The door was closed, and Lord Voldemort was alone with his tea
kettle. He waved his wand and whispered a word. A moment later
Virginia the Necromancer stood before him.
"Damn." She said.
"You would rather have stayed a tea pot?" Voldemort quirked an eyebrow.
"Well I brought you back didn't I?"
"You wanted me to repay you in a different way?" he guessed.
"I was thinking something along the lines of....I don't know, slaves, prisoners I could torture...power..."
"You have power." he pointed out, drawing closer. His arms went around her.
"I know," she whispered in his ear. Abruptly, he pushed her away.
"You gave me my life again. You have privelages, but I am the master." Virginia knew this already. She knew she would have to forsake a part of her for this, but she lusted for the power he could give her. She wanted those who had taken her for granted so long to fear her.
She was the necromancer.
He kissed her. She deepened that kiss. Was this love? Why not. She loved his power, he loved her body. They had the same strong ambition, and she understood him. If not love, then what?
They separated and smiled at each other. They never showed the rest of the world this expression. To them, it was a weakness they had to hide.
"Shall we go and visit our guest?" he said. She knew he meant Fleur.
"I thought Draco and Blaise were going to have their fun with her." Virginia pointed out.
"I thought it would be fun, a great way to begin a romantic evening."
"Well then, by all means, let us have our fun!" she laughed.
* * *
Fleur had spent the last twenty minutes being harrassed by Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy. She was sitting, hunched over on a not-so-sturdy stool. Her room, or cell was dark and the only light came from a high window that let in only the tiniest bit of moonlight. As Blaise cut of her hair (the feature she was most proud of) Draco mocked her.
"How pretty are you now, Veela?" he sneered. "Black eye, broken nose, bleeding lip...tsk tsk. When are you going to turn that Veela charm on for us?"
Blaise grinned at Draco's comment and she took the last bit off of Fleur's once long locks. Draco produced a mirror. Fleur strained her neck to look up and see for herself what she had become. It was too dark in the dungeon.
"I...can't...zee," she admitted.
"No? Blaise, why don't you give the little veela girl some light?" Fleur cringed and braced herself, expecting them to set her on fire or something equally awful. Blaise pulled out her wand, and walked around to face Fleur.
"Lumos." There was light. Fleur opened her mouth in horror. Her left eye was swollen, her nose looked crooked and certainly felt that way, and her lips were chapped, decorated with broken skin and blood.
"So much for Veela beauty," Draco spat.
"I am only 'alf Veela," said Fleur weakly. Blaise and Draco looked at each other and smirked.
Someone cleared their throat. The two Death Eaters turned to see Voldemort and his Necromancer standing in the doorway.
"We'll take over," said Virginia, walking toward their victim. Draco and Blaise nodded. The latter turned to her partner, smiling seductively.
"Come on Draco, let us leave us to their fun. I am sure we can find something else to occupy us." Draco raised his eyebrows and followed her out of the cell.
"You people sure do get...around," Fleur commented defiantly as the pair exited.
"Oh I wouldn't be speaking so bravely if I were you dear," said Virginia sweetly as she drew near to Fleur. "If you aren't careful your words might upset me."
"I do not care!" It was obvious from her quivering voice that this bravery was an act. Her words brought a laugh to Voldemort's lips.
"You will care very much. If you say something to upset my Virginia, you will lose your tongue." He produced a small knife, its blade seemed to glow. "I would be very careful if I were you." He was of course just toying with her. He would never use such crude methods. For torture he preferred curses and mind games. And what was this knife nonsense but a mind game?
"I notice you are not speaking," Virginia scoffed, then turned to her lover. "Shall you go first or shall I? It shouldn't be too hard to get information out of this one."
"You. I want to be the one to break her. You can soften her up a bit." He looked thoughtful for a moment, then licked his lips. "I'll watch."
"Very well," said Virginia, producing her wand. "Give me the knife." If anything could be said for little Ginny Weasley, she was always creative, and Virginia the necromancer was apparently no different.
* * *
"Tonks we have to find Fleur!" Oliver was beside himself with worry for his wife. It had been twenty four hours since Fleur had been kidnapped and his imagination would not stop tormenting his mind with images of what might, at that very moment, be being done to her.
"Oliver, I know. When the Order placed me in charge of this it was for a reason." Oliver felt he was justified in his annoyance. Tonks did not seem to be taking this seriously. She was standing in front of a mirror in her living room, changing her hair from blue, to green, to orange, and then reversing it.
He muttered something suitably nasty about people who cared too much for their appearance and went to find Hermione. She was usually good for seriousness.
