Tom Riddle had never loved any woman. Never thought he had room
for love. Virginia had changed that for him. Now he would
protect her with every ounce of strength he possessed. He would
protect her, and he would make sure no other man came near this
precious rose so beautifully named Virginia.
As he lay next to her in the grass of the moonlit hill he thought he saw movement. He grabbed his cloak to cover her naked form, gently touching her cheek. She slept so peacefully.
Clothing himself quietly he got up, looking madly for the spy. How dare anyone look at his love? No eyes but his were permitted the privelage of seeing his Virginia. Any who dared would get what they deserved. He cackled softly, grabbing his wand.
His search proved fruitless. Nothing but an owl, so it seemed. He went to go and wake Virginia, still watching.
***
Oliver Wood dared not move. The man he saw looked possessed, a spark shone in his eyes that no sane being would dare go up against. Oliver knew that in this guise little danger was posed to him, but years as a spy for the resistance had made him reluctant to trust that he was safe. He would be suspicious of even a moth in times such as these.
The woman seemed not to matter. It was the male who posed to real threat. Power emulated from him. Oliver could think of only one man that powerful. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Tom Marvolo Riddle. Lord Voldemort. The thought would have brought a shiver to him at one time. Now it left him completely unfazed.
*** So they thought they could trick him? Tom laughed quietly to himself. He would not waste his strength on a simple spy. Then again, this owl had looked upon Virginia.
"Tom?" Virginia had awakened at last.
"Hold on sweet." The word being applied to Virginia had such an irony to it that she laughed out right.
"Yes." She never questioned him.
"Crucio!" The owl fell from its perch in pained hoots. Tom draped an arm around Virginia as the pair laughed mercilessly. Slowly it transformed into a human male, a few years older than Virginia.
"Oliver Wood!" She brought her hand up to her mouth in surprise, then began giggling madly.
"I'm relieved. For a moment I thought you regretted our little game with this boy," Tom told her. His voice sounded almost threatening.
"I regret nothing."
"Oh? What about your love affair with Potter?" he spat in her face, seemingly by accident. Virginia knew he had done it on purpose, and she knew she deserved it.
"That was then, I was but a naive child." Tom laughed.
"Ah but you were so cute."
"Cute?" Her eyes blazed with fury.
"Well, with that lovely body, even at age eleven..." he trailed off, playfully giving her bottom a squeeze. At least, as playfully as the most powerful Dark Wizard of the time could ever be. That gained him a hard punch in the nose.
"If you ever refer to me as 'cute' again I swear on my own grave that I will see you sealed in the world of the dead for all eternity." With that Virginia Weasley apparated from the location.
"Well, I certainly wouldn't call you weak," he muttered, and apparated after her. * * *
Oliver Wood was in desperate pain when he was found by Hermione Creevey and Cho Chang. The two saw fit to immediately forget their mission and get him to the best healers they knew of.
"But Cho, the mission, should one of us stay?" Hermione had protested, but Cho put her foot down and convinced Hermione of Oliver's dire need for attention.
"I was the nurse at Hogwarts for two years Herm, the pain was so bad Oliver passed out. We have to help him. Have you become so heartless?" Hermione shook her head and together they made a portkey out of Cho's hair tie.
* * * "Fleur!" Fleur Wood was sitting quietly on her black leather couch, sipping tea and reading a book because she hadn't been able to sleep when the Minister of Magic and Hermione Creevey appeared in front of her. The shock caused the half-veela woman to spill her tea all over her book.
"Vot een Merleen's name are you doing 'ere?" Her accent was thick and clearly French.. She glanced at her friends and noticed the limp form of her husband in the women's arms.
"Oliver was subject to one of the Unforgivable Curses Fleur. You're the only one who can help him." Fleur nodded, a look of grim determination in her eyes. She started instructing her friends to fetch certain potions from her cabinets as she grabbed her wand, completely ignoring the tea dripping down her chest.
Hours later, with Hermione and Cho gone asleep on the floor, and Fleur by Oliver's side, his eyes flew open.
"HE'S BACK! HE'S COME TO DESTROY US ALL! THE LORD IS BACK! WE WILL NOT SURVIVE! NONE WILL SURVIVE! I NEVER MEANT TO SEE! I DIDN'T KNOW! I'M SORRY! FORGIVE ME GREAT LORD! I DIDN'T MEAN TO OFFEND YOU!" His arms flailed about nearly knocking his wife to the ground.
"He's delirious!" Hermione gasped.
"'elp me restrain eem!" Fleur and Cho quickly had him under control.
"Do you have any sedatives?"
"Hermione, I'm like an apothecary. Of course I 'ave sedatives!" Fleur sounded indignant.
"Well let's get some bloody tranquilizors!" Cho yelled as Oliver's right arm broke free and smacked her lip.
"No no no! Eets all wrong! We gave eem enough mediceen to keep eem asleep for hours!" Fleur would never trust anyone with her potions ever again. No doubt Cho or Hermione had given her blood of a hen instead of goats blood. Hen blood mixed with the fish eggs she had meant to mix with the goats blood always caused delirium. * * *
What seemed an eternity later Oliver was calm, and resting. He was awake and the three women were taking turns watching him. The sun had just begun to rise, no one had gotten much sleep that night.
"Fleur?" She stopped pacing, it was her watch and seeing her husband in this state had upset her greatly. She bent down and ran her fingers through his dark brown hair.
"Yes?"
"I saw the Dark Lord."
"Of course you deed." His delirium should have waned by now. She wondered what was causing this. There couldn't have been that much hen's blood...
