Every morning, like clockwork, Tom and I would get up from where I had fallen asleep clinging to him, get showered and changed, and he would fuck me over the dresser, then he'd lead us downstairs where we'd have breakfast together. I always found my heart fluttering as every morning he'd watch me with an evil, almost triumphant smirk as I drained the addictive breakfast juice.

Then he'd leave me to roam the mansion by myself while he went out to do his business for most of the day. I made friends with Floppy's equally-as-chestnutted haired mum, Cynthia Malfoy, during these times. She hung out with me while I wandered the gardens, and sat with me in the library, not talking much but sometimes giving me random, spontaneous hugs. She was clearly very attached to me; she was very reluctant to see me go to Tom when he got back from his trips.

I overheard her having an argument with Floppy's dad when I walked past their bedroom one day.

"It's so wrong, how can you not see this, Adam? She's sixteen, she's a schoolgirl, and he's trying to get her pregnant... not to mention, she's under a lo-"

"I know, okay! But it's a necessary evil."

"No, it's not! How is this necessary in any way? She's a teenager, and she's not consenting to this at all!"

"She's clearly consenting to this. I walked in on them in his office the other day, and she was, quite enthusiastically, I might add, sucking him o-"

"ENOUGH, Adam! If I didn't know any better, I'd say you wouldn't mind putting her under one for you too!"

I paused outside their room, my head tilted. What are they talking about? The pink clouds, currently dormant due to Tom being far away from me, faded slightly.

"That's neither here nor there -"

"SERIOUSLY, Adam?"

"It's necessary because the Dark Lord requires it to have an advantage over Dumbledore's lot. This needs to happen."

"Well, sorry if I don't care much about the Dark Lord's requirements if it involves a literal teenager. You know Felix is her age? Seriously... think about that. Our own son. I'm not okay with this at all."

I heard stomping footsteps coming closer to the door, and I scurried off down the corridor. I had no idea what they were discussing, but the pink clouds were slowly ebbing away.

After Tom's trips, he always returned with someone who needed tortured. We'd usually take turns performing the Cruciatus Curse, after which Tom would get a sadistic hard-on from a combination of the high of torture and watching an attractive girl doing something he found hot. He would then take me up to his bedroom and fuck me again.

Sometimes even after all this, it wasn't even evening. And so Tom would retire to his office after redressing, and would take me with him, where he sat at his desk studying a mountain of ancient-looking textbooks, most in a different mysterious language. Other times he would study memories in a basin similar to the Pensieve, swirling them around with his wand. And he would force me under the desk, in between his legs, with his trousers and boxers down at his ankles and my head in his lap.

Death Eaters would sometimes come into the office to give Tom updates and information, but Tom never hid me when this happened. They could always see me, as I moved my head, and one of Tom's hands was always tangled in my hair as he casually talked with his followers.

Then, after this, we'd retire to bed, usually after another fuck if Tom was in the mood. I would sleep naked with my head on his chest, but after several nights and days, the pink clouds were starting to lose their colour, ever so slightly.

One day, he didn't leave to go on his usual trip. Instead, he took me into the drawing room and spent all day torturing me. Of course, I loved Tom with all my heart, so him enjoying it was all I cared about.

But as we entered the fourth hour of me writhing in pain on the carpet, screaming with my hoarse lungs, bleeding all over the floor, the pink clouds were fading fast. When he started, they were throbbing pleasantly, but now it was more like a faint pulse.

Electricity was shaking through my nerves. The slits on my arms and legs were stinging like I'd never felt before. I shuddered violently as Tom's wand pointed straight at me, even though I felt I couldn't move due to feeling so weak. A white mist was floating up from my cuts and surrounding Tom, seeming to sink into his skin, but I didn't care. All I wanted was for it to stop...

"S-stop, Riddle..." I muttered as I twitched, my eyes zoned out as I felt myself losing consciousness.

The pain stopped instantly. I still felt the after-shocks of the Cruciatus Curse, and my cuts were still burning, my body aching after shuddering and rolling around on the floor for so long, but the Curse was lifted. Tom grabbed me, lifting me off the floor and slamming me down on my feet roughly. The white mist broke apart, most of it fading back into me, but a small portion fading into Tom.

"What did you just say?" Tom demanded, his crimson eyes flashing.

I shrank back, fear passing through me for the first time in a while. "N-nothing..."

Tom's eyes were boring into mine sinisterly. He looked incredibly scary; I'd never seen him this mad.

"... Master."

Tom's grip on me relaxed slightly. My heart was pounding. His face was so close to mine that I could see every eyelash, and I wondered if he could hear my heartbeat.

The pink clouds in my head were nearly grey. I thought back to that random vision I had in the gardens about a week ago... Gabriel telling me that I could call him at any time, if I needed him, and he'd be there...

I think I need him now. I'm terrified.

It was as if Tom could sense this, for his expression suddenly relaxed, and he smiled uncharacteristically at me.

"Come, Daisy."

He took my hand and led me out of the room, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. The pale pink clouds were thrumming, and Tom conjured up two goblets, turning to his dresser with his back to me. I couldn't see what he was pouring into them, and I backed away from the bed, hovering near the door. My brain couldn't understand why I was reacting this way. I loved him... there's no reason to be afraid of him... I loved him... I loved him...