"Tonks told you when we first arrived Oliver, we cannot do anything until Snape gets back with Lupin," Hermione informed him, sounding exasperated. Cho was even worse, she gave him a lecture in which she compared Fleur's kidnapping to a game of Quidditch.
"Look at it like a game of Quidditch . The Snitch is nowhere to be seen, suddenly there is a Bludger coming toward the Seeker. Just as the Seeker sees the Snitch, he is distracted by one of the Beaters, most likely me, smacking the Bludger away. Now the snitch is fluttering near our opponents end. Do we try to score more points so that catching the Snitch won't win them the game? Or do we send our Seeker into enemy territory on the off chance that he'll be able to get the Snitch?"
Now Oliver loved Quidditch, it was one of his favourite things, in fact he was making his living off of it. However he did not like it when it was being used to represent his wife's abduction.
"Trust a Ravenclaw to come up with something like that!" he shouted before storming back in Tonks' living room, where the Tonks was seated on the couch with Severus Snape and Remus Lupin.
Oliver kneeled down on the floor, placing his elbows on the old wooden trunk that served as a coffee table.
"Where's Fleur," he asked as soon as there was a break in the conversation. Lupin handed him a roll of parchment that proved, upon further inspection, to be a map.
"I've been going through the Daily Prophet and finding the names of all the places where a Death Eater attack was reported. I also read the muggle newspapers for any strange deaths or disappearances that might be Death Eater related. The areas outlined in green are where the Death Eaters have definately been," Lupin told Oliver, as the latter looked over the map.
"What's the red?"
"Those are possible Death Eater Headquarters, Wood. Are you too thick headed to think of looking at the map key?" said Snape nastilly.
"Severus!" Tonks and Lupin said at once, both with a scolding tone.
"Its a very closely guarded secret, but I managed to narrow it down to five possibilities," Snape had apparently chosen to ignore the reprimand.
"What do you propose we do? Our numbers are not large enough to send a group to each location....how did you find out that information anyway?"
"Oliver, calm down!" whispered Tonks, seeing Snape beginning to get very annoyed.
"How I get my information Mr. Wood, is none of your concern, and I should think the plan would be obvious even to you."
"What is it?"
Lupin and Tonks looked at each other, both seemed uncomfortable.
"Someone must infiltrate their camp."
"How?" Oliver asked, wondering how they could break into a camp if they were not even sure where it was. Snape smirked.
"By joining them."
"Damn." She said.
"You would rather have stayed a tea pot?" Voldemort quirked an eyebrow.
"Well I brought you back didn't I?"
"You wanted me to repay you in a different way?" he guessed.
"I was thinking something along the lines of....I don't know, slaves, prisoners I could torture...power..."
"You have power." he pointed out, drawing closer. His arms went around her.
"I know," she whispered in his ear. Abruptly, he pushed her away.
"You gave me my life again. You have privelages, but I am the master." Virginia knew this already. She knew she would have to forsake a part of her for this, but she lusted for the power he could give her. She wanted those who had taken her for granted so long to fear her.
She was the necromancer.
He kissed her. She deepened that kiss. Was this love? Why not. She loved his power, he loved her body. They had the same strong ambition, and she understood him. If not love, then what?
They separated and smiled at each other. They never showed the rest of the world this expression. To them, it was a weakness they had to hide.
"Shall we go and visit our guest?" he said. She knew he meant Fleur.
"I thought Draco and Blaise were going to have their fun with her." Virginia pointed out.
"I thought it would be fun, a great way to begin a romantic evening."
"Well then, by all means, let us have our fun!" she laughed.
* * *
Fleur had spent the last twenty minutes being harrassed by Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy. She was sitting, hunched over on a not-so-sturdy stool. Her room, or cell was dark and the only light came from a high window that let in only the tiniest bit of moonlight. As Blaise cut of her hair (the feature she was most proud of) Draco mocked her.
"How pretty are you now, Veela?" he sneered. "Black eye, broken nose, bleeding lip...tsk tsk. When are you going to turn that Veela charm on for us?"
Blaise grinned at Draco's comment and she took the last bit off of Fleur's once long locks. Draco produced a mirror. Fleur strained her neck to look up and see for herself what she had become. It was too dark in the dungeon.
"I...can't...zee," she admitted.
"No? Blaise, why don't you give the little veela girl some light?" Fleur cringed and braced herself, expecting them to set her on fire or something equally awful. Blaise pulled out her wand, and walked around to face Fleur.
"Lumos." There was light. Fleur opened her mouth in horror. Her left eye was swollen, her nose looked crooked and certainly felt that way, and her lips were chapped, decorated with broken skin and blood.
