Tonight it would happen. Tonight the moon was full. Tonight
Virginia Weasley would have Tom Riddle back.
Standing outside Blaise Zabini's door, facing the woman with a cold smile, she waited to be let in. Blaise stepped aside and admitted Virginia into her home.
"He has returned. The Dark Lord has come again?" Virginia could tell her friend was not as eager as she sounded.
"No, but Draco has." Blaise dropped the bottle of vodka she had been holding.
"He has? Where is he? How.....it was the necromancer?" Virginia nodded and wondered how Blaise had ever sunk to the levels of vodka from plastic bottles.
"I should not have left, he cannot find me here. Unless you've given away my location?" Virginia simply shook her head. She was Blaise's secret keeper, for Blaise had not wanted any unwelcome visitors.
"He is at The Manor." That was the home she had made with Tom, the home she would remake after tonight. Blaise's steel blue eyes widened.
"You are the necromancer." It was not a question.
"Who else would have the strength for it, or the will?" Virginia's laugh was mirthless. She had not experienced genuine laughter in six years.
"I see. Well, shall we go?" Without waiting for an answer Blaise apparated to where she would see her lost lover. ________________________(((***)))_________________________________________
Draco Malfoy stood in the entrance hall, looking just as Blaise had remembered. Alas, there were some Drawbacks. He was nineteen years old; she was twenty seven.
Still, Blaise rushed toward him; he picked her up and whirled her around. Laughter filled the hallway.
"Get on with it!" Virginia snapped. The two broke apart and adjusted their clothing, Draco clearing his throat.
"Sorry Gin. You've got to understand." Draco trailed off, grinning at Blaise. She didn't mean to get so side-tracked but it had been eight years since they had seen each other.
"Whatever. I don't bloody care. But come, it is nearly midnight. Our chance awaits." The chance to bring back Lord Voldemort. (((***)))
"Gin, I don't understand. I thought you could only bring them back as Shades, how did you manage this? Draco is truly back.." Blaise was so ignorant it made Virginia want to strike her.
"Did you think I would settle for so crude a method? I have researched everything, I perfected the art. Now we can raise whomever we wish, provided we go through certain steps."
"I have a right to know how I was brought back I think," Draco put in. Virginia rolled her eyes, but continued explaining to them as they made their way to Tom's grave.
"I gave up much to find how to revive him, to bring him back as strong as possible. To do that, I had to travel to the world of the dead, without first dying. From the writings of the witch Alysphone, who lived in Ancient Greece, I found instructions to make a potion which would allow me to do this." She said no more, and as they walked, the only sound was the crunching of leaves beneath their feet, and the occasional hoot of an owl.
"I'm sure there is much more to this." Blaise clearly wished to know more. However, there were some secrets Virginia felt she must keep. She did not want others learning this power. The only one she would reveal her secrets to was the Great Lord. (((***)))
Hermione paced back and forth worriedly. Most magic was done under the full moon and she had the unnerving feeling that something terrible would be done this night. It was nearly midnight. Nothing so far seemed to have happened and that gave her more cause for alarm. Horrible things were possible on clear nights under a full moon, and worse were done at midnight during these conditions. The clock drew nearer to the twelve.
"Colin." Her husband snored soundly on the couch. How could he sleep at a time like this, after what had been happening lately?
She decided to pay a visit to the Minister of Magic, Cho Chang. She was friends with Hermione and wouldn't mind being interrupted despite the hour. Hermione sighed heavily, she was making more and more late night visits. She realized with a tinge of sadness that it was starting to be like the days when Voldemort appeared to be winning. (((***)))
Cho Chang hurried down her stairs to answer the door, having been awakened by a frantic knocking. She closed her robe and nearly crashed into the door, barely regaining her breath before swinging it open to allow Hermione Creevey to step in.
"Er.Herm, I love you dearly, you're one of my best friends, but don't you think its just slightly late?" Cho helped a flustered Hermione to a couch and got her some water.
"Cho, I think this necromancer is going to attempt to raise You- Know-Who."
"Can't necromancers only bring them back as Shades?" Cho had extensively researched the Dark Arts when she had intended to become an Auror; she was pretty sure she remembered correctly.
"That's what one would think, but somehow this one has come up with a way to completely bring them bring them back. Almost like they'd never gone, except I believe they are the same age as when they died."