Tom turned around, a wide smile on his face. It reminded me of a shark, albeit an incredibly handsome one, baring its teeth before it devoured its prey. He held out a goblet, and I reluctantly took it.

"Drink up." Tom raised his goblet to his lips, taking a long sip as his eyes remained glued on me. I looked down into mine. It looked like red wine, but I could tell it was mixed with something else. Because, for one, it smelled very strongly of the most seductive scents I'd ever smelled... like my broomstick handle, and marshmallows and gunpowder...

Something inside me made me lower the goblet away from my face slightly, making my heart pulse with a faint terror. I had no idea what was making me feel this way. It was breaking through the pink clouds, making me feel for the first time in a week as if I was standing on solid ground instead of floating in the sky...

And the sense inside me casted my mind back towards Gabriel telling me to call him when I needed him... call him for help...

I shut my eyes. 'Gabri-'

A hand was suddenly grabbing my hair, yanking my head back, and another was forcing my jaw open. I opened my eyes to see Tom, his red eyes narrowed in concentration, as he directed my goblet, now floating in midair, to my mouth. The liquid inside poured out into my mouth, and I spluttered as I struggled, trying to resist. But Tom wouldn't stop, wouldn't let me go, and I was forced to drink it.

The effect was instant. It tasted just like the breakfast juice I had every morning, but a multitude stronger. It tasted so good... I licked my lips and looked up at Tom, the clouds now bright pink and whirling around my head in excitement.

Tom smirked. "Why don't we try you on your back this time, Daisy, make it more romantic for you... I'll make love to you..."

My heart fluttered at these words, and I scrambled onto the bed, all fears and creeping thoughts forgotten.

~~~

Fred's POV*

I felt like I was losing my mind. It had been a week since Daisy was taken, and we'd all been forced to go to our classes like nothing was going on. Each day the Order tried to penetrate the boundaries surrounding Floppy's manor, but were violently repelled by the curses and Death Eaters defending the place. George and I had been on two such missions, and we were lucky to escape with our lives after a furious battle with the Death Eater Rookwood.

Terry and Draco got back together after bonding over the loss of Daisy. Kylie and Hermione were reintegrated into the friend group after showing a genuine sorrow and determination to get Daisy back. It was all well and sweet and everything, but I felt so lost without her. I found myself hanging out with Harry a lot of the time, as he seemed to be the only one who understood how I was feeling.

George and I were getting ready for another mission, strapping on our boots in the common room while the others all sat around the fireplace, when a loud swooshing noise sounded behind us, and I jumped, turning to find Gabriel standing behind us, his fists clenched.

"Fuck!" He suddenly yelled, kicking a chair over. Terry turned to him, quirking an eyebrow.

"You alright, dude?"

Gabriel wheeled around to face us, face red and furious. "She was just about to call me! I could feel it! She got interrupted, but she was literally just ABOUT to -"

He kicked another chair over. A jolt of fear went through me - what if she was silenced somehow, like something bad happened to her? - but confusingly, Terry suddenly looked hopeful, a wide grin breaking out over his face.

"What the fuck are you looking so happy at?" I snapped at him, picking up my wand and making to follow a worried George to the portrait hole.

Terry turned to me, his eyes brightened. "No, this is good! It means she's breaking free of the love potion. Even if she did get interrupted... she's resisting."

I tried to bat away any hope I might have had as George and I joined Sirius, Lupin, Tonks, Bill, Mad-Eye, and Kingsley in Hogsmeade, brooms at the ready. We were all silent and determined, clutching our brooms as we Apparated close by to Floppy's manor. We crouched behind a thick, high hedge as Mad-Eye and Kingsley crept forward to the edge, peering around the corner.

Mad-Eye gave the go-ahead gesture, and we all flew up on our brooms. We flew straight for the manor, flat on our brooms, wands out. The first few curses drifted up from the bushes below, and I flicked my wand, blasting them away from me.

"Protego!" George yelled, the curses bouncing off his shield. We swooped down low as we approached, the windows of the manor coming into focus. I could somewhat see inside them... the wallpaper, the furniture... I wondered if I could maybe catch a glimpse of Daisy in there, chained up...

"Red, watch out!"

I rolled over on my broom as a Killing Curse shot over my head. I aimed my wand at the culprit, Bellatrix Lestrange, who was laughing madly up at us from the sweeping stone steps leading up to the front doors.

"Stupefy!" I yelled, and Bellatrix dodged, sending another Killing Curse up at me. I threw up a Shielding Charm, and a well-placed Cruciatus Curse from her shattered it. I rolled over on my broom again as a Stunning Spell shot at me from somewhere else, and I swerved along the side of the manor, the wind whipping in my hair, trying to get away from the two trying to kill me.

It was then that I caught a glimpse of a sight that ruined me. Through a window on the second floor, I could see a bed... and You-Know-Poo, Voldemort, Tom Riddle, whatever... on top of Daisy, both of them naked, him thrusting into her as she clawed at his back, him kissing and sucking at her neck, her looking at him with what I could only describe as a potent mix of desire and love in her eyes.

And Riddle looked up, his evil, red, gleaming eyes staring right into mine as he gave an extra hard thrust. His lips curled in a malicious, sadistic smirk as Daisy arched her back up into him, her eyes fluttering shut.

A sick feeling rose up in me, and I faltered on my broom, feeling my stomach dropping. His eyes bore into mine... and I was falling... falling...

"Fred? FRED!"

Falling...