that.
"Our mistake." The twins bowed to their eldest sibling, even as Bill was unable to restrain his amused smile at his prankster brothers' traditional antics.
"We wrote Harry a letter asking what he thought about Ginny." Fred said out of nowhere and laughed, hoping their joke would trick everyone. It did.
Molly dropped the spatula that she was using and turned to her two prankster sons with her eyes wide in shock and horror. "You did what? You realize this could seriously embarrass your poor baby sister…"
Arthur raised an eyebrow at his little girl being called a baby. He hadn't explicitly brought the matter up with anyone as he wasn't sure how to breach the subject, but he disapproved of his wife's current attempts to try and get past Ginny's trauma by 'encouraging' her to ignore it. So far all that method seemed to have accomplished was escalating her issues to the point that Ginny would sometimes have two or more nightmares a night.
If Arthur even attempted to try and comfort her, Molly would stop him, saying some kind of excuse to get him to forget about the pain his daughter was in. His wife was hellbent on Ginny getting over this herself, but by that logic it may never happen, and that is what he feared the most. He actually had some private hope that Ginny and Harry might get together in the future as he saw that look between them in Dumbledore's Office. He wasn't sure if anyone else could see it, but Arthur could tell there was at least the potential for something to grow between them, and he had nurtured some secret idea that the two might be able to help each other heal at some future date.
"Hopefully Ron, Ginny and Percy get up soon or the food will go cold…" Molly said out loud in irritation that the three of them weren't up yet.
"Molly dear, be patient with them, it's only 7:30, and we all know Ginny isn't a morning person." Arthur said casually flipping to the next page of his paper.
Molly didn't say anything back until Percy entered the room with an air of confidence about him like he always had when walking around.
"Mother, father, brothers." Percy nodded to each of them in turn before sitting down at the table to eat his food while discussing what was on the paper with Arthur who sat next to him.
All seemed normal for the small group at the breakfast table. Neither of them knew of the chaos that would ensue ten minutes later…
Despite breakfast having been done and eaten by most of the family by now, the hog-like Ron Weasley was still sound asleep in the same position that Ginny had left him in late last night. He snorted until his nose caught a whiff of the noticeable smell of breakfast. "Is that food I smell?" Ron sat up in his bed in a split second, not even caring about his surroundings as he acted as if he was a dog trying to get out of his sleeping bag. He was only briefly aware of the empty, now crumpled, sleeping bag that his sister had been using the previous night. He just shrugged as he pulled a few clothes on, assuming that Ginny had already woken up and started her own breakfast.
He went over to his suitcase, next to it was Ginny's suitcase looking like it hadn't even been touched since yesterday evening, though Ron didn't even notice this one bit while pulling on a dressing gown.
"I wonder why my dear sister didn't wake me up…" Ron grumbled, a loud rumble coming from his stomach, making the red haired boy groan. "I swear… she will be a bloody menace in the future. I can already imagine it…" He was thinking of if Harry married her, she wouldn't even wake him up for anything, but decided against that idea because why would he be OK with his best mate marrying his sister? Would it really be that bad to have him as a brother in-
Peck. Peck. Peck.
Ron stopped his musings when an Owl made itself known perched on the window outside. The white snowy owl was staring at Ron expectedly, and a little excited since this particular owl hadn't seen Ron in a while, and the youngest Weasley boy grinned spotting the owl.
"Hey, Hedwig." Ron greeted letting her into the room where she perched herself on a shelf that contained Ginny's emerald necklace that Bill had purchased a few days ago for her, a gift that the redheaded girl never took off unless when going to shower or go to bed. Ron still didn't pay attention to the fact why it was there as he read the letter Harry had sent him.
"He's staying at the Leaky? All right… nothing much is happening it seems." Hedwig shook her feathers to get his attention and when she was told no return letter the snowy owl launched out of the window back in the direction of London.
When he walked into the kitchen he was about to take his seat when his mother asked him curiously about his sister's whereabouts.
Suddenly, Ron's eyes widened as he looked around the table at each occupant, none of whom was his 12-year-old little sister.
"Ron?" his father looked curiously at him. "Is something wrong? Where's Ginny?"
"I-I thought s-she was o-out here a-already…" Ron began, a fearful stutter hiding his sudden fear of his mother's wrath. "S-she w-wasn't in our r-room…"
"RRRRRROOOOOOONNNNNNNN…"
Meanwhile…
"Hey, Bomani, do you here that?" asked Bakari looking around bewildered.
They were playing checkers when that strange wail reached his ears.
"No… what did you hear?" he said in boredom before he laughed. "Checkmate."
Bakari didn't really care about the loss and replied to his friend as they rose to head off to go see what Bennu was making for breakfast. "I don't know what I heard. It sounded like a woman screaming at someone."
