"Who are those people?" Isabel asks as her and Ginny run the path back to the house.
A battle is going on in front of them and members of the Weasley family are battling with black robed figures wearing plain, white masks.
"They're Death Eaters." Ginny answers a she takes out her wand. Isabel copies her movement and removes her wand from her back pocket. "Do you remember Harry saying that that's what his followers call themselves?"
She nods her head in reply. The two redheads run into the battle and start shooting spells at the hooded Death Eaters. A tall, burly Death Eater approaches Isabel for a duel. She wasn't head girl in her time for nothing. She raises her wand and starts throwing curses and hexes at him. She's so caught up in the fight that she doesn't notice their leader Apparate into the garden.
The Death Eater sends a particularly nasty curse her way and she doesn't react quickly enough. She's thrown back into a tree and her wand goes flying out of her hand. Blood trickles out of her mouth as the Death Eater approaches her. His wand is pointed at her chest as she looks around helplessly. There's an evil glint in the dark eyes behind the mask.
"Cruc…"
"Lestrange." A high-pitched hissing voice cuts him off. "I suggest that you not do that."
The man lowers his wand and turns around, bowing low at the cloaked figure in front of them. Isabel takes this chance to stand up. Her eyes meet the scarlet ones from under the stranger's hood and her heart skips a beat. His face is obscured but she can make out chalky white skin, slits where a nose should be, and a lipless mouth that's starting to turn into a smirk. He makes his way over to her and she's frozen to the spot. She wants to run but her body won't let her move.
"My, my, Isabel… It's been ages." He says as he brings one of his bony hands up to her face.
She withdrawals from his touch like he was the plague and stumbles back until she hits the tree. She remembers all of the things they had said about Tom's new appearance but she never knew how frightening he would actually look in person. He used to be so handsome.
"T-Tom?" She manages to stutter out while looking at him with wide, disbelieving eyes.
A twisted smile comes to his disfigured face. "You remember." He hisses. His voice use to be deep and seductive now it's high and could be considered annoying if it wasn't so scary.
"Are you going to kill me?" she asks as her eyes flick down to the ebony wand in his hand.
"No, I have much bigger plans for you." He holds out a hand to her. "Come."
She eyes it wearily and then glances around the garden at all of the others. The Weasley's have been so kind to her and they've really made her feel at home in this strange time. They are her family after all. She can't just leave them at the mercy of Tom's army. She straightens up and gathers all of her Gryffindor courage to look him in his scarlet eyes.
"I'll go with you if you leave them alone."
He raises an eyebrow at her demand, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Why Isabel, you hardly know them… they are the worst kind of blood traitors."
"They are my family." She states.
Something close to anger flashes in his eyes and then is replaced by cool detachment. "No one tells me what to do." He growls. "Now take my goddamn hand."
She shakes her head no and makes a surprised noise when he grabs her. He pulls her back against his chest and places his arms around her body in an iron grip so she can't move. His chest feels cold against her body and he turns them so they both face the fight that's going on.
"I'll let you keep three." He hisses in her ear. "You choose the ones you want to live."
"I can't do that." She whispers as tears start to form in her eyes. It was an unfair thing for him to tell her.
"Then they all die." He says and starts to back away.
She turns around and grabs his bony hand. His face shoots to hers in surprise. "Wait," she says. "Please, don't do this."
He eyes her for a few moments. "Then I'll choose for you."
He turns back to the fight. Harry, Hermione, and Ron are no where to be seen. They must have gotten away before things got too serious. The rest of the Weasley's are fighting a losing battle. There are way too many Death Eaters here. Tom raises his wand and throws multiple killing curses. Only Mrs. Weasley, George, and Ginny are left standing.
"Take them to the dungeons." Tom orders. The Death Eaters grab the ones that are alive and they are too shocked to fight it. Having witnessed the murder of most of their family members it's understandable.
Tom turns to Isabel. Her skin has gone deathly pale and she's staring at him with shocked eyes. She then turns around and throws up in one of the bushes.
X
"You called for me, Master?" Snape bows low to the ground making sure not to make eye contact with his Lord.
"Why did you not tell me they had her, Severus?" he hisses as he plays with his wand, twirling it between his long fingers.
Snape takes a big gulp. "I did not know she was of importance to you, My Lord. Forgive me."
