Chapter Four

The smile on Lord Voldemort's face flickered, just for a moment. Felicity slowly and carefully lifted herself from the floor and stood before him.

"It can work both ways," she paused, "my Lord."

The sarcasm in her voice made his blood run hot. But he controlled his temper. The only sign of a change in his emotion came from the way that his smile slipped from his face.

"It is no trinket. Just as the mirror of Rowena Ravenclaw is no trinket. This locket" he pulled the heavy ornament out of his robes "belonged to one of the greatest wizards the world as ever known. Greater still for his ideology…"

"Assuming you believe such stories" Felicity interjected.

"You attended Hogwarts, though no one knew who you were. You must remember the whisperings about Slytherin's heir, about Slytherin's monster. And you must have heard about the awful death of that muggle girl." Voldemort's face split into a grin at the very memory of it. That had truly been a moment to savour.

Felicity's face was a mixture of emotion – fear could be seen in her quavering lips, but interest could be seen in her eyes, interest mixed with excitement. "You're Slytherin's heir."

Voldemort didn't respond but let the statement hang in the air.

Minutes passed. No sound could be heard. Even the wind seemed to be at bay, though it was more likely a spell placed over the house.

"And you're Ravenclaw's heir, and truly worthy of the name, unlike our Hufflepuff equivalents." He walked over to the fire, staring into it, lost in his own world. "Imagine what we could do. How you could help me?" The fire reflected in his dark eyes creating the horrifying illusion that his eyes were black with raw flame for pupils.

"What would I help you do?" Felicity asked.

"Simply – take over the world." He turned to face her. "Cleanse it of the mud-blood scum who force us to hide, to try to take our powers, our rights. Make the magical world the only world."

There was a passion in his voice, and it thrilled Felicity, almost as much as it revolted her.

"With you at the head?" She inquired.

Voldemort seemed to leer at her. "Oh yes! Immortal. Undefeatable. And absolute."

"You sound mad."

"I'm perfectly sane."

"And you want me to help you?"

"You can't stop me Felicity," her name rolled off his tongue, and seemed to slither around her body. "But you can join me."

"At your side?"

Voldemort ran his eyes over her. He raised an eyebrow, "Perhaps."

He had moved forward, was so close she could feel the heat from his body. The power rolled off him and seemed to caress her. She felt intoxicated by it all.

His power. His warmth. His handsomeness. She had felt an attraction when she'd seen him. And for some reason his repulsive world-vision seemed to entice her more.

Her mind flicked back to the kiss of only an hour ago.

"Join me Felicity," he whispered as his lip hovered over hers. "Join my Death-Eaters and help restore wizard-kind to the place they deserve. Become greater than Rowena. You could you know, out-do your famous ancestor. You're already more beautiful. Become part of me."

Felicity felt almost dizzy. For a second she wondered who Death Eaters were before she felt his cold lips on hers. She fell into his kiss, and spent the night in his arms.