She's standing on the balcony, looking out over the battle field. Tom's Death Eaters greatly out number the small resistance and their uprising will fail in a matter of seconds. Curses go flying into the air making everything light up in strange colors. It looks like a fireworks show. Every once in a while she can hear something being shouted in Russian but she doesn't know the language so she squints her eyes and tries to make out faces.

The sun has started to set and the rebels have started to flee. Tom stands beside her. "What do you think?" he asks her while taking a drink from his crystal glass.

"What do I think about what?" she asks as her eyes focus on a Russian rebel who has fallen. A group of Death Eaters zero in on him and she looks away.

"You wanted to see what my Death Eaters do." He points to a large cloaked figure who is sending a killing curse towards a rebel. "This is what they do."

She doesn't say anything then. Her request, she realizes now, was a stupid one. She shouldn't have seen this. It makes her feel depressed and oddly saddened. These rebels are fighting for what they believe in. She looks at Tom from the corner of her eye as he looks out to his army. He's fighting for what he believes in too. It's all too confusing to her now. A gust of wind gushes by them, ruffling her dress and sending a shiver down her spine. She turns to Tom and brings her body close to his chest for warmth. He seems surprised by her sudden display of affection but he covers it quickly by bringing his arms around her.

She watches with glassy eyes as the sun sets and the curses stop flying. The Death Eaters have won of course and there are no survivors left. We don't tolerate disobedience, Tom had said and he was right. She places her hand on top of her stomach.

"You won't make our child fight like this, will you?" she asks worriedly.

"By the time he's old enough, there shouldn't be any more fighting."

She's relieved by that. She places her head on his chest as the Death Eaters levitate the dead bodies and place them in a giant fire by the edge of the forest. The smell of burnt flesh reaches her nostrils and she scrunches up her nose. Before she would have been screaming and running to see such a sight but now she is just mildly annoyed by the smell. What's happening to her?

"I have something for you." He says as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black box. "I hope you like it." He says.

She takes it from him and opens the lid slowly. Her breath catches as she looks upon the beautiful ring that's nestled among the velvet lining inside. The ring is made out of white gold and a large diamond is the main center piece, beside it are two smaller emeralds. It's perfect. She looks up to him with a smile and he takes it out of the box and slips it on her left ring finger.

"There," he says as the ring glows and fits to her finger. "Now you have a wedding ring."

She smiles down at it as it adjusts to her. "What spells are on this?" she asks curiously as the ring stops glowing.

She looks into his eyes as he answers. "The typical marriage spells." He says with a smirk.

She's never heard of any marriage spells… let alone typical ones. She frowns at him. "What spells?"

He takes her hand and starts playing with the ring. "It will let me know where you are at all times, it will let me know if you need help," he looks deeply into her troubled eyes. "And it will let me know if you ever let someone else touch you." He says in a deep, threatening voice.

She starts chewing on her bottom lip. This ring is more of a collar then a piece of jewelry. She touches the locket around her neck and scowls. The things he gives her are more like chains then gifts. Tom sees her worried face and laughs. "I'm the only one who can take this off, sweetheart." He says lightly. "So don't even try."

"Do you have one?" she asks after a few moments.

Again he laughs at her and she takes that as a no. He's so unfair; if she has to have a tracking device on her then he should too! With a huff she turns away from him and back inside. They're staying in some large mansion in Russia. He was truthful with her when he told her she could come on his next campaign… but it wasn't what she expected. It's just like being in Slytherin's castle, she can't go anywhere and she has to wait around all day until Tom comes to her. It's such a boring life being with him.

He follows her and closes the glass doors behind him. He watches, amused, as she stalks towards the vanity and sits down. He loves it when she gets mad like this. Her face becomes flushed and she tries desperately to pretend like he isn't in the room… but he still has control over her and she can't leave. He wants her every time she's like this; if she knew that she probably wouldn't get angry as often. Watching his army defeat the rebels and watching her huff around the room has made him hard and he wants to take her to bed.

Tom sits down in one of the chairs, facing her back as she pretends to organize things on the table. He watches her reflection in the mirror closely. "Take off your dress."

Her eyes snap to his in the mirror. She places her hand on her stomach, that's just now starting to show, and pretends she's ill. "But I'm not feeling well." She says lightly, not looking at him because he can tell when she's lying.