"Perhaps I will." He says, his voice sounding thoughtful. "Then, perhaps I won't."
A shiver goes up Snape's spine and the Dark Lord laughs. "I need your help, Severus, and if you do well you won't be punished for with holding information from me."
"What is it you wish me to do?"
"I want my old body back." Snape's eyes snap up. "Soon we'll rule all of the Wizarding world and it will be easier to gather followers if I look like a man, not a monster."
"I agree, My Lord." He puts his eyes back to the floor.
"Yes, I think I would be able to play the better politician with a handsome face and a sympathetic family, don't you think?"
"Yes, My Lord." There's is a long pause and the Dark Lord looks at Snape expectantly. "I think I may be able to help. Do you any personal possessions of yours from the time in which you want to look again?"
"Here." He throws something on the ground. Severus holds it up and studies it in his skinny hands. It's a diary with a huge hole in the center. "That should do it." He hisses. "I expect this to be done as soon as possible. Do not disappoint me."
"I won't, My Lord." Spape promises as he bows low to the ground and then exits the room.
The Dark Lord falls back into his chair with a content smile on his wicked face.
X
She has been stuck in this room for a week. She must have passed out at the Burrow because when she woke up she was in a richly decorated room, on a giant four post bed. A house elf brings her meals three times a day and refuses to talk to her. No matter how many time Isabel tries to provoke conversation.
She's getting bored. There's nothing in this room but a bed, a closet full of clothes, and a vanity with a mirror. Thankfully there is a bathroom through the only door that isn't locked but there's only so many times you can shower and change clothes during the day.
She hasn't seen Tom at all since she's been in here and she's thankful for that, but now she's starved for attention. A small house-elf pops into the room and sits her lunch tray down on a small table by the blocked up window.
"Excuse me." She says to the small little creature who stops what she's doing and turns to her.
"Yes, Miss." She squeaks uncomfortably, it's large eyes darting around the room like it was waiting for something to jump out.
"Is…" she closes her eyes and admits defeat. "Is your master here?"
"Yes, he is, Miss."
"Could you tell him I would like to see him?"
The small elf widens her eyes and she looks afraid. "I-If yous want me to, Miss," she stutters and pops out of the room.
'I hope she doesn't get in trouble' Isabel thinks to herself as she eats the lunch that was placed out for her. Boredom eats away at her as she stares at the decorations in the room for the millionth time since she's been here. She fancies she has memorized every pattern on the wall and could recite the number of tiles in the bathroom be heart. She spends most of the day braiding the tassels on the pillows.
Nighttime comes and still no sign of Tom so she takes a shower and gets ready for bed. Her Pajamas are silk little nighties of all different colors. They're very suggestive, nothing she would ever wear. She suspects that Tom picked them out, along with all of the lacy underwear and beautiful dresses. Her new clothes remind her of things that men think women wear all the time, not things they actually do.
She picks out a dark purple night slip and tucks herself under the covers. Trying not to be too disappointed that he didn't come… and part of her is almost relieved that he didn't. She's almost asleep when she hears the door creak open. She sits up immediately and pulls the covers over her chest to cover her modesty. She gasps out loud when she sees who opened the door. Tom is standing there, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. He's no longer the snake looking monster he was before, but the young handsome man that she remembers.
A smirk appears on his face. "You wanted to see me?"
"How did you…" She trails off because she doesn't really know how finish that sentence.
His smirk becomes wider as he pushes off the door and walks into the room, closing the door behind him. "Do you not like my new look? I could always change it back if you'd prefer."
"No, no you look fine." She says and blushes under his intense gaze.
There is a long silence as he stands at the end of the bed with his hands in his pockets, staring down at her. "Well?"
"Well what?" she asks. She's totally confused right now.
"You asked to see me, remember?" there is humor clear in his voice. He's enjoying her confusion.
"Oh, well…" She looks down at the top of the covers with a deep blush on her cheeks, she feels foolish now. "I was just getting bored, that's all."
"And you don't think I have more important things to do then worry about you being bored?" he asks with a raised eyebrow.
Anger shoots through her. "You're the one who locked me in this room! What did you expect?"
"You will not speak to me with such a tone." He snaps. All humor is gone from his face and his voice is harsh. "I won't tolerate it."
"You are not the boss of me, Tom!" she yells as she stands up from the bed. All fear is gone from her and she can only see the injustice of his actions.