"Ah… it's probably nothing we should be concerned about."
"Right.
Meanwhile, back with the Weasley's…
"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT SHE SNUCK OUT?" Ron's mom screamed at him at such a high pitch that everyone had to cover their ears. When Ron nodded, Molly continued with her rant. "HOW COULD YOU LET THAT HAPPEN RONALD WEASLEY?"
Ron looked confused more than scared at her last question, but his father beat him to it. "If Ginny snuck out in the middle of the night then how do you suspect our dear 'sleeping like he was hit by a Hippogriff' son to even notice her leave?"
'That must have been Ginny I was hearing making noise last night.' Arthur pondered to himself as Molly still chastised Ron, fear driving her to seek someone to 'blame' for what had just happened.
A little while later after everyone finished their panic-stricken breakfast, the family was searching every nook and cranny in the city of Giza for their missing daughter/sister. Many inhabitants, those who were employed from Gringotts, or citizens or tourists of Giza helped with trying to find the redheaded girl.
Meanwhile, Arthur had returned to the house and walked around it thinking. He knew exactly why Ginny ran away, but nothing would make him think what she did was right. His little girl... no, she wouldn't want to be called that after her first year at Hogwarts... his daughter was out there all alone, and it was all because of her mother doing everything wrong, not allowing anyone give her any comfort and even treating her like a child still, more like a baby, but his wife would never admit it.
The older man smiled at the memories he had of Ginny, before the smile faltered as a strange sensation of understanding came to him; after the way they'd all failed to help her so far, it wasn't impossible to assume that she wouldn't be coming back.
He didn't think that Ginny would have run away on her own, but he also had faith that she was strong-willed and stubborn enough that she wouldn't have repeated her last mistakes and fallen under a bad influence, and she wasn't foolish enough to think she could cope on her own.
If she'd found someone who could give her what they hadn't been able to do…
So long as she was happy, he could accept some ignorance of her location right now.
"I love you, Ginny… stay safe." Arthur said with emotion as he went back to the bedroom to write letters to their friends back in England. No doubt the auror department was going to set up an investigation...
Friday, August 20th, 1993
"T-Tom…?" Ginny fell to her knees in a cold sweat against the greenish tiles of the Chamber of Secrets, staring up at the vision of whom she thought was her friend.
What met the feeble girl's gaze was the sinister smirk of Tom Marvolo Riddle, and it scared her as she fell on her back, her eyes half lidded, the sensation of her life force being sucked out of her overwhelming and terrifying.
"Goodbye Ginny Weasley…" her eyes shut tight in an instant.
All of a sudden she began to hear muffled voices, screaming, and roaring. Her ears grew used to having sound back in them as she heard what sounded like the basilisk roaring in pain then a huge thump to the ground. Riddle's would-be victim had regained consciousness, but couldn't open those brown eyes of hers to see what was going on...
Suddenly, Ginny's dream began to fade, replaced by an empty blackness, which she soon blinked away as she heard a soft song being sung to her to rouse her from sleep… accompanied by a sound she suddenly recognized as a heartbeat and a sensation of warm, bare flesh under cloth.
'Where am I?' Ginny thought for a moment, confused as to why she was laying on somebody until it all rushed back to her at once, and she got all excited and blushed once the girl happened to realize where her head was laying.
Femi giggled, reaching between them to pat Ginny on her still-exposed stomach, a light gasp escaping the redhead's mouth until it formed back into a pleased smile.
She couldn't explain everything that had happened to her last night, but on a level she couldn't properly explain, she knew that, as long as this woman- as long as her Mistress- was here, she would be safe...
"Good morning... Mistress…?" Ginny said as she raised herself to look the older woman in the eyes, her tone happy and full of devotion, trying to fight down the nagging fear of rejection.
"Hello, Ginny." the Egyptian woman said, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead. "Good morning."
A bright smile spread across Ginny's face at the greeting from her Mistress, and blushed when she felt their stomachs pressed together. She had never experienced this kind of skin-to-skin contact before (apart from when she was a baby, probably), but she had to admit… it felt kind of nice.
Femi smiled at her before indicating that she needed to sit up and Ginny moved off of her obediently. Once they were both sitting up on the bed, Femi adjusted their positions so that she was sitting behind Ginny, holding the girl against her front, her hands gently caressing Ginny's bare stomach to comfort her. "I want to get to know you a little better, if that's alright, my dear?"