"Don't sound so indulgent! Merlin! I bloody saw him! He had Ginny, she's the necromancer I know it!"
"You're right. I am."
As he lay next to her in the grass of the moonlit hill he thought he saw movement. He grabbed his cloak to cover her naked form, gently touching her cheek. She slept so peacefully.
Clothing himself quietly he got up, looking madly for the spy. How dare anyone look at his love? No eyes but his were permitted the privelage of seeing his Virginia. Any who dared would get what they deserved. He cackled softly, grabbing his wand.
His search proved fruitless. Nothing but an owl, so it seemed. He went to go and wake Virginia, still watching.
***
Oliver Wood dared not move. The man he saw looked possessed, a spark shone in his eyes that no sane being would dare go up against. Oliver knew that in this guise little danger was posed to him, but years as a spy for the resistance had made him reluctant to trust that he was safe. He would be suspicious of even a moth in times such as these.
The woman seemed not to matter. It was the male who posed to real threat. Power emulated from him. Oliver could think of only one man that powerful. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Tom Marvolo Riddle. Lord Voldemort. The thought would have brought a shiver to him at one time. Now it left him completely unfazed.
*** So they thought they could trick him? Tom laughed quietly to himself. He would not waste his strength on a simple spy. Then again, this owl had looked upon Virginia.
"Tom?" Virginia had awakened at last.
"Hold on sweet." The word being applied to Virginia had such an irony to it that she laughed out right.
"Yes." She never questioned him.
"Crucio!" The owl fell from its perch in pained hoots. Tom draped an arm around Virginia as the pair laughed mercilessly. Slowly it transformed into a human male, a few years older than Virginia.
"Oliver Wood!" She brought her hand up to her mouth in surprise, then began giggling madly.
"I'm relieved. For a moment I thought you regretted our little game with this boy," Tom told her. His voice sounded almost threatening.
"I regret nothing."
"Oh? What about your love affair with Potter?" he spat in her face, seemingly by accident. Virginia knew he had done it on purpose, and she knew she deserved it.
"That was then, I was but a naive child." Tom laughed.
"Ah but you were so cute."
"Cute?" Her eyes blazed with fury.
"Well, with that lovely body, even at age eleven..." he trailed off, playfully giving her bottom a squeeze. At least, as playfully as the most powerful Dark Wizard of the time could ever be. That gained him a hard punch in the nose.
"If you ever refer to me as 'cute' again I swear on my own grave that I will see you sealed in the world of the dead for all eternity." With that Virginia Weasley apparated from the location.
"Well, I certainly wouldn't call you weak," he muttered, and apparated after her. * * *
Oliver Wood was in desperate pain when he was found by Hermione Creevey and Cho Chang. The two saw fit to immediately forget their mission and get him to the best healers they knew of.
"But Cho, the mission, should one of us stay?" Hermione had protested, but Cho put her foot down and convinced Hermione of Oliver's dire need for attention.
"I was the nurse at Hogwarts for two years Herm, the pain was so bad Oliver passed out. We have to help him. Have you become so heartless?" Hermione shook her head and together they made a portkey out of Cho's hair tie.
* * * "Fleur!" Fleur Wood was sitting quietly on her black leather couch, sipping tea and reading a book because she hadn't been able to sleep when the Minister of Magic and Hermione Creevey appeared in front of her. The shock caused the half-veela woman to spill her tea all over her book.
"Vot een Merleen's name are you doing 'ere?" Her accent was thick and clearly French.. She glanced at her friends and noticed the limp form of her husband in the women's arms.
"Oliver was subject to one of the Unforgivable Curses Fleur. You're the only one who can help him." Fleur nodded, a look of grim determination in her eyes. She started instructing her friends to fetch certain potions from her cabinets as she grabbed her wand, completely ignoring the tea dripping down her chest.
Hours later, with Hermione and Cho gone asleep on the floor, and Fleur by Oliver's side, his eyes flew open.
"HE'S BACK! HE'S COME TO DESTROY US ALL! THE LORD IS BACK! WE WILL NOT SURVIVE! NONE WILL SURVIVE! I NEVER MEANT TO SEE! I DIDN'T KNOW! I'M SORRY! FORGIVE ME GREAT LORD! I DIDN'T MEAN TO OFFEND YOU!" His arms flailed about nearly knocking his wife to the ground.
"He's delirious!" Hermione gasped.
"'elp me restrain eem!" Fleur and Cho quickly had him under control.
"Do you have any sedatives?"
"Hermione, I'm like an apothecary. Of course I 'ave sedatives!" Fleur sounded indignant.
"Well let's get some bloody tranquilizors!" Cho yelled as Oliver's right arm broke free and smacked her lip.
"No no no! Eets all wrong! We gave eem enough mediceen to keep eem asleep for hours!" Fleur would never trust anyone with her potions ever again. No doubt Cho or Hermione had given her blood of a hen instead of goats blood. Hen blood mixed with the fish eggs she had meant to mix with the goats blood always caused delirium. * * *
What seemed an eternity later Oliver was calm, and resting. He was awake and the three women were taking turns watching him. The sun had just begun to rise, no one had gotten much sleep that night.
"Fleur?" She stopped pacing, it was her watch and seeing her husband in this state had upset her greatly. She bent down and ran her fingers through his dark brown hair.
"Yes?"
"I saw the Dark Lord."
"Of course you deed." His delirium should have waned by now. She wondered what was causing this. There couldn't have been that much hen's blood...
"Don't sound so indulgent! Merlin! I bloody saw him! He had Ginny, she's the necromancer I know it!"
"You're right. I am."