Tom enters the bed room and glares at Isabel. "I leave you alone for one minute and look what happens." He says snidely as he closes the door.

She stands up from the bed. "You're not mad at me are you?" she asks nervously. It wasn't her fault that that other guy decided to talk to her.

He smiles a very unpleasant smile. "Did you like that the boy you'd been staring at all night found you so attractive?" he asks pleasantly, which is actually more terrifying then him yelling.

She shakes her head no quickly. "I thought he looked like Quinten…." She says trailing off. Tom should know who he is anyways; it was one of his housemates.

With two steps Tom is in front of her, her wrists in his hands. "Would you like to know what he was thinking about? What young Mr. Zabini was planning on doing to your body." He hisses hatefully as his eyes rake up and down her form.

Isabel gulps loudly. "No, Sir."

He smirks at her for using the word sir to address him. She's nervous now and doesn't know what else to do. "Are you sure?" he asks softly. "I could go into graphic detail."

She shakes her head and winces when his hands tighten. "I don't want to know."

"And why not?"

She takes a deep breath and looks into his eyes. "Because I belong to you." She says hoping that that answer will please him.

It does. He loosens his grip and studies her face. "You would do well never to forget that fact."

How could I? "I won't." she says.

"Good." He kisses her. "If only Zabini tasted as sweet as you. I'm sure his fate would have been drastically different." He says cryptically against her lips.

She almost doesn't want to know but curiosity gets the better of her. "What do you mean?" she asks as he spins her around and unties the back of her dress.

"You'll find out tomorrow."

"What's tomorrow?" she asks him over her shoulder as he kisses her back.

"My coronation." He smirks against her skin knowing the next question.

"I don't understand." She says as she turns around to face him. "Coronation?"

He grabs her chin and kisses her hard on the mouth. "I'm starting a wizarding dynasty."

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"He's going to make himself king?" asks Ginny as they walk through the garden.

"Yes," answers Isabel. "The coronation is this afternoon. There's never been any royalty in the wizarding world. I wonder why he wants that."

Ginny shrugs. "It's not so hard to wonder why. He's a megalomaniac."

"He said he wanted to start dynasty… he can't mean…"

"That he wants a family?" Ginny finishes for her. "Can he even have children?"

"I have no idea. He's 'died' so many times and that's really not his original body, even though it looks like it. I'm not even sure if I can bare children considering I was buried alive for nearly fifty years."

She looks off into the distance troubled by the idea of carrying the Dark Lord's heir. Ginny puts her arm around her shoulders. "Let's hope that you're both infertile."

They both laugh and sit down on the tree swing. "Oh, I wish you could come with us today." Says Isabel as she brings a flower up to her nose and inhales the scent. "I hate being around his followers."

"They would murder me if I was there." Says Ginny honestly. "A bloodtraitor would not be welcome to the Dark Lords coronation."

Isabel smirks. "It's funny that the Dark Lord is married to one then, isn't it?" she throws the flower at the other girl.

"My Lady."

They both turn there heads to look at Bellatrix LeStrange. There's an unpleasant look on her face and she's staring daggers at both of the girls on the swing.

"Yes?" says Isabel, willing her voice not to tremble. This other woman scares the hell out of her.

Bella eyes her distastefully. "The Dark Lord has sent me to get you. You have to be ready to leave for the ceremony in an hour." She says hatefully. Obviously annoyed that this is her job.

"Alright then." Says Isabel as she hops off the swing, avoiding looking at Bellatrix. Ginny gets off as well and they start walking towards the castle.

"What do you think you're doing?" the older woman hisses as she grabs a hold of Ginny's arm. Isabel turns around to see what's happening. "You have to walk three paces behind us at all times, you stupid blood traitor." She snaps at Ginny as she throws her down on the ground.

"Hey!" yells Isabel as she storms over to them. "Don't speak to her like that."

Bella eyes her spitefully. "I can speak to her however I want." She says dangerously.

"It's ok..." says Ginny as she attempts to stand up but Bellatrix cuts her off by pointing her wand at her.

"No one gave you permission to speak!" she screams, almost hysterically.

"Stop!" says Isabell as she tries to grab the woman's wand. "Stop this right now. You have no right to talk to her like that."

"I don't take orders from a whiney little girl like you." She says and pushes Isabel.

She goes stumbling back and falls on the ground. She watches stunned, as Bellatrix aims her wand and cruicio's Ginny's body. She starts screaming and Bella starts laughing. Isabel charges the older woman and tackles her to the ground. Her wand goes flying to the side but she's stronger then Isabel so she is able to get the upper hand. They struggle with one another for a few moments before Bella sits up and punches Isabel in the face. They both freeze as blood starts to pour down from her nose.

Bella looks shocked, what she just did finally is registering with her. Isabel stands up and touches her hand to her face. She pulls back and sees her whole hand is covered in blood. Her eyes snap to the older woman who is still sitting on the ground, looking totally dumbfounded.