Ginny smiled and nodded. "Sure Mistress. I'd want nothing more." she giggled as Femi tickled her stomach for a quick second. "May we play 20 questions? Though it'll only be me asking, I won't ask you, because you're my Mistress and all… I can learn more about you anytime since we're living together now." said the 12-year-old delightedly, Femi fighting down her initial shock at her servant's casual declaration that they would be living together now. She has never heard of this 20 questions game before as it wasn't a game back during her mortal life, but the dark haired woman understood the gist of it as it seemed rather obvious what you needed to do.
Femi looked at Ginny with a soft, curious, and confused look. "You don't want to return to your family do you?" Her voice was so soft that Ginny would have assumed she was crying if the woman wasn't looking directly at her.
Ginny bit down her bottom lip which was a nervous quip that she does every time she was put in a tough spot to decide something. Sure, last night the girl could have sworn to herself that she didn't need her family now, even if only in her thoughts, because of this wonderful woman who instilled such a great feeling of trust in her that she felt like she'd lost ever since the events of the Chamber of Secrets, but now that she thought about it…
As Ginny sat in silence, she realized that, even after the first truly peaceful night she'd experienced since the Chamber, her feelings from the night before hadn't changed. Her faith in the idea of Dumbledore protecting the students had been lost after the school year, leaving her unwilling to return to Hogwarts if there was going to be that kind of danger, particularly if her brothers just continued to ignore her like they had for most of the year. What was even the point in going back? At the end of the year, Ginny's only thoughts about wanting to return to Hogwarts was to be near Harry, to try and get him to notice her for who she really was, and be able to call him hers because now to Ginny he was just ordinary Harry Potter…
But now… as she looked up at the beautiful woman who had offered her so much comfort in so short a time…
It wasn't that she'd stopped liking Harry, but as Ginny looked at Femi, she felt a growing need to know more about this woman that far surpassed the similar feelings she'd had for Harry in the past. She didn't know where it would go from here, but she knew that she wanted to find out… and as for how her family would react to this...
Femi was patiently waiting for her servant's answer, purposefully not entering her mind; as much as she feared losing this intriguing girl, she would not repeat her old mistakes and compromise Ginny's ability to make a decision for herself. She had lured Ginny in when the girl's mind instinctively responded to her own offer of help, but from here on it would be the girl's choice alone if she wanted to stay...
"Yeah… I don't want to go back," Ginny finally said, her attention refocused on her. "It's just… it's not that I don't love my family, but they've spent the last few months doing everything wrong, and now… I know it sounds selfish, but I just wanted someone to help me..."
An understanding smile crossed the older woman's face watching as Ginny dropped her head and didn't say anything more, guessing that Ginny still wasn't sure how to define what she truly wanted to say.
"I understand," she smiled comfortingly at the girl. "If you want to stay- so long as you're sure you want to stay- that will be all."
"Really?" Ginny looked at her, a slight smile on her face even as her eyes danced with apprehension. "You don't think… I'm not a bad person…?"
"For wanting to get help after a bad experience?" Femi smiled in understanding. "If you need help, you need help; there's nothing wrong with that."
As Ginny's smile reached her eyes, Femi gave her another understanding peck to the forehead before she decided to change the subject back to something lighter. "Getting back to your initial suggestion, I have my first question; what is your favorite memory?"
"Meeting Harry Potter on the train platform." Ginny said without hesitation. She looked a little fearful at first, as though concerned that she may have upset her mistress, but Femi's reassuring smile calmed that fear.
"Favorite animal?"
"Dog." She squealed in delight. "I met one at a muggle pet shop, and she was the most adorable little thing." Femi raised an eyebrow at the word 'muggle' though got the answer straight away once digging into Ginny's mind.
'Note to self- If we get out of here buy ourselves a dog…' thought the amused goddess, watching at how Ginny's beautiful brown eyes lit up when thinking about a pet dog.
Getting back on topic, Femi continued with the questions. "What's your favorite music?"
For this question, Ginny just simply replied with a light blush. "The song called 'Harry Potter: The Savior'... although now that I say it, I don't think he knows it existed."
Femi laughed and gave Ginny a knowing smile at her next question. "Who was your first crush?" Ginny blushed a darker red noticing the look her mistress was giving to her, and sighed in happiness that her mistress seemed to have a great sense of humor. "I'm going to guess it was that Harry Potter fellow you mentioned a few times?"
Ginny nodded, though losing the blush on her cheeks due to the fact that she really didn't think about being with him anymore, partly due to the fact that she was with Femi. "Yeah, Harry was my first crush…" she trailed off, suddenly uncertain how to express what she was thinking as she looked at the beautiful woman beside her.
Noting the way the girl looked at her, Femi allowed herself a moment to give Ginny a reassuring smile before she moved on to her next question. "What do you fear?"
If someone had asked that question just a day ago, Ginny would have said that she feared going back to the Chamber, but now… as she looked at the hand that was suddenly pressed against Femi's stomach…
"Losing you…" Ginny said, looking up to return Femi's gentle gaze with a sad smile.