"Isabel…" Tom says in a voice that clearly shows he doesn't believe. "Take it off. I want to see your body." She shakes her head, still unable to look at him. His patience is starting to dwindle. "If you don't do as I say you'll be punished."

She looks him in the eyes then and sees that he's dead serious. He has a lustful hunger in his eyes and it makes her body respond. Why does his power make her feel this way? He must be putting a spell on her. She stands up and faces him, walking closer to the chair where he's sitting. His eyes rake over her body and become a shade darker when she begins removing her dress.

When she's fully nude she rests her hands to the side and waits for him to make his move, but he doesn't. He just sits there and stares at her body. "Sit on the floor." He says after a few moments and she becomes confused. She almost asks why but he shoots her a heated look so she sits down before him.

"Open your legs." He commands again and she closes her eyes as she does what he says. She's now totally exposed to him and utterly confused by his behavior. "Touch yourself."

Her eyes snap open to his. He sits cool and collected on his chair, staring down at her with dark eyes. "What?" she croaks out.

"Touch yourself." He repeats again and her cheeks flame with embarrassment. She can't do that in front of him. "Make yourself wet for me."

This is a control game for him, she realizes. He's showing her the power that he has over her body and herself… she's concerned when she realizes that it doesn't bother her. Slowly, she brings her hands up to touch her body and she does all that he tells her to. She fondles her breasts and runs her hands along her smooth skin. Her fingers aren't as long or skilled as Tom's and she becomes frustrated with herself as she works them between her legs. She almost forgets that's she's being watched.

"Don't cum with out my permission." He says steadily. She looks at him then, his eyes are watching her closely and his body is calm, but she can see his arousal and his words make her even wetter. His arms grip the side of the chair tightly. He's starting to loose control of himself… that makes her happy.

She moans when she reaches a certain place. "Please." She says breathlessly.

"Please what?" he says harshly, trying to cover up the strain in his voice.

"Please make me cum." She feels like she should wash her mouth out with soup. He's turned her into a sexual deviant.

He smirks then. "Would you like my help?" he says lightly while watching her small hands roams her body.

She nods her head up and down, unable to reach any conclusion by herself. "Please Tom, please make me cum."

He stands up, towering over her. He takes his shirt off and watches her eyes as he slowly starts to unbuckle his pants. Her breathing is heavy and she rests her hands at her sides, waiting for him. When did she become so attracted to him? It makes her head hurt so she closes her eyes and lays her head back on the cold floor. His weight falls on top of her and she sighs when she feels his skin against hers. His brings her hand up to his mouth and licks her wetness from them.

His skilled fingers play along her most privet area and she moans, moving towards his hand. His other arm holds her hips down so she can't move. "Did you get this wet for him?" he asks in low accusing voice.

She opens her eyes and sees his set face. What's he talking about? "What do you mean?" she asks and gasps as he runs is fingers along her sex.

"Lestrange, did you get this wet for him?" his voice is hard. He's still hurt by that. He said they wouldn't talk of it again but it still bothers him. She can see that now.

She shakes her head. "No, Sir." she says desperately as he teases her.

"What about that mudblood Samuel Higgins? Were you ever like this for him?"

Her eyes glare at his for bringing up the name of her ex boyfriend. The boyfriend that he murdered. Her eyes narrow as she looks at him. "No, I only get wet for you." She says, telling him what he wants to hear.

He knows that he's the only one who's ever touched her like that. He knows he's the only one who ever will, but he likes to be reassured of his dominance… of his control over her. He slides into her then with out warning and she grips his shoulders.

"That had better be the truth." He grounds out as he slams into her.

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"But I want one!" she shouts and stomps her foot to drive her point home. If she has to stay in this castle for the rest of her life, she might as well use his 'I can get you anything you want' to her advantage. Even if she does sound like a spoiled child.

"I told you no." he hisses at her, obviously annoyed at her behavior.

"But the baby wants one." She says sadly while rubbing her protruding stomach. She's now seven months pregnant and the baby is defiantly showing.

"There is no way that the baby could possibly want an ice cream cone, now stop it."

"You don't know!" she yells. She's surprised when she starts crying. Hormones do crazy things to your emotions. "You don't know what the baby wants. You don't have to carry her! You don't have to watch as your body grows bigger everyday like a whale!"