Red flashes in his eyes as he stalks towards her and grabs her wrist painfully, yanking her off the bed and to her feet. "You will not call me Tom." He hisses close to her face and she shivers because of it. "I am your Lord and Master. You will address me as such."
"You are no Master of mine, Tom." She snaps back. Wanting to upset him for what he's done to her.
He smacks her hard across the face making her fall to the ground. "You will learn your place." He says calmly as he walks to the window and sits down in a chair facing her. "Stand up." He orders. She had almost let herself forget how violent he could be.
She gets up reluctantly and places a hand over her burning cheek. Tears she didn't want to shed in front of him are falling down her cheeks.
"Come here." He orders and she does to save her self from further embarrassment, knowing her tears will do nothing but make him even more hateful. "You are here with me now and you will do as I tell you. I'll never let you leave no matter how many times you beg." he eyes her body, slowly raking his eyes from her head to her feet. She wishes now that she never asked him to come in here. "You will learn to please me." He says in a deep voice that makes her shiver. "Now, take off your clothes."
Her eyes snap to his in surprise. That was one thing he never asked for, one thing she thought he wouldn't make her do. She hesitates, "But…" He gives her a dangerous look with red tinted eyes and she takes a deep breath before she bunches the silk fabric up and pulls it over her head. The sting from her cheek is a reminder of what would happen if she didn't and she realizes the danger of her situation. She's here alone with him, with no wand, and no one who cares about her. He has total control.
"All of your clothes." He says referring to the little knickers she has on.
"Please, don't make me." She whispers with trembling lips, almost not believing this is really happening.
"Now." His voice leaves no room for argument.
She still doesn't open her eyes as she hooks her fingers in the waist band of the dark fabric and pulls them down her legs. She stands up straight and she can feel her whole body blushing. No one has ever seen her like this. She opens her eyes and sees that Tom is looking at her body hungrily in a way that scares her. It makes her want to cover herself. She brings her arms up and crosses them over her exposed chest.
Tom jumps out of his chair and grabs her, forcing her arms down to her side. "You will never hide your body from me. Do you understand?" He says as his eyes linger on her breast. She nervously nods her head, afraid by his outburst… knowing from experience where that will lead. He watches her for a few moments before he brings his head down to her neck and bites her there, breaking skin and making her whimper as he sucks her skin. He kisses his way down her jaw. "Besides, it's just as much mine now as it is yours."
She closes her eyes tight as he starts touching her in places that no one else ever had. She feels his breath on her face as she pretends she's somewhere else, anywhere else but here as his cold fingers kneed her breasts and slide between her legs. Suddenly he kisses her and she gasps into his mouth in surprise. The kiss is light at first and then it becomes more demanding and rough. It's almost painful as he snakes his arms around her back and crushes her into his chest. She opens her mouth for him when he bites her lower lip, nervously letting his tongue slide along hers. She feels like she's drowning until finally he pulls back.
"Look at me." He demands. She reluctantly opens her eyes. "Has anyone ever seen you like this?" he asks as his eyes look down her body again.
She shakes her head no. He should know that… he made sure of that.
"Has any one ever touched you like this?" he asks as he runs fingers along her private area making her suck in a breath.
"No." she says.
He smiles a broken smile are her. "Good… and no one ever will but me. Do you understand?" She nods hear head with out making a sound. He grabs her hair. "I asked you if you understood, so answer me."
"Yes, I understand." She cries and then lets out a relieved sigh when he lets go and sits back down.
"I won't take you tonight," He says and she feels a sense of relief at that. "but you want to please me, don't you?"
She puts her hands together to keep them from shaking. "Y-Yes." She stutters out having no idea what he wants her to do.
"Come closer and get down on your knees." She does what she's told and fearfully kneels between his legs. She watches with wide eyes as he unbuckles his pants and frees himself. She's never seen one of those either. She's only heard the bad girls of Hogwarts whisper about them in the bathrooms. He grabs her face and kisses her hard and then whispers in her ear. "You know what to do."
She sits back and shakes her head with more tears stinging her eyes. Wishing she could wake up now from this nightmare. "I don't know… I don't know what you want."
"I've forgotten how innocent you were." He smirks at her and pulls her closer to him again. "Put it in your mouth and suck it."