"Awe… you'll never lose me… I'll always protect you no matter what..." the two girls hugged tightly, Femi making sure she snuggled Ginny into her to feel the love and support she had for her.
"Thanks Mistress…" the brown-eyed girl replied, a single tear rolling down her freckled cheek.
Femi kissed her cheek where the tear was, her lips lingering against that cheek for a moment before pulling away, leaving Ginny in suspense on what she was going to do before she moved back.
From what she could tell by reading her mind, Femi knew that Ginny had… 'Six brothers? Wow, what a brave little girl to put up with all of them…' she then asked as if to not rat out that she knew she had any kin. "If you have any siblings, then who is your favorite?"
Without hesitation, Ginny responded. "My older brother Bill who tried to comfort me until my mom intervened…"
Femi was steadily starting to dislike Ginny's mother, though she sounded like a rather fascinating woman, the way she treated Ginny was just too irritating to her.
Femi couldn't place Ginny's accent and was curious to see where she had traveled from. "Where did you live before meeting me, Ginny?"
"The United Kingdom, although it's also known as Great Britain." Ginny said.
"Really?" Femi replied. She had vague memories of a far away place known as Britannia back in the age of the Roman Empire, but it had never been a place she'd had any contact with herself.
Ginny nodded. "It's a pretty great place. The City of London is beautiful."
"I wish I could see it for myself. Maybe in the future?" the dark-skinned woman muttered enough for Ginny not to hear.
Ginny raised an eyebrow wondering what the woman had just muttered but wouldn't pry, mostly in fear of her Mistress getting mad at her, which is a thought that she didn't really want to see.
"Who's your best friend?" Ginny suddenly heard, rousing her from her thoughts.
"Eh… I don't know, honestly. I mean I befriended a girl named Hermione Granger, we're friends, but I wouldn't say we are best friends. There's another girl in my year, Luna Lovegood, but we aren't that close..." unsure, Ginny tried to recall their interactions, but neither girl had truly done enough to be called 'close' to her, and she'd never really clicked with anyone else in her year...
Nodding her head at the girl's uncertainty when it came to answering such a question, Femi decided to move on. "What about your favorite game?"
"Uh duh it's QUIDDITCH." Ginny screamed in excitement before she began to explain what it was to her mistress. As she took in Ginny's rushed explanation, Femi was initially shocked that the magical world involved such a risky game, but was secretly glad Ginny loved it so much.
"That's… uh… an interesting game." She chuckled nervously. Ginny gave her a knowing smirk to let her know that she knew that it scared the dark-skinned woman a tad.
Femi rolled her eyes, returning Ginny's smirk with an affectionate smile before continuing the questions. "Favorite food?"
"Pumpkin pastries and any kind of salad." Ginny's stomach growled the moment after she said that. "Sorry; I guess I'm getting a bit hungry…"
Femi smiled. "Gregga." she hollered.
A small pop next to the bed startled Ginny out of her thoughts, turning to see a small house elf next to the bed looking at Ginny with wide eyes, not expecting to see his mistress with a human female servant.
Getting over his shock, Gregga turned to Femi with a smile. "What can Gregga do for the great Femi? Does Femi wish Gregga to make food?" he asked in a hurry thinking she was starving.
Femi shook her head smirking at the little house elf. "Gregga I'm not in the need for food, although my new servant is rather hungry. You wouldn't mind serving her up some kind of salad would you?"
His smile was blinding to Ginny it seemed as his teeth were as clean as gold. "Gregga would be delighted miss…" and he was gone in a pop, leaving the two women alone.
"You have house elves Mistress?" Ginny said, more out of shock than as a question.
"Indeed darling. They arrived six years ago, freaked me out they did, because I had never heard of them before. Gregga and his family are really nice." the two shared a smile.
"That… makes sense," Ginny nodded as she shrugged her shoulders. "I always heard that house elves need someone to serve, or they don't know what to do with themselves..."
It was at that moment Femi noticed that Ginny had freckles on her shoulders, and she had to admit that those freckles suited Ginny's body perfectly, or what she could see anyway, as there wasn't any on her bare stomach. She fought down the sudden thought of counting them all, refusing to abuse Ginny's devotion to ask such a question, but came to appreciate the amount of skin that the girl's current outfit exposed all over again.
"Yeah…" said the older woman a little distracted by her servant but shook herself from those thoughts to continue on with the questions.
Curious about this next question, Femi hoped to learn, so they could do it together. "What's your favorite hobby?"