"And what leads you to believe that the Dark Lord will walk again on this night?"
"Draco Malfoy was seen three nights previous to this. We all know that tonight presents the perfect conditions for powerful Dark Magic, and we can assume that because the first human returned was Malfoy that this is some sort of Death Eater work. That put together with the fact that necromancy is a Dark Art, well what other conclusion can we draw?" With that speech Hermione had convinced her, but what was to be done?
"Have you talked to Harry?"
"Cho, honestly I don't think he can handle it. He's been acting slightly odd ever since he faced Ginny on the battle field six years ago, when he faced You-Know-Who. He'll turn into another Crouch if we tell him this too soon."
"Maybe if we talked to Ron about it he'd be able to make sure Harry doesn't go off into a mad dark wizard killing frenzy," she suggested. Hermione shook her head.
"We don't have time, You-Know-Who may already be walking. We must again form the resistance before he becomes too strong." (((****)))
Tom Riddle stood before three of his followers, looking at one with great interest.
"Virginia." She nodded. His lover had brought him back.
"I know it took me a while, and I never avenged your death, but I figured this way I wouldn't have to. I had the choice of your true self, who died at age nineteen, or your corrupted soul, after you drank the unicorn blood. I decided that nineteen was better suited than fifty something." Her explanation was dull but important. He nodded and draped an arm around her.
"You have also brought back Draco, others may have been better."
"Ah, but with him comes Blaise. I thought to kill to birds with one stone." Draco and Blaise had left once Tom had begun speaking, believing that there may be things he would have to say to Virginia that were not for their ears.
"Lovely my pet. I taught you well. Come, let us go to The Manor, there are some things I missed while in the world of the dead." He winked, causing her to giggle. She never giggled.
"I've already lost myself to you, my soul was given up for you," she told him.
"Yes, but because it was given up for me it is now mine. Besides, if I understand you correctly, you lost what you were hinting at to me a very long time ago."
One would not have imagined Lord Voldemort as being romantic, and perhaps he was not, but the deep kiss he gave the necromancer was one worthy of Romeo and Juliette. She surrendered completely to him and allowed him to take her right there on that hill, oblivious to the pair of eyes watching them.
Standing outside Blaise Zabini's door, facing the woman with a cold smile, she waited to be let in. Blaise stepped aside and admitted Virginia into her home.
"He has returned. The Dark Lord has come again?" Virginia could tell her friend was not as eager as she sounded.
"No, but Draco has." Blaise dropped the bottle of vodka she had been holding.
"He has? Where is he? How.....it was the necromancer?" Virginia nodded and wondered how Blaise had ever sunk to the levels of vodka from plastic bottles.
"I should not have left, he cannot find me here. Unless you've given away my location?" Virginia simply shook her head. She was Blaise's secret keeper, for Blaise had not wanted any unwelcome visitors.
"He is at The Manor." That was the home she had made with Tom, the home she would remake after tonight. Blaise's steel blue eyes widened.
"You are the necromancer." It was not a question.
"Who else would have the strength for it, or the will?" Virginia's laugh was mirthless. She had not experienced genuine laughter in six years.
"I see. Well, shall we go?" Without waiting for an answer Blaise apparated to where she would see her lost lover. ________________________(((***)))_________________________________________
Draco Malfoy stood in the entrance hall, looking just as Blaise had remembered. Alas, there were some Drawbacks. He was nineteen years old; she was twenty seven.
Still, Blaise rushed toward him; he picked her up and whirled her around. Laughter filled the hallway.
"Get on with it!" Virginia snapped. The two broke apart and adjusted their clothing, Draco clearing his throat.
"Sorry Gin. You've got to understand." Draco trailed off, grinning at Blaise. She didn't mean to get so side-tracked but it had been eight years since they had seen each other.
"Whatever. I don't bloody care. But come, it is nearly midnight. Our chance awaits." The chance to bring back Lord Voldemort. (((***)))
"Gin, I don't understand. I thought you could only bring them back as Shades, how did you manage this? Draco is truly back.." Blaise was so ignorant it made Virginia want to strike her.
"Did you think I would settle for so crude a method? I have researched everything, I perfected the art. Now we can raise whomever we wish, provided we go through certain steps."
