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N/N: Okay, let's just get something cleared up first. ***READ CHAPTER 5 FIRST!!!*** Voldemort and Wyndi are not married. I repeat, they are not married. They are betrothed. That means they are engaged. NOT MARRIED!!! I have my reasons for this and some of them will be explained in this chapter. Hee, I'm on a roll! ^^
Chapter Six: Explanations?
Oh Merlin.
Oh Merlin above help me.
I don't believe it. I can't belive it.
How can this be? By His Wand, the man must be at least forty years my senior!
Calm. Control. I must stay in calm control. What would Father say if he knew I was panicking?
***FLASHBACK***
"It's alright to have panicked thoughts, but you must never let those thoughts rule your actions." said my father, looking very menacing.
"Y-yes Father." I stammered. Drat. My father sighed.
"Gwynesine……hylg cdnahdr*" he said, holding the spell for but a moment while watching me refuse to cry out, "Now, let's try that again…"
***END FLASHBACK***
Voldemort takes my hand and leads me to a house I didn't notice earlier. He must have ordered all of his Death Eaters to go home, because I don't see any of them here. He opens the door for me and allows me to go in before him.
At least he's a gentleman.
But that doesn't coincide at all with what I have heard of the Dark Lord. He is supposed to be ruthless. Careless. Hearless. Cold. So why isn't he?
"Have a seat, Lady Gwynesine." he says, indicating to a large, high-backed chair. (N/N: I have no idea what those things are called, if you know, please tell me) I gracefully take the proffered seat. He sits in the chair opposite of me. I remain silent, unsure of what to say or do. Voldemort leans foreward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees.
"Let us get straight to the point, Lady Gwynesine." he says.
"And what point is that, my lord?" I reply, proud of the fact that my voice does not betray me.
"My quest is to conquer death, along with the rest of the world."
Well then. Talk about blunt.
"But I also believe in contingency plans."
Oh dear. Where is he going with this?
"The bloodline of Salazar Slytherin must be continued, in the highly unlikely event that I should die."
Dear Merlin. No. No way. Absolutely not. I am not sleeping with him, betrothed or not!
"Therefore, once I defeat Great Britain and Harry Potter," he spat out his name as if it were something vile, "we shall wed. Then we shall put that contingency plan into, ah, action. I know that your late father would never aprove of anything less."
I nearly let out a sigh of relief while silently thanking Merlin and my father for making it clear that no such action is to take place until after a wedding. Then I see something that I am sure no one has ever seen for a very long time.
I see the Tom Riddle that still resides hidden in Lord Voldemort.
"I promise you that I will not be the father that my sire was." he says quietly. I see the pain of the memories in his eyes. Who is Lord Voldemort, truly? In an instant, that window closes.
"But until then, we shall court each other properly, as I know your father would have wished it."
"As you wish, my lord."
And for the first time since the death of my father, I had a truly intelligent conversation.
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I woke up to see Lucius Malfoy sitting into a chair next to my bed in Voldemort's Mansion. He looks to be in a most uncomfortable postion.
"Lucius!" I exclaim suddenly, and smirk when he jumps.
"M-my lady! I did not realize you were awake!"
"How could you realize anything when you were asleep? And why are you in my rooms?"
"My lord sent me. He said that he wishes for your prescense when you awaken."
"Thank you. You may leave now."
I watch silently as Lucius gets up and bows before leaving my rooms. Day two with my betrothed. What shall happen this time?
I get dressed in a simple emerald green dress and silver robe. Slytherin colours, of course. I walk down to the parlor, where I see Voldemort awaiting me.
"My lady." he greets, kissing the back of my hand.
"My lord." I say, and give a slight curtsy. Why am I so nervous? Because I am with my betrothed, who happens to be the most feared Dark Lord to walk across this earth. For a brief moment I wish father had picked someone less….menacing.
He leads me into a large living room which already has a few Death Eaters in it. Another meeting? Already? I put up my hood, I do not wish to be recognized by them just yet.
We walk to two chairs near the fireplace that are next to each other. He allows me to sit first, and then he takes his own.
"My lord." says one of the Death Eaters walking up to Voldemort. He bows and kisses the hem of his robes. He turns to take his place back but -
"Crucio." he says almost lazily. The Death Eater screams out in pain.