She does what he says. That night she brushes her teeth fifty two times until her gums bleed and cries herself to sleep.
X
"Miss, Miss, wake up." She's being pushed in the shoulder by a little hand. She bats it away and turns on her side. "Miss, wake up or Turvey will gets in trouble."
She sighs loudly before she wakes and turns to the house elf. "What do you want?" she asks. Meaner then she should have but after last night she's not in a good mood.
"You's to eat Breakfast with Master. Now hurry or you'll be late."
She groans into the pillow. He is the last person she wants to see. She reluctantly gets up and puts on one of the many dresses that are stuffed in her closet and the underwear that's in the drawers. When she's done she waits by the door so the house elf can show her to the dining hall. She hasn't been out side of the room yet.
She stops many times walking down the hallway to look at the amazing artwork and statues the line the walls. The panicking house-elf keeps pulling on her hand but that doesn't stop her. She was cooped up in that room for over a week. She wants to take her time and enjoy her freedom. When they finally reach the dining hall the house-elf keeps talking to herself about how they're five minutes late and how Master is going to be so upset. It doesn't faze Isabel. What's five minutes?
"You're late." He barks when she opens the door. He's sitting at the head of a large table reading the newspaper.
"I'm sorry." She says as she lowers her eyes and makes her way beside him. "I didn't know I had to be perfectly on time." She says honestly as she takes the seat to his right.
"Do not let it happen again." His voice is laced with a threat and she nods her head as she places her napkin on her lap. She wants to ask him so many questions about why he did this, why she's here, but she knows that will only make him angry so she remains silent.
The food arrives and he begins to eat so Isabel picks up her fork and takes some eggs off of her plate.
"I did not give you permission to eat." He says with out looking at her.
"I didn't know I needed permission." She snaps letting her emotions get away with her. What happened to him? He was a jerk at Hogwarts but he was never this mean.
His head snaps to hers and he glares. "You need my permission for every thing you do."
She bites her lip to keep her from saying a retort and puts her fork down. She takes a few calming breaths before she speaks. "May I?" she asks in a strained voice.
"May you what?"
"May I eat?"
He eyes her for a moment. "No."
"Then why did you ask me here?" she says trying not to yell.
"I don't answer to you." He snaps.
"Tom!" she yells before she can stop herself. She brings her hands up to cover her mouth.
He turns his head slowly to her and stands up. "I told you never to call me that."
"I know, I'm sorry, I forgot." She looks at him pleadingly. Again she's reminded of her situation and how she has no control what so ever.
He calls for a house-elf. "Bring Ginny Weasley here." He tells it.
"What are you doing?"
"You're going to learn to obey me somehow." He says as he takes out his wand and walks away from the table. The house-elf pops back into the room with a chained and dirty Ginny Weasley who looks disoriented and confused.
Isabel's heart stops beating for a moment or two as she watches Ginny's wide fearful eyes look up at Tom.
"My two loves in one room." He says snidely. He walks up to Ginny and pulls her hair so she's looking towards him. "She looks a lot like you, doesn't she, Isabel?" He brings his face down to Ginny's. "We use to have a lot of fun didn't we, little one?" he licks the side of her cheek and she starts crying.
"Stop it." Whispers Isabel as she stands from the table. "Please, stop it."
"Oh, but my love, I haven't done anything yet." He points his wand at Ginny's heart. "Crucio."
Ginny starts screaming and flopping around on the floor. She's in so much pain it's almost unbearable to watch. Isabel runs to them and places her hand on Tom's wand arm.
"Stop hurting her! You've made your point."
He glances at her from the corner of his scarlet eyes. "No, I don't think I have."
He says another curse and a blue jet of light shoots from his wand. Ginny starts shaking uncontrollably and blood is coming out of her ears. This is the worst thing she's ever seen and she just wants it to stop.
Isabel becomes desperate and tears are pouring down her face. "Please, stop." She cries but his smirk just widens. She closes her eyes before she says it. "Please….Master."
He lifts the curse and turns towards her. "What was that?" he asks pleasantly as if they were discussing the weather.
She gives him what he wants. She drops to her knees. "Please, stop hurting her, Master."
He smiles and calls for a house elf. "Bring her back to the dungeons." He says and then turns his attention back to the girl on her knees. He brings his hand up and runs his fingers across her jaw. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" She doesn't answer him. She looks straight at his polished shoes. "Go to your room and don't come out until I tell you to. Tonight is a very important night for you."