The question caused Ginny to smile widely. "I like to stay fit. That's basically been my hobby ever since I was seven years old," the girl replied, gesturing to her athletic-like body. "I would definitely like to still continue that hobby down here." Ginny confirmed to her mistress, hoping that nothing would stop her from agreeing.
Taking a quick look over Ginny's body, Femi nodded her head finding that the girl was correct about liking to stay fit. "Same, honestly. We could do everything together. How does that sound sweetie?"
Ginny beamed in response, loving the idea her Mistress had just proposed.
Smirking at her dear servant, Femi's eyes twinkled in the candlelight and asked Ginny something that made her blush a dark red. "What's one secret you've never told anyone? It could be anything you name it."
Ginny, still blushing, replied. "I dreamed about Harry after I saw he was at my house for the first time. I dreamed of us getting married and living happily ever after… though those are old dreams." She grinned in victory thinking her mistress wanted her to break down into a fit of giggling.
"I see you knew my plan." The two of them smirked at each other until Femi reached for Ginny's ear. "I was going to tickle you if you even made the slightest hint of a giggle." Ginny smiled loving the way this wonderful woman whispered in her ear.
The whisper affected her in a good way as goose bumps formed on Ginny's skin, and she shivered, loving how serene Femi could make her voice.
Femi kissed Ginny on the cheek before continuing, this time deciding to cuddle with her, holding her against her body tightly. This action Ginny appreciated. "Alright what is your favorite school subject?"
Ginny hummed feeling her mistress's hands locked against her exposed stomach inciting so many feelings of happiness within her. "Transfiguration."
Femi figured that the topic of that subject could be discussed later to learn more about it.
"Favorite thing about Egypt?" Femi gave the beautiful redhead a hopeful smile, hoping Ginny loved at least one thing about her new home country.
Femi gasped as Ginny suddenly placed her hands over Femi's as they lay on her stomach, the goddess briefly so distracted at the sensation that she almost missed Ginny's whispered answer. The girl's voice was so quiet that Femi had a hard time hearing the answer, but she could have sworn Ginny had said that her favorite thing about Egypt… was her…
Tears formed in her eyes as she gave several kisses to Ginny's cheeks and squeezed her lovingly, inciting a happy giggle from the girl in her arms. "My favorite thing about my home country is you as well Ginny…"
That heartfelt declaration caused tears to form in the girl's eyes as well. "Thank you, Mistress…"
"You are most welcome my dear." the dark-skinned female said happily. "You have brought me so much joy in so little time."
In response to that, Ginny reached up and kissed her cheek. "Honestly, I feel the same; I know we only met last night, but you just… I feel so safe with you…"
Femi grinned, inwardly cheering herself on for doing what she sought after when it came to Ginny, and squeezed her lovingly. "Perfect little red." she teased her with a nickname that the girl seemed to really like being called.
Femi decided to keep using it seeing Ginny's grin hearing her new nickname. "So little red, what is your favorite thing about The United Kingdom?"
"The place where all wizards and witches do their shopping. Diagon Alley." Ginny gleefully recalled every store she could remember, all the front window items that were an importance to her, and all the sweet shops there. The older woman had to cover her mouth to hold in her laughter as the girl recalled everything, which all mixed together in one breath.
Still laughing, Femi continued on with her new curious question. "Do you tell jokes?"
Ginny gave her a smirk that rivaled any that she has ever seen before from anyone and her response was like she was stating a fact. "I grew up with six brothers, two of them happened to be avid full-time pranksters, and taught me a lot, so you best watch your back mistress," the little red head teased, twirling her wand for effect, though she would never use it against this woman. Never. Ever. Ever.
"Who is your least favorite sibling, but you still love them no matter what?" She was curious to see if Ginny had a least favorite of her six brothers since she was such a sweet girl.
"My brother Percy." Ginny spoke up without hesitation. "He is such a git and is a 'by the rules' sort of guy. He always thinks Ministry of Magic stuff comes before family."
"I see… Ok then…" Femi said unsure on how to respond.
Ginny could tell that too and their conversation went into an awkward pause, the only motion in the chamber being their gentle breathing and the movement as Femi's fingers caressed Ginny's stomach, before Femi took a deep breath and continued on with her last few questions.
"Most embarrassing memory?"
"Easy, putting my elbow in a butter dish back at home when I was nervous around Harry." Ginny laughed, the memory not having an effect on her, well, not in front of Femi.
The two had a good laugh about that particular answer, tears formed in her eyes from how much she was laughing, the same for Ginny.
After a moment of composing themselves, Femi asked Ginny rather unsteadily. "How do you feel about living in a submerged temple?"
"Honestly, I'm fine with it as long as I'm with you…" Ginny said, adjusting her clasped hands to lay one directly over Femi's as it stroked her stomach, a smile forming her face at being with the woman she wished to serve.