Isabel picks up the discarded wand and helps Ginny to her feet in silence. They start walking towards the castle again. Bellatrix starts to say something but Isabel turns around quickly and cuts her off.

"I'm telling on you." She says hatefully and Bella shudders. She may be a whiney little girl, but that whiney little girl is married to Lord Voldemort.

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"What the fuck happened to your face?" asks Tom as he sees Isabel enter his office.

"You sent that evil woman out to find me!" she yells loudly as blood and tears mingle together on her face.

Tom narrows his eyes and sets his jaw. "Bellatrix did this to you?" Isabel's response is to throw the others woman's wand on the ground before him. He picks it up. "She'll be punished." He promises as his eyes turn red and he steps in front of her.

"She tortured Ginny for no reason, as well." She adds as she looks down at her dress and notices all the blood. Her lip starts to tremble as her anger fades away and the pain replaces it. She looks down at her hands that are covered in blood and then back up to him. "T-Tom." She stutters forgetting to address him properly because of her pounding headache. She runs into his arms. "My head hurts."

She hugs him tight, getting blood all over his clothes as she sobs into his neck. If he's mad about what she called him, he doesn't show it. "It's okay." He says as he pulls her back and brings out his wand. "I can heal you."

He mutters a spell and her nose sets back into to place, another spell and the blood is gone. "Thank you." She says quietly as she wipes away some tears and hugs him again. It feels good to be held by someone after being hurt. Even if it is him.

"Go get ready." He tells her after a few moments. "I have some business to deal with." His voice turns harsh and she knows what that business is.

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""Master, forgive me. I lost my head." Says Bellatrix as she throws her self at Voldemort's feet.

"Yes, I'd say you did." He says calmly as he plays with her wand between his fingers. "Now, tell me. What made you think you had any right to break her nose? You do know who I'm referring to, don't you?"

She nods her head and watches him fearfully. "I was trying to put the blood-traitor in her place… but she got in my way. It was an accident."

"Was it?"

""Yes, My Lord. You must forgive my foolishness."

"Must I?" He eyes her curiously. "It was a great show of disrespect to me, what you did today." He looks at his watch. "Luckily for you I must be going. Hopefully Isabel is more forgiving because she will be deciding your punishment." He goes to the cell door and sends a hex over his shoulder. "You really should have been more civil towards her, Bella." He says as she screams.

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"Are you going to get a crown?" She asks him quietly as Lucius Malfoy gives a speech to the thousands of witches and wizards who have gathered around the stage in front of the ministry.

He looks at her and smirks. "Something like that." He says as he takes her hand and runs his thumb over her knuckles.

They're sitting on two silver thrones as the sun beats down upon them. Cloaked Death Eaters surround the stage with their wands at the ready in case things get too out of hand. Isabel chances a look around the crowd and immediately wishes she didn't. There are too many people and they are all looking at her and Tom. She sees a badly scarred Death Eater to her right. His facial features are barely distinguishable through the thick layers of scar tissue. It's hideous to look at. On close inspection she realizes who it is… Blaise Zabini. She almost becomes sick and has to look down at her lap to calm her stomach.

Tom squeezes her hand to make her pay attention. "I'm nervous." She whispers as an explanation. She looks forward, without seeing anything.

She feels him bring her hand up to his lips and he kisses the back of her hand. "Don't be." Is all he says and then he drops her hand from his.

Lucius says something and everyone cheers. Tom stands up and walks to the front of the podium, his dark cloak swirling around him as his black hair shines in the sun. The crowd grows silent as he starts to speak. He talks about the new world he wants to create that will help forward the wizarding world in the right direction. His voice is strong and commanding, leaving no room for question. For every promise he makes, a silent threat laces through his voice and she's sure she can see the audience shudder.

Isabel withdrawals more in her chair, slouching her shoulders and leaning further back. She's feeling weaker and more scared with out Tom by her side and she's trying desperately not to look at Zabini. She looks into the crowd again and sees small children on the shoulders of their fathers looking up at Tom with awe in their small eyes. Old men and woman nod their heads approvingly at his speech and young girls swoon. This is terrible; she thinks to herself, they are buying right into whatever he says.

She looks to her left and quickly gives the figure she sees a second glance. Someone with a small body and dark brown cloak is looking right at her. The hood is up obscuring the face and Isabel squints her eyes to get a better look. A small hand comes up and pulls the hood back a little. Hermione?

Her head snaps back to Tom when the crowd rowers loudly again. He's standing with his back perfectly straight as he takes a silver crown off a deep purple pillow that a small, rough looking man is holding beside him. She gets a better look at it as he holds it up to the crowd. Emeralds and small snakes intertwine together, forming the circle in an intricate design. It fits perfectly as it settles on his dark hair. The crowd falls to their knees in adoration or fear. She can't decide which one.