She gets up and runs the whole way there, humiliation and anger burning her cheeks.
X
"Who are you?" asks Isabel as three women come into her room. She clutches a pillow and eyes them fearfully as they put a large bag down on the floor.
"We're here to help you get ready for Our Lord." Says an older woman with jet black hair and hooded eyes. "Go take a bath." She demands.
Isabel stares at the older woman and doesn't move. She noticed the woman is staring at her with complete loathing and hate pooling in her eyes. So much it makes her shiver and she clutches the pillow a little tighter. She is about to say something when a blonde woman takes her hand and leads her into the bathroom.
"Come now. No time to mess around." She says as she fills the bath tub with water and scented bubbles. She takes the pillow from Isabel and sets it down on the sink. With slim fingers she starts taking Isabel's clothes off, starting with the zipper in the back of her dress.
She steps away from the woman. "Who are you and why are you doing this?" she snaps.
"My name's Narcissa." She answers, barely able to contain her annoyance at the situation. "We have to get you ready for the Dark Lord tonight."
She asks why but doesn't get an answer. After a few moments of staring Narcissa lifts her wand to do the Impero curse so Isabel reluctantly takes her clothes off and steps into the bathtub so she doesn't have to have that spell on her. She begins washing her hair as the older woman sits there and watches her every move. "Why do I need to get ready for the Dark Lord tonight?" she asks slowly, hoping to get an answer while trying to hide her body the best she can.
Narcissa looks at her like she's crazy and haughtily crosses her legs. "Do you not know?"
Isabel shakes her head and dunks her head underwater to get rid of the shampoo. "Could you tell me?" she asks when she resurfaces, making sure to sound careful.
"You're taking part in a bonding ritual tonight."
The soap that was in her hands drops to the floor and her heart stops. "What do you mean a bonding ritual?" she asks a little hysterically. With her limited experience even she knows those aren't good.
Narcissa gives her a reproachable look and sneers. "If he didn't tell you, then you probably shouldn't know. Now, stand up." She commands as she holds a towel out.
Once she's dried off the women dry her hair and curl it so it tumbles down her back. They give her a thin white robe that unbuttons in the front to wear, with nothing underneath it. They don't answer any of her questions as they put make up on her and give her a crown of flowers to place on her head. She starts crying again because they're being so cold with her and she doesn't understand what's happening. She was just flung in this world with no help.
"You're ready." Snaps the black haired witch. "Now turn around."
She has given up fighting them and does as she's told. They put a blind fold on her and lead her out of the room with one of them gripping her arm painfully. She has no idea where she's going or how long she's been walking but she does notice a change in the air and where ever they are taking her it smells like earth and old magic.
Someone stops her by placing their hands on her shoulders and it makes her shiver as the cold air chills her. She can smell manly cologne in front of her. It smells like Tom. Someone removes the blindfold to reveal that she's in an old circular room with large torches lining the mud brick wall. About twenty of Tom's Death Eaters are around the room and a large stone alter is beside her, with runes etched into the side. She starts shaking as she looks at Tom who's standing in front of her in a similar black robe looking all menacing and handsome.
He smiles at her and then takes a step closer. It takes all her will power not to step back. His hands go to the fastenings of her robes and he slowly starts to undo them with confident fingers. She brings her hands up to still his movements. She doesn't want to be naked in front of all of these people and she shakes her head the slightest bit to show her fear.
He brings his head down to her ear. "Don't worry." He whispers so no one else can hear. His breath on her neck makes her hair stand on end. "They know if they look at you in a lustful way I'll cut their eyes out."
She gulps as he continues, realizing she couldn't fight this. She's too young, she's too powerless to know what to do. So she closes her eyes and tries to pretend it's not happening. Once her robe falls to the floor he brings her hands up and urges her to undo his. She does so with shaky hands and ragged breathing, hyper aware of her body and all of the people in this room. When they're both unclothed he makes a head movement to one of his followers and they come forward with a dagger and his wand.
He picks up the dagger first. "Give me your left hand." He says and she does so reluctantly, crossing the other over her chest. He snaps a look to her and she drops it. He makes a diagonal cut along her palm and does the same to his right hand, ignoring the way she whimpered in pain. "Lie down."