Feeling touched by Ginny's words, Femi paused as she realized that she had reached the final question, knowing what she wanted to ask but suddenly fearful what the answer would be. Before she could ask it properly, they were interrupted by Gregga once again popping in along with his sister Meta.
"Gregga and Meta has brought the newcomer some food." Gregga spoke up when Meta handed him the salad.
Femi disengaged her arms from around Ginny, so the hungry girl could go on and eat her salad. "Thank you, Gregga. Meta." nodded the goddess.
"It was a pleasure for us to serve the new miss. You's been very lonely down here, and we's thought we would throw a celebration later?"
"Sounds like fun. Scurry along now you two."
"Summon Gregga again if you's needs anything." With that said, the two were gone in a pop. As Ginny moved away from the older woman to eat her salad, Femi was coming to terms with her final question; it might be the one she most wanted the answer to, but she had kept it until the end to avoid coming across as too forceful...
"Ginny, sweetheart, I want to know how long do you wish to serve me?"
Closing her eyes tightly and turning to look at her father's spear on a mantle on the wall, she feared Ginny would get upset with her asking that and want to change her mind about staying with her.
But as a minute passed with no answer, Femi opened up eye and turned to see Ginny had paused in her eating and was just staring at the sheets of the bed in contemplation. Femi gritted her teeth nervously, she was about to say forget about that question to move onto a replacement, but then Ginny looked up at her smiling lovingly.
"Forever Mistress. Serving you… it just feels… right. I'm the happiest I have ever been in my life. I feel safe, comforted, supported and loved. I never want this to end." With each word, Ginny inched closer to the dark-skinned woman who looked pleasingly shocked to hear that.
"Really?" Femi breathed out in nearly a whisper.
"Yes, Mistress." Ginny confirmed with a sharp nod. "Being with you is unlike anything I have ever felt before. Nothing grants me more joy…"
"Oh, Ginny." Femi cried pulling her servant into a tight hug.
Femi knew everything would be alright now. With Ginny by her side they wouldn't be alone anymore and their struggles would soon vanish, especially Ginny's as Femi would see to it that the Chamber of Secrets never entered the mind of this wonderful redhead again.
Pulling back from the hug, Femi kissed Ginny on the cheek. "Want to have a tour of your new home darling?"
"Yes, please." Ginny nodded happily at being kissed again on the cheek. Femi grinned, stood up, and offered her hand to the girl who took it without hesitation and the two walked out into the halls to show Ginny around.
Friday, August 20th, 1993
After Femi's tour around the temple had ended, an exhausted Ginny had to be carried back to their room by her mistress. Though the girl didn't mind it, as long as she was in the arms of this woman, nothing would disrupt her peace.
Femi placed Ginny on the bed and began to sing to her in order to place her mind in a hypnotic sleep because of something that had been nagging away at her thoughts all day once they started going on that tour and Ginny told her a little more about her experience at Hogwarts her first year. Why, only after Tom breaking and possessing her mind, was Ginny so weak-minded mentally for her to simply hypnotize her like it was nothing? The girl had been strong enough to resist unleashing the basilisk on the school for a prolonged hunt for almost a year, to say nothing of her attempt to dispose of the diary, and yet Femi's song had exerted this much influence this quickly?
'Her need for support could only justify that level of influence to a point; there must be more to her history than that one experience…' Femi thought.
Deciding to look into her mind, Femi placed her hand on Ginny's forehead and focused her magic into the center of the freckled forehead. Carefully, she released her own essence into the girl's mind, avoiding pressing herself too forcefully into the memories that now swarmed around her, from the earliest subconsciously-retained memories of childhood to last night's meeting as she fell asleep in the goddess's arms.
Femi thought that she was missing something until she happened to notice a small strand of her magic going deeper than the other memories into a clouded vapor-like wall. Curious, Femi pushed on, expecting to only find the memories about the Chamber of Secrets back there. She was wrong, very wrong, terrifyingly wrong. The memories that the dark skinned woman seemed to uncover were buried deep in Ginny's subconscious, the fog surrounding them a sign that her new servant didn't fully remember this particular experience.
Femi began the process of properly erasing these memories, but couldn't help but look into them while she was at work.
Monday, April 27th, 1987
Ginny was outside by herself one dark cloudy morning having snuck out in the middle of night, trying to fly on her eldest brother's brooms since none of them allowed her to fly on them. At the young age of five years old, she was still mature enough to want to hear a better reason for them not wanting her to join. Once she'd heard them talking about how 'girls don't play Quidditch', she had become even more determined to do this properly just so that she could prove them wrong in the future.
The young girl knew that she could get in trouble for doing this without supervision, but she hadn't been caught yet. She was sneaky.