"So much for Veela beauty," Draco spat.
"I am only 'alf Veela," said Fleur weakly. Blaise and Draco looked at each other and smirked.
Someone cleared their throat. The two Death Eaters turned to see Voldemort and his Necromancer standing in the doorway.
"We'll take over," said Virginia, walking toward their victim. Draco and Blaise nodded. The latter turned to her partner, smiling seductively.
"Come on Draco, let us leave us to their fun. I am sure we can find something else to occupy us." Draco raised his eyebrows and followed her out of the cell.
"You people sure do get...around," Fleur commented defiantly as the pair exited.
"Oh I wouldn't be speaking so bravely if I were you dear," said Virginia sweetly as she drew near to Fleur. "If you aren't careful your words might upset me."
"I do not care!" It was obvious from her quivering voice that this bravery was an act. Her words brought a laugh to Voldemort's lips.
"You will care very much. If you say something to upset my Virginia, you will lose your tongue." He produced a small knife, its blade seemed to glow. "I would be very careful if I were you." He was of course just toying with her. He would never use such crude methods. For torture he preferred curses and mind games. And what was this knife nonsense but a mind game?
"I notice you are not speaking," Virginia scoffed, then turned to her lover. "Shall you go first or shall I? It shouldn't be too hard to get information out of this one."
"You. I want to be the one to break her. You can soften her up a bit." He looked thoughtful for a moment, then licked his lips. "I'll watch."
"Very well," said Virginia, producing her wand. "Give me the knife." If anything could be said for little Ginny Weasley, she was always creative, and Virginia the necromancer was apparently no different.
* * *
"Tonks we have to find Fleur!" Oliver was beside himself with worry for his wife. It had been twenty four hours since Fleur had been kidnapped and his imagination would not stop tormenting his mind with images of what might, at that very moment, be being done to her.
"Oliver, I know. When the Order placed me in charge of this it was for a reason." Oliver felt he was justified in his annoyance. Tonks did not seem to be taking this seriously. She was standing in front of a mirror in her living room, changing her hair from blue, to green, to orange, and then reversing it.
He muttered something suitably nasty about people who cared too much for their appearance and went to find Hermione. She was usually good for seriousness.
"Tonks told you when we first arrived Oliver, we cannot do anything until Snape gets back with Lupin," Hermione informed him, sounding exasperated. Cho was even worse, she gave him a lecture in which she compared Fleur's kidnapping to a game of Quidditch.
"Look at it like a game of Quidditch . The Snitch is nowhere to be seen, suddenly there is a Bludger coming toward the Seeker. Just as the Seeker sees the Snitch, he is distracted by one of the Beaters, most likely me, smacking the Bludger away. Now the snitch is fluttering near our opponents end. Do we try to score more points so that catching the Snitch won't win them the game? Or do we send our Seeker into enemy territory on the off chance that he'll be able to get the Snitch?"
Now Oliver loved Quidditch, it was one of his favourite things, in fact he was making his living off of it. However he did not like it when it was being used to represent his wife's abduction.
"Trust a Ravenclaw to come up with something like that!" he shouted before storming back in Tonks' living room, where the Tonks was seated on the couch with Severus Snape and Remus Lupin.
Oliver kneeled down on the floor, placing his elbows on the old wooden trunk that served as a coffee table.
"Where's Fleur," he asked as soon as there was a break in the conversation. Lupin handed him a roll of parchment that proved, upon further inspection, to be a map.
"I've been going through the Daily Prophet and finding the names of all the places where a Death Eater attack was reported. I also read the muggle newspapers for any strange deaths or disappearances that might be Death Eater related. The areas outlined in green are where the Death Eaters have definately been," Lupin told Oliver, as the latter looked over the map.
"What's the red?"
"Those are possible Death Eater Headquarters, Wood. Are you too thick headed to think of looking at the map key?" said Snape nastilly.
"Severus!" Tonks and Lupin said at once, both with a scolding tone.
"Its a very closely guarded secret, but I managed to narrow it down to five possibilities," Snape had apparently chosen to ignore the reprimand.
"What do you propose we do? Our numbers are not large enough to send a group to each location....how did you find out that information anyway?"
"Oliver, calm down!" whispered Tonks, seeing Snape beginning to get very annoyed.
"How I get my information Mr. Wood, is none of your concern, and I should think the plan would be obvious even to you."
"What is it?"
Lupin and Tonks looked at each other, both seemed uncomfortable.
"Someone must infiltrate their camp."
"How?" Oliver asked, wondering how they could break into a camp if they were not even sure where it was. Snape smirked.
"By joining them."