"I have a right to know how I was brought back I think," Draco put in. Virginia rolled her eyes, but continued explaining to them as they made their way to Tom's grave.
"I gave up much to find how to revive him, to bring him back as strong as possible. To do that, I had to travel to the world of the dead, without first dying. From the writings of the witch Alysphone, who lived in Ancient Greece, I found instructions to make a potion which would allow me to do this." She said no more, and as they walked, the only sound was the crunching of leaves beneath their feet, and the occasional hoot of an owl.
"I'm sure there is much more to this." Blaise clearly wished to know more. However, there were some secrets Virginia felt she must keep. She did not want others learning this power. The only one she would reveal her secrets to was the Great Lord. (((***)))
Hermione paced back and forth worriedly. Most magic was done under the full moon and she had the unnerving feeling that something terrible would be done this night. It was nearly midnight. Nothing so far seemed to have happened and that gave her more cause for alarm. Horrible things were possible on clear nights under a full moon, and worse were done at midnight during these conditions. The clock drew nearer to the twelve.
"Colin." Her husband snored soundly on the couch. How could he sleep at a time like this, after what had been happening lately?
She decided to pay a visit to the Minister of Magic, Cho Chang. She was friends with Hermione and wouldn't mind being interrupted despite the hour. Hermione sighed heavily, she was making more and more late night visits. She realized with a tinge of sadness that it was starting to be like the days when Voldemort appeared to be winning. (((***)))
Cho Chang hurried down her stairs to answer the door, having been awakened by a frantic knocking. She closed her robe and nearly crashed into the door, barely regaining her breath before swinging it open to allow Hermione Creevey to step in.
"Er.Herm, I love you dearly, you're one of my best friends, but don't you think its just slightly late?" Cho helped a flustered Hermione to a couch and got her some water.
"Cho, I think this necromancer is going to attempt to raise You- Know-Who."
"Can't necromancers only bring them back as Shades?" Cho had extensively researched the Dark Arts when she had intended to become an Auror; she was pretty sure she remembered correctly.
"That's what one would think, but somehow this one has come up with a way to completely bring them bring them back. Almost like they'd never gone, except I believe they are the same age as when they died."
"And what leads you to believe that the Dark Lord will walk again on this night?"
"Draco Malfoy was seen three nights previous to this. We all know that tonight presents the perfect conditions for powerful Dark Magic, and we can assume that because the first human returned was Malfoy that this is some sort of Death Eater work. That put together with the fact that necromancy is a Dark Art, well what other conclusion can we draw?" With that speech Hermione had convinced her, but what was to be done?
"Have you talked to Harry?"
"Cho, honestly I don't think he can handle it. He's been acting slightly odd ever since he faced Ginny on the battle field six years ago, when he faced You-Know-Who. He'll turn into another Crouch if we tell him this too soon."
"Maybe if we talked to Ron about it he'd be able to make sure Harry doesn't go off into a mad dark wizard killing frenzy," she suggested. Hermione shook her head.
"We don't have time, You-Know-Who may already be walking. We must again form the resistance before he becomes too strong." (((****)))
Tom Riddle stood before three of his followers, looking at one with great interest.
"Virginia." She nodded. His lover had brought him back.
"I know it took me a while, and I never avenged your death, but I figured this way I wouldn't have to. I had the choice of your true self, who died at age nineteen, or your corrupted soul, after you drank the unicorn blood. I decided that nineteen was better suited than fifty something." Her explanation was dull but important. He nodded and draped an arm around her.
"You have also brought back Draco, others may have been better."
"Ah, but with him comes Blaise. I thought to kill to birds with one stone." Draco and Blaise had left once Tom had begun speaking, believing that there may be things he would have to say to Virginia that were not for their ears.
"Lovely my pet. I taught you well. Come, let us go to The Manor, there are some things I missed while in the world of the dead." He winked, causing her to giggle. She never giggled.
"I've already lost myself to you, my soul was given up for you," she told him.
"Yes, but because it was given up for me it is now mine. Besides, if I understand you correctly, you lost what you were hinting at to me a very long time ago."
One would not have imagined Lord Voldemort as being romantic, and perhaps he was not, but the deep kiss he gave the necromancer was one worthy of Romeo and Juliette. She surrendered completely to him and allowed him to take her right there on that hill, oblivious to the pair of eyes watching them.