Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. That is the brain cuisine of J.K.
Rowling. What I DO own is the plot of this fic, and Krissandra.
Therefore, if you copy this fic, you are not only plagiarizing me, but J.K.
Rowling if you don't put a lil disclaimer. That being said...
~Fic Starts Here~
She was too terrified for words.
They were going to get a Dementor to...to...
Oh god.
Now would be a very good time to shut up and start praying.
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Voldemort had called a sort of council among his Death Eaters to view her worse-than-death.
She had tried everything, from apparating to seducing Lucius Malfoy.
Nothing happened.
She was starting to think there was no hope.
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"You have all gathered to witness the rape of Krissandra Lim. And before you all start volunteering," Voldemort added hastily, seeing the eager glances shared between his masked followers, "she will be raped by a Dementor."
A short, fat Death Eater stepped forward. "But, my Lord, how-"
At that Voldemort grinned evilly. "Watch and learn, Wormtail."
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They all warded themselves before the allowed the Dementor in.
No one wanted to risk fainting.
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Kris could feel it before she saw it.
The cold, dark wave of fear.
The splash of death.
And then she saw it.
A tall, dark hood gliding towards her...
An awful, scabby, grey hand coming out and pushing her legs apart...
The scream of her dead brother going through her brain...
A deep throated yell as a figure flew into the air and tackled the Dementor...
Wait, What?
A tall, masked, and from what she could see, pale figure stood up from the stunned dementor.
"Excuse me, milord, for my actions," he said, his oily voice oozing around the room giving Kris an involuntary shiver, "but I find this catch in particular," he paused to run a long white finger down her body, "Has an exquisite body, if a sharp tongue."
Voldemort gazed stonily at the rogue Death Eater.
"If I may take her back to my rooms and screw the exquisiteness off?"
OK. So much for hoping for an escape.
Voldemort steepled his fingers as he sat thoughtful. Finally, he nodded.
Silently (an: read: without thanks), the rogue unchained her and led her away, presumably to his chambers.
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It was pitch black inside his rooms. She could see nothing, only hear the thunk of his mask falling to the floor and the feel of her self- conscious nakedness.
"Don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you."
She jumped. He didn't seem like the same person. The voice was right, but the inflection was all wrong. It was gentle in the sexiest sense of the word (an: if there IS a sexy sense of the word gentle).
She shivered again, but this time, it was in a good way.
"I've taken all the anti-apparating wards off this room. Here," he whispered, shoving something silky into her hands, "put this on so you don't have to arrive at Godric's Hollow naked. Yes, I know where you were going," he added when he heard her gasp.
"B-but how will you convince them I'm here? The Dementor-"
"There is a spell. I can conjure up a patronus and infuse it into a semblance of you."
"Oh."
"Go on then. And...and tell Dumbledore that his agent says he's fine."
The Death eater impulsively kissed her on the lips before dashing off somewhere to do some complicated charms.
Kris stared at the blackness as she touched her lips, where his lips had claimed her, if only for a second.
So Dumbledore had a double agent.
Would wonders never cease.
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AN: Thanks much! Please review!
~Fic Starts Here~
She was too terrified for words.
They were going to get a Dementor to...to...
Oh god.
Now would be a very good time to shut up and start praying.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Voldemort had called a sort of council among his Death Eaters to view her worse-than-death.
She had tried everything, from apparating to seducing Lucius Malfoy.
Nothing happened.
She was starting to think there was no hope.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You have all gathered to witness the rape of Krissandra Lim. And before you all start volunteering," Voldemort added hastily, seeing the eager glances shared between his masked followers, "she will be raped by a Dementor."
A short, fat Death Eater stepped forward. "But, my Lord, how-"
At that Voldemort grinned evilly. "Watch and learn, Wormtail."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They all warded themselves before the allowed the Dementor in.
No one wanted to risk fainting.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kris could feel it before she saw it.
The cold, dark wave of fear.
The splash of death.
And then she saw it.
A tall, dark hood gliding towards her...
An awful, scabby, grey hand coming out and pushing her legs apart...
The scream of her dead brother going through her brain...
A deep throated yell as a figure flew into the air and tackled the Dementor...
Wait, What?
A tall, masked, and from what she could see, pale figure stood up from the stunned dementor.
"Excuse me, milord, for my actions," he said, his oily voice oozing around the room giving Kris an involuntary shiver, "but I find this catch in particular," he paused to run a long white finger down her body, "Has an exquisite body, if a sharp tongue."
Voldemort gazed stonily at the rogue Death Eater.
"If I may take her back to my rooms and screw the exquisiteness off?"
OK. So much for hoping for an escape.
Voldemort steepled his fingers as he sat thoughtful. Finally, he nodded.
Silently (an: read: without thanks), the rogue unchained her and led her away, presumably to his chambers.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was pitch black inside his rooms. She could see nothing, only hear the thunk of his mask falling to the floor and the feel of her self- conscious nakedness.
"Don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you."
She jumped. He didn't seem like the same person. The voice was right, but the inflection was all wrong. It was gentle in the sexiest sense of the word (an: if there IS a sexy sense of the word gentle).
She shivered again, but this time, it was in a good way.
"I've taken all the anti-apparating wards off this room. Here," he whispered, shoving something silky into her hands, "put this on so you don't have to arrive at Godric's Hollow naked. Yes, I know where you were going," he added when he heard her gasp.
"B-but how will you convince them I'm here? The Dementor-"
"There is a spell. I can conjure up a patronus and infuse it into a semblance of you."
"Oh."
"Go on then. And...and tell Dumbledore that his agent says he's fine."
The Death eater impulsively kissed her on the lips before dashing off somewhere to do some complicated charms.
Kris stared at the blackness as she touched her lips, where his lips had claimed her, if only for a second.
So Dumbledore had a double agent.
Would wonders never cease.
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AN: Thanks much! Please review!