Screaming.
Still screaming.
Why does Voldemort keep the curse on so long? What did - oh. I see now.
The screaming stops.
"You pay respects to me and not my lady? How very rude of you Crabbe."
"M-m-my deepest apologies, my lord. P-please. Forgive me?"
"It is not me you should be apologizing to."
Voldemort looks at me expectantly. I know what he wants, what he expects. And it was quite rude of Crabbe to not even acknowledge my existence. I stand up with all the grace and training I can muster.
"I have never met a more rude - creature - than you, Crabbe. Crucio."
He screams again. This time I hold it.
Still holding, still screaming.
I let go. I have heard enough screaming, my ears ring with the echoing noise. Slowly, painfully, he crawls back to me and kisses the hem of my robes.
"F - forgive me….my…lady…" he says weakly and crawls shamefully back to his place in the circle. Not a single other Death Eater ignored me after that, and not a single one was stopped. Until -
"My Lady." says a dangerous, silky voice I recognize immediately.
"Professor?" I murmur. He nods slightly so only I see and goes back to his place in the circle.
Professor Snape is a Death Eater? I should have known.
After everyone has paid their respects Voldemort stands up to make an announcement.
"We have a new member to add to our ranks this day. Lucius, bring him in."
The doors opened to reveal a proud-looking Lucius and an emotionless Draco. I frown slightly for but a moment. Draco did not seem the type to join a group such as this. Lucius and Draco walk up to Voldemort and bow to him, Lucius first, and then bow to me. This bowing thing isn't too bad.
"Draco Serpen Malfoy, do you hereby pledge your allegience to me, Lord Voldemort, Dark Lord and leader of the Death Eaters?"
"I do, my lord."
"Do you swear, on Salazar Slytherin's Grave, that you will subject yourself to just punishment should you betray me, or any of your fellow Death Eaters?"
"I do, my lord……along with allegience to Lady Gwynesine."
Ooh. How gutsy of him. There is a dead silence until I visibly smile. Draco is my friend, and so I shall show him favour.
"I thank you, Draco Malfoy. You are now in my favour, for your act."
He gives a small smile and gives me a look with his eyes. I nod and he stretches his left arm foreward. Voldemort walks toward him, an eerie mixture of green and silver glow coming from him. He reaches out his right hand and the glowing becomes even brighter.
"Serpent of Skulls in Night, Serpent of Skulls in Day. Destroyer of the Tainted and Liberator of the True. Ye seek to ally thyself with me, Lord of Darkness. Ye shall show the world what purity is, and what purity should be. So mote it be."
"So mote it be." replied Draco. I can see that he is using all his efforts not to cry out in pain. Voldemort removes his hand and the Dark Mark glows clearly against Draco's skin. Voldemort goes back to his seat, giving me a questioning look. I'm not sure what he wants me to do. I look at Draco and see he is in much pain. The Mark must still be burning.
Mark.
Of course.
The Bleeding Rose.
I get up and walk to Draco, putting my right hand on his left forearm, as Voldemort did not long ago.
"Bleeding Rose in Night, Bleeding Rose in Day. Destroyer of the Tainted and Liberator of the True. Ye seek to ally thyself with me, Lady of Darkness. Ye shall show the world what purity is, and what purity should be. So mote it be."
"So mote it be."
I remove my hand and in the mouth of the serpent in the Dark Mark is a Bleeding Rose. My Emblem. A black, bleeding, rose.
"The pain is gone." Draco murmurs so quietly that even I barely hear it. I say nothing and return to my seat.
"Now since that particular order of business has been dealt with, we can move on to more pressing matters," he pauses for effect, "our announcement." he grins an evil grin. Not just a mischievously evil grin, but a truly demonic grin.
Tom Riddle is not present in this man. Can I even call him a human?
"My Lady," he says, offering his hand while getting up. I take it and he apparates us to a large house somewhere that I do not recognize. We are standing on a street where all the houses practically look the same.
Must be a muggle residential area.
Voldemort gets out a pendant. It's the Dark Mark…with the serpent holding a bleeding rose in its mouth.
"Your Father made this a while ago. It is bespelled so that when together we can summon my Death Eaters, but it takes the two of us."