It was nearing 1:00 in the morning when Ginny decided to stop flying and head back inside to get some sleep.
'Flying feels wonderful…' Ginny thought to herself as she giggled and skipped up the lane from their makeshift Quidditch pitch. However, as Ginny placed the broom back into the broom cupboard, a slight sound caught the little girl's attention to a bush near her, but all the little redhead could see was a set of swirling rainbow colors that caught her interest in a snap.
"What the?" Ginny said at first before her brown eyes shrunk to pinpricks. "P-pretty c-colors…" she sighed, a small grin appearing on her young face, her eyes exploding with colors to mimic the spirals coming from the bush.
"Hssss…"
Ginny shivered hearing that and responded to it in kind. "I-I am yours… to e-eat… a-and to co-coil around to your heart's d-desire." that was strange. The creature in the bush never spoke a word, but Ginny responded to it like it did. This unknown creature spoke some variation of the wizarding language of parseltongue, a language associated with snakes. The redhead couldn't hear it speaking, but understood what the creature hiding in the bushes desired as if it were speaking to her normally.
The little girl's eyes were spinning as if someone had done it with a finger, her mind truly being turned to mush before this very creature's eyes. Ginny's body hunched forward, drool dripping down her chin as she made a strange sound as if she tried to giggle.
"Hsss…"
In an instant of that sound, Ginny stood straight, wiping the drool off her chin sending whatever was in this bush an apologetic look before the expression was replaced with that small grin once again.
"Hsss…"
Ginny sighed, her grin morphing into a smirk. "Yes… I-I will be your meal… my master…" Ginny whispered, reaching a hand out towards the bush, only for a tail to wrap around her wrist and pull her through the bush to the other side.
The moment Ginny laid eyes on whatever wished to eat her, a soft PING rang through her head signalling that she now belonged to what seemed to be a very menacing looking snake.
When her mind broke, a very goofy lovingly smile appeared on the little girl's face, staring up at her master with such devotion. Whatever he wished, she would do, without question.
"Hsss…"
"Yes, Master. My name is Ginny." She blushed at him smiling at her for following that command. She needed to obey him, it felt right, nothing in the world could make her think anything else would be better than obeying him. Ginny knew, that if she was with her master, he would do anything to her, and it would feel right.
"Hsss hssss…"
Ginny was shocked by his command, thinking he would just eat her normally, but she smiled and obeyed, because why would she disobey? If he didn't like the taste of clothes, then who was she to judge her master's command?
The snake helped Ginny divest of her clothing that she had on and Ginny stood at attention, arms at her sides, legs together, standing naked before the snake who wished to make her a meal.
No thought other than excitement to be able to feed her master was running through her mind. She didn't care what her family would think as they were meaningless when she was under the command of her master, he was the one who truly had power over her. Slowly, as she stared into his swirling eyes, she forgot her name, her friends and family.
Who was she? Where was she? Why was she out in the cold forest and not in her master's stomach?
The snake drooled all over her body as he hissed in delight at being able to eat her, and Ginny gave him a toothy smile as his saliva rinsed down her cheeks, a bit of it even getting in her eyes and mouth, but why would she care when she was meant to be his meal? It was why she was born after all, right? To be the meal for this wonderful snake? To contribute to him not starving?
Ginny squealed in delight as her head was enveloped into the warm throat of the snake, her excitement was through the roof, her master was eating her.
Back outside viewing the memories, Femi was working hard to erase them, but she couldn't help but want to throw up watching as Ginny was being pushed into the snake's slimy throat.
She was up to her elbows in his mouth now, and it was getting hard to breathe. Ginny didn't care though. She could pass out, and it only would be one step closer to fulfilling her duty.
Despite being deep into his throat, Ginny gasped in delight when hearing the final command from her dark hearted beloved master. "Hsss…"
She couldn't be happier. Ginny wanted to cry in delight that she was being eaten by the cruelest snake in the world who has eaten hundreds of people before her. She was a little sad that she wasn't the special first one, but it didn't matter.
"I'm happy you chose me Master. I hope you enjoy me." Ginny said, delight in her voice as he tickled her feet with his tongue before lifting his head upward, allowing Ginny to freely slide down to his stomach. That command ended with her to shut her eyes and go into a spiraled filled sleep. Ginny knew just before her eyes shut that she would never awake again thanks to how loving her master was for adding her to the collection of humans he had eaten.
Ginny slid into his stomach and stopped in the middle, saliva covering her from head to toe. Her smile still rested on her face as she dreamed on and on, forgetting that she laid in a snake's stomach where she would slowly suffocate in a matter of hours.
