"I talked to him about your mother." Isabel says as lays down beside Ginny in the grass.
"What did he say?" Ginny asks hopefully, throwing a blade of grass she had in her hands away from her.
She looks away from her friend. "He said that you could visit her tomorrow."
"But he's not going to let her out?"
Isabel shakes her head sadly. "Not yet."
Ginny stands up. "Why the hell not!? He's not gaining anything by keeping a middle aged, sick woman locked in a dungeon."
Isabel sits up and stares at Ginny. "I know… I don't know why he does it. Maybe to keep us in line?"
"Us in line!? I can't do anything but stay locked in a room all day until you come and decide to play with me!"
"Ginny…"
"No, don't Ginny me! Not only am I just a toy for you but I also have to feel his wrath when you piss him off." She puts her hands on her hips. "You've got it made here. Being Voldemort's whore, you don't have to worry about anything , do you!?"
Isabel stands up with a fierce look in her blue eyes. "How can you say that to me?"
"My entire family is dead, because of you. My mother is rotting inside of a cold cell because of you. My life is ruined!"
"And you don't think mine isn't!" she shouts back. "My entire family is dead too. At least you know your mother is alive! Mine is dead! In fact just about everyone I know or ever loved is dead and lost to me. Do you want to know why? Because I was buried in a fucking coffin since 1943. The only person I know is Tom! So don't you dare speak to me like that." Her voice softens. "I'm just as much a prisoner as you."
"Or what? Are you going to have me tortured, My Lady?" she says snidely. "I haven't been Cruicio'd in nearly a week. I am long over due."
"Stop it! You have no idea what I have to go through."
"Harry was killed by the same man you sleep with every night!" she shouts with tears streaming down her face.
"Do you actually think I have any choice in the matter?" she replies, trying to calm down her anger. "You forget he killed the man I loved too."
They stare at each other for a few moments. Neither on of them backs down. "Every thing was so much easier before I met you." Says Ginny softly.
Isabel fights down the tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry my existence is such an inconvenience for you." She turns to walk away. "You know I didn't ask for this."
She walks away and Ginny sits on the ground and cries.
X
Isabel lifts her leg and watches the water run down her smooth skin. She had hoped that a bath would calm her down, but it really didn't. Her mind keeps on going over the fight she had earlier with Ginny. She had already felt guilty, but this just brought it to a whole new level. It's not fair! She's only a young girl, she should be finishing school and hanging out with her friends…. Not whatever she's doing here in this twisted castle.
She dunks her head underwater and holds her breath. 'you can drown yourself in the tub as many times as you want' Tom had said to her. She can't die. She'll never be free of this existence. She resurfaces and screams, covering her body the best she can.
"Relax," he says. "It's only me." she focuses her eyes on him, it's Tom.
She brings her hand up to the locket around her neck and clutches it, breathing heavily in and out. "Goodness, you scared me."
He laughs at her and she glares. "I do have that affect on people."
Now she rolls her eyes at him. "What did you want?" she snaps.
He raises an eyebrow. "You still must be in shock… because I know you're not talking that way to me." He says dangerously and she gulps. No matter how nice he can be to her he's still the Dark Lord.
"I'm sorry. You're right." She says while looking down at the water. She really does say that much too often. "Did you want something?" she asks a little more pleasantly.
"Did you even notice that I came back early from my meeting?" he asks her as he leans against the porcelain sink.
She gives him a strange look. Where's he going with this? "No… I didn't." she says slowly.
He watches her for a few moments and then shrugs his shoulders. "No matter," he says and then focuses his gaze on her eyes. "I've brought a Medi-Wizard with me. He's going to do a check up on you." He tells her as he grabs a towel and makes a motion for her to get up.
She stands up and blushes when his eyes rake over her. She takes the towel from him and wraps herself in it. "Why do I need a check up?" she asks curiously.
"I want to have children." He tells her casually but she feels like she's been hit with a ton of bricks.
"but why?"
"I told you I wanted to start a dynasty." Her face screws up in confusion and again he laughs at her. "You do know what that means, don't you?"
"Yes, I know what that means." She snaps. "I just… well I don't understand why you want to do that."
"Why wouldn't I?" he asks her as he leads her into the bedroom.
"You said that we can't die… Why do you want children…"
"I don't need to explain myself to you." He says sharply and she pouts. She hates it when he cuts her off like that.
"If you have children," she says, leaving herself out of it. "Will you outlive them? If you want a dynasty does that mean that you don't want to rule forever…"
He gives her a pointed look and she doesn't ask him anymore questions. A second later the door opens and an old man comes into the room. He has bushy grey hair and thick black spectacles. The wrinkles on his face look like valleys and he grins broadly at her. She tightens the towel around her body and steps behind Tom.
"Ah, Mr. Jenkins." He turns around and looks at Isabel amused. "This is your Medi-Wizard, darling." He says in a fake sweet voice.
She looks at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. "Why him?" she asks as she watches the older man put his bag down and start taking out weird looking instruments from it.
"He's the only man I'd allow touch you… and he's the most knowledgeable in his field."
She frowns. "Couldn't you get a woman?" she says nervously as he pulls out a long metal looking thing that looks like a torture device.
"Not many people would know how to handle a case like yours." He tells her and she knows he's referring to the fact that she was frozen in time for so many years and the locket around her neck. Isabel watches with horror in her eyes as the medi-wizard transfigures the bed into a smaller cot with strange looking leg stirrups at the end. He hands Tom a white gown for her to put on.