She closes her eyes and lays down on the stone alter. It's cold and hurts her skin. She has to resist the urge to cover herself again but her eyes snap open when she feels hands on her knees, pushing them apart. Tom is between her legs now, looking down over her body possessively with his cold eyes. His body looks bright in this room. The light plays off of his pale skin and muscles so clearly defined on his stomach. His hair is still perfectly in place and he has a shadow of a smirk on his perfect lips.
"You will repeat every thing I say, do you understand?" he asks her as he lies down on top of her.
"Y-Yes, I understand." She answers, almost thankful that his warm, heavy body is covering hers now.
He grabs both of her hands as she shakes underneath him. Their blood mingling together on one side and his wand grasped in the other. He starts saying old magic words that she doesn't understand but she repeats them none the less. His eyes never once leaves her and she silently pleads with him not to do what she thinks is going to happen. But he doesn't care. In one swift movement he enters her and she cries out from the pain, not able to hold back because of the burning sensation between her thighs. He starts moving inside of her, still saying the words, and she repeats them but her mind is focused on the tearing pain between her legs. With a sob in her voice she says every word he does and prays this will be over soon.
His wand tip glows brighter with every word and there's a tingling in her left hand that's holding Tom's. He starts moving faster and she starts crying harder. Finally he stops talking and lets go of her hands, throwing his wand to the side. He brings his hands to touch her body, trailing blood where ever they go as they run over her hip, her side, her face, her breasts.
He kisses her neck and makes his way down, trailing harsh kisses down her collar bone and chest. She's never been this intimate with someone before and she feels like she should kiss him. She puts her hand on his cheek as he sucks her breast and he looks up at her with hooded eyes. She puts her head up to kiss him. He groans in the back of his throat and deepens the kiss and his thrusts as she gasps into his mouth. She instinctively wraps her legs around his waist trying to lessen the pain as she grips his arms for something to hold on to. His movements become quicker after a while and she feels his body tense. He releases himself inside of her with a long sigh in her ear, and he nips her neck one last time before sitting up. She opens her eyes, staring at the ceiling as he pulls out of her.
He sits back on his knees and studies her for a moment like there was no one else in the room. There's blood and semen between her legs and her body is flushed, glistening with sweat. Her lips are swollen and there is blood from his hand trailing around her body. He smirks when she looks at him with glazed eyes, looking thoroughly fucked. He likes her this way.
When he stands up a person comes up and puts the robe on him. He turns to Isabel and holds out his hand. She takes it and he pulls her up allowing another Death Eater to put her robe on that she tightens around her body as soon as she can. She looks over to him as he makes a small speech to his followers, not paying attention to anything he's saying. His black hair is all messed up now and he has red blood on the side of his face. No one that evil should be so handsome. It made sense when he was that ugly snake. The outside reflected what was inside. Not anymore…
"Come on." He says as he takes her hand and leads her out of the room. He drops her hand when they reach the hallway and he starts walking quickly in front of her.
She limps along behind him, trying to keep up, but failing miserably because of the pain between her legs. He spins around and glares at her. "What is taking you so long?" he snaps.
Her face turns red and she puts her head down. "It hurts to walk." She admits.
She hears him sigh loudly. "Take a seat." She looks up at him, he's pointing to a table that's along the wall.
She's reluctant but hops up on it anyways and winces when pain shoots through her. He walks in front of her and hikes up her robes, telling her to open her legs for him. She's afraid he's going to do it again so she turns her head to the side and closes her eyes, gripping her rob with her fingers. She anticipates the pain but when she hears him mumble a few words she looks down and sees his wand pointed between her legs. The pain fades away, replacing it with a warm tingle.
"Thank you." She says as she gives him a small smile even though she shouldn't. He can be so evil but then go and do something so impossibly kind. Who is he?
He steps back from her as she hops down, taking a moment to steady herself. He looks at her seriously as he takes a piece of her hair and twirls it between his fingers. "I could give you the world if you wanted it." He says quietly.
She looks up at him and studies his face. "I wish you would let me call you Tom." She whispers. She doesn't want the world. She wants something to be familiar to her in this place.
His eyes flash red as he yanks her hair and storms away. "I belong to the Dark Lord… but I could fall in love with Tom Riddle." She calls after him. He pauses but he doesn't turn around. He shakes his head and walks away from her.