Father would think of something like this.
"It also allows me to summon you." he adds, the implications clear.
Well.
This is definitely an odd moment.
If he thinks for one minute…. I just won't let him.
He puts the pendant around my neck.
"We are to say, 'Cissuh Taydr Aidran'." he says, still holding the pendant. I place my own hand on the pendant and we say the spell. Suddenly all the Death Eaters that were at the meeting, and some who were not, are standing there with us.
"I believe you all know what to do." he says. They all immediately rush towards the house in front of us, and all h*ll breaks loose. A few Death Eaters have enough brains to put up wards so that none of the muggles, or wizards for all we know, can see what we, no they, are doing. Quite frankly, I think that they are all acting like barbarians.
After about an hour of their 'having fun' three muggles were taken out of the house. One very fat looking man, another an extremely skinny woman, and, if possible, even fatter boy. All three looked absolutely terrified.
And they have every right to be so.
"Y-you FREAKS!!!" exclaimes the fat man, "You're all Freaks! The whole lot of you! Why don't you just go somewhere and DIE!!! You aren't normal!!! You don't deserve to LIVE!!! FREAKS!!!"
Well then. He'll be the last to die.
Voldemort narrows his eyes at the fat man.
"No." he says with all the dangerousness he has. No one, no thing, moves.
"It is you who are the 'Freak' muggle! It is you who is not normal! It is you who should just go somewhere and die!" He says angrily, and then gives another demonic smile, "but you needn't worry about having to go somewhere. We'll gladly take care of the dying part for you."
I have never seen such fear in a man's eyes before.
I hold back my laughter. Serious though the atmosphere is, the fear in the man's eyes makes me think of a pig going to a slaughter house.
It's actually quite humorous.
"Aveda Kedavra." says Voldemort.
But the fat man doesn't die.
The even fatter boy does.
"NOOOO!!! MY BOY!!!!" screams the now sobbing woman, "My precious, little boy!!!" She runs over and cradles her now dead son.
"You b*st*rds!!" the fat man exclaimes and runs toward Voldemort, ready to try and kill him with his own bare hands. He gets barely a foot when multiple shouts of 'avada kadavra' are heard and the man falls down dead. Voldemort never even moved.
"NOOOO!" exclaimes the woman, her body shaking with sobs of sorrow and of pain.
"Don't worry." I say with a small and evil-like smile on my face, and the woman looks up at me with hatred in her eyes.
"You b*tch," she says quietly, "you don't give a d*mn and I know it."
"Don't worry," I repeat, "You'll be with your family soon enough."
Crabbe moves slightly, but I look at him nonetheless.
"Now's your chance to redeem yourself Crabbe." says Voldemort.
"Avada Kedavra!" he yells, pointing his wand at the woman.
N/N: Wow. That was the hardest chapter I have had to write. As you can see, Gwynesine is quite evil…and yet she's not. Hard to explain. You'll just have to wait for other chappies to come out in order to understand, I guess. *shrugs*
1.) Halg cdnadlr - neck stretch (owwie…)
Now for the thankies…
Serendipity: Hee! Ta for the compliments! And when do you want to begin?
Grania: ^^;; Heh, yeah, I was a little - apprehensive - about that, but it needs to be done. Wyndi is very ambitious. Hence why she is a Slytherin. And technically, like I stated in my Necrosia's Note at the beginning of the chappie, they aren't married…just engaged. Which is just as odd, really. And did this chappie answer your Draco question? *grins*
I Stalk Snape on Weekends: Orange juice high? That's a new one. Yes, I know who you are and I know you didn't bother to actually read the story because you already have read it….I guess…maybe? Oh bugger, I don't remember these things…
Darth Flirt: And to think, I thought I had left it as a big surprise! Ah well, there's always attentive readers out there! I got the chappie up as soon as I could. It was annoyingly hard to write.
Gina: Yes…Voldemort is definitely ugly. But my theory is that since he is reborn, he's going to look a little more like Tom Riddle until he gets back to the point where he was when he tried to kill Harry. So I figure he's not as ugly right now. Heartless…oh yeah…definitely heartless. I know at one point I did not portray him as such…but there is definitely a reason for that….*coughs lightly, twiddles thumbs, and looks up in mock innocence*
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