She watches, barely able to breathe as this unfolds before her. Tom turns around and extends his hand for her to take. With out much thought she takes it and is pulled from her chair. He puts his arm around her waist so she doesn't fall from nerves and he sends her quick glance before turning back to the crowd. She vaguely hears in him introduce her and say something along the lines of 'respect' and 'wife', but she is way too nervous to pay attention. Everything is a blur until she comes back into focus when they reach the castle again.

"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" he asks her as they stand in the main hall.

Her knees are still shaking as she looks up him. The crown is still on his head, distracting her. "What's the purpose of that?" she asks him, genuinely curious.

He smiles. "Besides being symbolic?" he grabs her hand and starts leading her down the hall. "It blocks my mind from any intruders and has spell protection charms." He doesn't say any more as he drags her to the dungeons.

They are almost at the door when Isabel stops and pulls her hand back. "Did I do something wrong?" she asks fearfully as she eyes the dungeon door. Why is he taking her here?

He laughs. "No, I have a surprise for you."

She's still unsure and shaking as he opens the door. She bites her lip as she follows him down the dingy, dirty, hallway. When they reach the end of the hall he stops and with a wave of his wand the cell door to the right opens and he walks in.

"Master." It's Bellatrix. She scurries to Tom and kisses the hem of his robes.

He ignores her and turns to Isabel. "Come here."

When she reaches him he turns her so that her back is pressing into his chest and their both facing Bellatrix. The older woman is still on the ground, looking at the two of them with wide eyes.

"What do you think would be a good punishment for Mrs. Lestrange?" he asks lightly in her ear.

"I don't know." She answers honestly as she takes in the frightened eyes of the other woman. There is an unpleasant feeling pooling at the pit of her stomach.

"Come on," he urges seductively in her ear. "She deserves something for the way she treated you."

She turns her head to the side so she can see him; she can't turn her body due to his hand holding her in place around her midsection. "You know I can't make that decision." She says quietly and faces forward. Bellatrix visibly relaxes.

"You can, and you will." He says with a slight edge to his voice. She feels something cold pressed into her right hand. She looks down, it's his wand. "We don't tolerate disrespect, Isabel." He hisses in her ear. "Cruicio will work well."

He lifts her arm so the wand is pointed at Bellatrix. "I can't do this." She says desperately. "Please, don't make me do this."

"Yes, you know the spell. Now do it." This was not a good surprise. Her hand starts to shake so Tom clamps his hand over to hers to secure his wand. "I can help you." He says against her neck. "Crucio."

The wand explodes with magical energy and jet of light hits Bellatrix in the chest. She starts flopping around like a fish out of water and the screams are nearly deafening. The sensation is strange to Isabel. She and Tom are both holding his wand so she can feel the magic flowing through her, but it's not her own. It's an amazing feeling to have someone else's power, especially Tom's, playing through you. It's addicting and as she watches the older woman coil in pain on the floor there's a strange fascination in her eyes. Control, having complete control over something entirely is amazing. She feels his warm lips on her skin and his breathing becomes heavier as he pulls her tighter against him.

He doesn't lift the spell as he begins to suck the pulse point on her neck. His other hand creeps up to her breast and despite the morbid situation and the disgusting circumstances she moans and arches into his touch.

"Power is intoxicating, isn't it?" he asks huskily.

She turns her head to look at him. There's a mad red gleam in his eyes and his dark hair falls along his forehead where his crown had pressed it down. His pale skin is flushed with excitement and his arousal is pressing into her back making her suck in a breath. He wets his lips as he stares at hers. He's so sinfully attractive. She captures his lips with her own in a deep kiss over her shoulder, he smirks. Bellatrix is unconscious on the floor when Tom, finally, lifts the curse. He turns Isabel around and pins her to the wall. After removing the necessary articles of clothing he lifts her up, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist.

They make violent love against the stone wall in the dungeons with Bellatrix Lestrange passed out at their feet. As she looks into his eyes she realizes that he has successfully manipulated her and she should hate him… but for some reason she can't find it in herself to care. She screams out his name when she cums, but he doesn't punish her for it. He drops his head to her shoulder, breathing heavily onto her skin, when he finishes.

"That was amazing." She says recklessly, still high from the power, his power, and he quickly lifts his head to look at her. She tiredly runs her fingers through the hair by the nap of his neck and gives him a slow smile.

He carefully sets her down to her feet. "Did you like it?" he asks her and his voice sounds strange and light, even to himself.

She nods her head and closes her eyes, resting against his chest. Tom carries her to bed and lets her sleep away the rest of the day, ignoring the strange looks he's getting from his Death Eaters. When he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror he realizes that he's smiling, smiling in a way he never had before. Things are going perfectly for him, for the first time in his life.

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