"My Lord, I am ready to see your lady." Says Mr. Jenkins as he puts on a pair of rubber gloves.
She takes a fearful step back as Tom hands her the clothes. "Go on then." He tells her. She walks into the bathroom and puts the short gown on her body. Fearfully, she walks into the room and sees Tom standing by the bed with his arms crossed.
"Lay down, dear." says the old man as he pats the bed. She gulps loudly and looks to Tom for help.
He nods his head at her and she hesitantly sits on the bed, with her feet dangling off the end. "You have to put your feet up in these." He tells her as he pats the metal stirrups.
She inhales deeply and turns her body to face him, but she doesn't put her legs up. "Um, why do I have to do that?" she asks.
He gives her a reassuring smile. "I just have to check and make sure every thing is working well down there." He says and looks at the area between her legs.
"Down…" her eyes follow his and she blushes crimson. "…Oh" She tugs the little gown a little further down her legs to cover up. "I don't know about this." She says to no one in particular. Mortification flames her cheeks and she can't bring herself to look at Tom who she is sure is smirking right now.
The Medi-wizard notices her blush and turns to Tom. "My Lord, perhaps it would be best if you left the room…." He says as nicely as possible and Tom unfolds his arms and stands a little straighter, obviously annoyed. "The lady may like some privacy."
She chances a glace at him through the corner of her eye. "Don't worry Doctor. I am well acquainted with everything she has down there." He says suggestively, making Isabel want to die from embarrassment.
"Will you please leave the room." She asks him pleadingly from her spot on the bed. She doesn't know what this man is going to do but she sure as hell knows she doesn't want Tom in the room when it happens.
He looks angry with being told to leave but relaxes a bit when she looks at him with her blue eyes that are begging him. "Fine," he snaps. "I'll wait outside."
She watches him leave and when the door is shut she fearfully opens her legs. She keeps her eyes shut tight the whole time, answering all the questions he asks her, and breathes a sigh of relief when she is finally told she can get dressed. She hops off the bed and rushes into the bathroom. She can hear the Medi-Wizard talking to Tom on the other side of the door.
"So?" drawls Tom.
" Everything is fine… the magic in the locket and the potion she was given haven't interfered with her minstrel cycle." She swears she can hear Tom scowl at that and it's her turn to smirk. "She is perfectly able to bear children for you, My Lord."
Her jaw drops at that and she leans against the wall for support. She doesn't want to have his children. Tom says he'll see him out and she hears their retreating footsteps. Isabel is thankful that she'll be alone for a while so, after getting dressed, she opens the door and lays down on the bed, trying not to feel violated by her strange check up. She doesn't know that Tom killed Mr. Jenkins before he could leave the castle. No other man alive can ever say they'd been inside of her but him.
X
He comes back into the room and she sits up on the bed. "Are you pleased?" she asks him as he takes a seat by the window.
"Very much so." He says as he crosses his legs.
She watches him for a few moments as he flips through a book she had left on the table. "So…" she starts and he lifts his head to her. "are you able to have children?" she asks. She really wants to know if he can.
He smirks at her. "Of course." He says smugly and she furrows her brow at him.
"But how… that's not even your real body."
"Yes, it is."
"No, it isn't"
He glares at her for talking back to him. "You know very little about dark magic, Isabel."
"Explain it to me then." She says as she gets up on her knees and holds on to the bed railing. "I want to know."
He eyes her for a few moments. "You ask too many questions." She plops down on the bed again. He's not going to tell her so there's no use in trying. "One of my guards said they found Ginny Weasley wailing in the garden earlier today." He says lightly as his attention focuses back on the book in his lap.
"Yes, I imagine they did." She says a little bitterly, still sore about the things that were said.
"I wonder why she was crying so hysterically…" he says, expecting an answer from her.
"Probably because we had a row." She tells him as she slumps back onto the mattress.
"About?"
"It doesn't matter." She says as she maneuvers herself so she can lay properly on the pillows.
"I don't like it when people keep things from me." He says with a slight warning in his voice. "You should know that by now."
She sighs and closes her eyes. "She was just frustrated over her situation and we both said mean things to each other."
She feels his presence beside her on the bed as the mattress sinks down. "And what was said?" he asks her and his fingers trace the skin on her arm.
"She was mad about her mother still being locked away… and she blamed me for just about everything that was wrong in her life."
"Did she?" he asks seductively as his hands move to the strap of her dress and pushes it down. Her breath hitches but she doesn't open her eyes.
"Yes, she did."
"And what did you say to that?"
She smirks. "I blamed you."
He laughs and brings his mouth down to her shoulder. He starts placing slow kisses along her skin. He situates himself so that he's lying on top of her, she opens her legs to accommodate him.
He kisses her lips and she opens her eyes. "Do you want to have my children?" he asks her in a deep husky voice as he grinds his hips into her making her moan. "Hmm? Do you want me to fuck you so I can put my child inside of you?"
Should she lie? She doesn't want to bring his evil little babies into the world… but he's so handsome and he can be sweet if he tries really hard.
"Do you?" he asks again as he bites her neck.
He dips his fingers inside of her knickers and strokes her lightly. "Yes!" She says as she lifts her hips and he smirks against her skin.
She can't help but feel like everyday she's building another wall around herself in this prison, and she'll never find her way out.