The snake patted his stomach, smiling in victory for eating such a cute human girl-cub, and slithered into the tree above, hanging the part of his body that Ginny lied in off the edge of the branch. Once he had settled into a comfortable position, he swung her back and forth to keep her entranced and 'relaxed and comfortable' in his stomach.
He then laid down to go to sleep with the knowledge by this time tomorrow Ginny would start digesting away, and no one knew she was here.
After about three hours, Ginny still happily rested in the snake's stomach, dreaming of nothing but the spirals that had turned her mind to mush. The little redhead curled into a ball to try and snuggle into a more comfortable position in his stomach, but something outside was stirring.
A sword suddenly was sent flying through the air from out of nowhere with a shout following it. "Not today, or ever, you bastard snake."
The snake didn't even get a chance to register what was happening as he was severed in two. Ginny's smile still remained on her face as her unclothed body slid out of the snake's stomach and into the arms of her savior.
"What?" Ginny awoke suddenly at the early hour of 7:00 in the morning in her bed and pajamas. She was briefly confused to find herself back in bed, unable to remember how her flying yesterday had finished, but soon decided that she must have just been so tired she didn't properly remember it, getting out of bed and skipping downstairs for breakfast.
"No snake shall ever harm you again…" said the mysterious savior who had been watching her window from behind a nearby boulder just to see if she was alright. He then walked away from the Burrow with a smile on his face, apparating away once he was past the property line.
Friday, August 20th, 1993
Femi re-emerged from the memories with a horrified, yet confused expression, puzzled as to the identity of Ginny's mysterious savior from all those years ago. The memories were blackened once Ginny went into the snake's stomach, and she went to sleep, so Femi never saw the savior, but only heard his voice based on Ginny's own vague memories.
With a quick swipe across her servant's forehead, the memories of that past were gone, the only ones of that night left were of her practicing her flying in the dead of night and suddenly waking up in bed confused.
With that done, Femi laid down and took Ginny in her arms to fall asleep as well, but made sure to press their stomachs together again for maximum comfort. Ginny moaned from the contact and snuggled in closer to her loving mistress.
Femi pressed a kiss to Ginny's forehead and couldn't stop the overwhelming feelings of joy and pride in herself as she rained a few more kisses on Ginny's face and sighed. "I love you, Ginny. I know it may be too early for you to say it back, but I feel like you're my chosen one, and I can't get what we talked about today out of my head. I hope to make you happy for years to come… no one will ever treat you like a baby or a nuisance ever again, I promise." She smiled as she adjusted Ginny's body to rub the younger girl's stomach before laying her back down and going to sleep herself, oblivious to the eyes on them from above.
"EXCUSE ME?" Alala screamed to the assembled minions and servants in her temple's surface window that spied on anyone she desired, outraged at the sight of her slight creation falling asleep with a servant girl.
"Y-your majesty?" a minion shivered in fear in question at what had made her so mad.
"Sorev, send word to Gladiator god that our little Egyptian goddess prisoner has yet another servant in her grasp… selfishly…" she growled through gritted teeth.
"But I feel like you're my chosen one…"
Alala stopped her screaming the moment those words reached her ears through the surface window, her angered expression shifting to one of dumbstruck confusion before turning into a look of relief. "Your majesty?" asked one of the female warriors of her region.
"Sorev, belay that message; I think I need to keep an eye on the coming moments before we take any decisive action. If this little redhead is truly our misguided Egyptian's chosen one then there may be hope for her… but it seems like the girl will have to be imprisoned down there with her mistress as well." Alala smirked, not giving a single care about what Ginny would think being trapped down there would do to her, and turned to the assembled group before her. "Don't tell any other god this information."
They all saluted and went back to doing their duties. Alala began to laugh. "Soon my plan to kill Femi will be ready. I just need to convince the gods that she doesn't deserve to live and spin the deal of that girl being her chosen one to one of a selfish catch… yes… yes… HAHAHA."
However, a certain individual was watching her from the shadows with a frown on his chiseled-like face. "What are you up to Alala?" he asked himself in worry as he rushed over to the window just to see Femi cuddled with the servant that had fallen into her clutches and fallen so easily under Femi's control.
The man smiled as he had foreseen this event back when he had been forced to bury Femi underground.
"Looks like Alala will have a fight on her hands very soon, and Femi won't play nice now that she has a loved one to protect, not to mention the memories of her family and friends perishing due to this rogue goddess." the god perked up when he heard chatter coming his way and he knew what he had to do.
The time had come to warn the other gods and goddesses of Alala's plans, and hopefully conceive a plan to stop her own ambitions…
To Be Continued
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Chapter 3 shall be out whenever I can finish it as it will be longer than this chapter. I can't wait to write it.
What do you all think of Femi? Is she a good character?
Thanks again to Marcus. S. Lazarus