Bride of the Devil

By Spectra Angel



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** The Forest, the Girl, and the Dark Lord **



Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, dreams. He dreams of a girl with long dark, ebony hair and beautiful green eyes. She is thin and extremely beautiful. She's looks divinely... like a goddess.

However, this girl's eyes were oddly familiar to Harry. Her eyes were exactly like his. The girl is weeping and lying on the floor of the Forbidden Forest. Her robes are ripped and torn, and blood is running all over her body. Harry remembers this heart-breaking dream. This wasn't his former time having this dream.

Harry wants to help her and take her out of the Forbidden Forest but he notices that he can't move. He is paralyzed from head to toes.

All he could do is observe and gape at the meager, weeping and gorgeous girl lying on the dirt. The girl murmured something.

"Somebody ... Please help me...please...anyone...Harry....Harry" she kept moaning Harry's name. She was weeping and blood was still flowing all over her exquisite body. Harry had the urge to cry and help her out, but again, he couldn't.

'Somebody, please help her!! Anyone!!!' Harry thought with his entire valor. Unexpectedly, a tall and skeletally thin figure, draped in a cloak with his hood on, appeared out of nowhere. Harry could make out some features out of the tall and thin stranger. He had vivid scarlet red eyes, pale porcelain skin, and a flattened nose like a serpent's.

Harry gasped and tried to move as much as he could, but it was all in vein. His scar was now burning up furiously he clamps his hand on his forehead. Harry looks back at the girl who at the same time also had her hand on her forehead and was rubbing it furiously. Harry gapes at the girl and he gasps. He couldn't believe what his eyes were looking at.

A scar. An exact same scar like his. This girl had the exact same scar as Harry on her forehead.

Harry's eyes were now darting towards the dark and tall figure.

He knew who this stranger with the serpentine face was. It was Lord Voldemort. The only man that haunted his dream and frightened him to death and also the only man that could bring Harry pain and torture.

Voldemort took no notice of Harry and walked over to the weeping girl lying on the dirt with her robes torn.

"Hello, beautiful one" he replied softly. Harry notice his voice held a hint of triumph.

"Pl-pl-pl-please, sir. Don't hurt my friends and family. I'll give you anything," the girl was pleading still with tears running down he sweet face. Again those eyes were so familiar.

"But, my beautiful one, I already have what I always wanted" Voldemort's eyes were filled with a wanton desire.

"Pl-pl-pl-please don't kill me. I didn't do anything wrong" still she kept crying and begging Voldemort for mercy.

"You're such a sweet girl. I'm not going to kill you. You're the only one whom I desired and wanted this whole time" Voldemort gave the girl a cruel and loveless smile.

He leaned forward to stroke her cheek "You are not like your parents and neither your foolish brother"

"Huh?" the girl looked at Voldemort, his hand still on her cheek. She didn't know what this man was talking about. Fear was clear in her emerald eyes. All of the sudden, Voldemort walked closer to the young girl was and looked at her more desirable with his cold scarlet eyes.

"I remembered your parents and your brother very well. Your parents were always brave and courageous. They loved to joke around with their friends and family. Your brother was also the same. Unlike them, you take everything with cautiousness and you try to protect and care your family as much as you can. You are a very sweet girl. I wonder why, though?"

He released his wand from his pocket and pointed it at the girl. He murmured a spell and the girl's hands were suddenly bounded together. Voldemort walked over her and straddled her as best as he could and began to undo her robes until she was stripped down in her undergarments. Harry could not see clearly the full figure of the young girl.



Voldemort raised a hand and began to stroke gently the girl's face as he inhaled the smell, which was from the girl's.

"Pl-pl-pl-please sir. What are you going to do?" her voice was vacillating worse than ever.

"Relax, sweet face. And please, don't call me sir. My name is Lord Voldemort," he said softly as he ran his hands up and down her body. This time the girl was crying soundlessly and tears were now running down her face again. She gasped and choked down a sob as Voldemort rubbed her between her legs.

He began to kiss her softly on the lips and trailed down her delicate throat. He made his way through her shoulders and bit them slightly.

"Ohhhh, God. You are so delicious and beautiful, my pet. Much more than my OWN daughter" Voldemort moaned as he continued to kiss her. The girl kept crying and Voldemort leaned in and kissed the tears away. "Why do you cry, beautiful one?"

"Stop it, please" the girl pleaded.

Voldemort ignored her and continued with his business. This time Voldemort began to kiss her more fiercely his tongue running down the girl's breast all the way to her legs. Voldemort parted her legs slowly and pounded on her until she would scream.



The girl kept crying until her voice died out and she fainted. Her last words were "Help me" As the girl fainted, Harry felt his dream dissolve into white and black and he knew no more.

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A/N: Pretty sad huh? I know. I hope I finish my next chapter. I was thinking on posting this story on Snitchfiction.net. An NC-17 I guess. You guys tell me!!

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-Spectra Angel