"You don't look like a whale." He tells her calmly. Looking around the room to make sure no one is witnessing her embarrassing meltdown. "I told you that the house-elves can make you some ice cream from the kitchens."

"I don't want that ice cream!" she screeches. She realizes she's being annoying, but he deserves it. "It doesn't taste the same!"

"Calm down."

"Why are you so mean to me?!" she shrieks again and he flinches at her tone. The whole entire world could probably hear her. "You are always so mean to me!"

He slams his hand against the desk in frustration but she's too upset to be scared. "Goddamnit!" he yells at her losing his temper, causing the glass in the windows to shake. "What do you want me to do? Do you honestly want me to send one of my Death Eaters to Diagon Alley just to get you some specially made ice cream?"

She furiously wipes tears away with the back of her hands. "Of course not!" she yells. "How could I ever think of asking you to do anything for me?! You only ruined my life and now you've ruined my body, how dare I ask you for anything!"

With that she stomps from the room and hatefully makes her way back to her bedroom.

"Isabel, wait." He says following after her. Anger shoots through him at her for making him chase after her like some dog. "Stop acting unreasonable."

She turns on him then and her eyes flash dangerously. A lesser man would be afraid. "I'm unreasonable, am I?" he nods his head; she makes a weird shrieking noise. "I never want to talk to you again! I hate you!" she yells and runs the rest of the way to the bedroom. Slamming the door and cursing loudly.

He's left frozen in his place. For once the Dark Lord is speeches. What the hell was that?

Moodily he makes his way down to the dinning room where his inner circle is to join him tonight. He takes a deep breath before opening the doors and doesn't even bother to acknowledge them as they bow and grovel at his feet. He takes his seat at the head of the table and slams his goblet down hard after he drains its contents.

What is her problem? She is insane! His mind yells angrily. His eyes look to his right where her seat is empty. She won't come down tonight, he knows that… and he can't force her because the Medi-witch said the stress would be bad for the baby. What does that bitch know? She doesn't have to live with that unreasonable woman who's currently fuming away upstairs.

She probably won't let him touch her tonight. Pregnancy has defiantly given her way too much power over him. With a frustrated growl he turns his attention to one of his followers.

"Draco." He hisses angrily and the young man looks at him startled.

"Yes, My Lord?" he says nervously, his eyes clearly fearful.

"I want you to go to Diagon Alley and get a large strawberry ice cream cone from Florean Fortescues."

Draco looks at him with wide, confused eyes. The rest of the people look around uneasy, unsure of why he is asking such a thing. "Do… do you want me to bring it back here?" the boy asks him timidly.

"Yes, I want you to bring it back here." He snaps meanly. "Now go before I hex you!" Draco is gone in two seconds and everything is silent as the Death Eaters stare fearfully at their Lord. "I'll be in my office." He says, officially losing his appetite.

He's sitting at his desk, watching the sky pass outside of his window when Draco enters. He hands the ice cream cone to his master and closes his eyes like he may get murdered for it. Tom sends him out of the room and he goes to Isabel's door.

Thinking it's best to be polite so she doesn't blow up at him again he lightly taps against the door with his knuckle.

"I said I never wanted to talk to you again!" comes the reply from the other side.

He rolls his eyes. "I have something you may want." He says harshly, like a parent talking to child who has just thrown a fit over something….and won.

He can hear her shuffling to the door and she opens it a crack. His eyes soften when he sees her puffy eyes and tear streaked face. She had been crying this whole time. He's never been gladder that he wasn't a woman.

She opens the door a little wider. "You got it for me?" she asks with a sniffle. He hands it to her and her face lights up. She smiles at him. "Thank you." His heart skips a beat when he sees how happy such a little thing has made her. He should be nice to her more often.

"Are you done being ridiculous?"

She looks at him then and blushes. "Yes, I'm sorry… I just… I'm scared about this whole thing…" she looks down to her stomach and back up to his eyes. "I can't help it.. I just blow up over every little thing. Forgive me?"

He smiles at her then, all frustration gone. "I forgive you, I suppose. Why are you scared?"

A frown forms on her lips as she sits down on the bed. "I've never had a baby before." She says, looking at her lap. "I know it's going to be painful…"

He walks up to her and kisses her forehead. "You don't have to be worried. We have the best Medi-witch in the world looking after you." She smiles up at him. "Now eat that like a good girl. I'll be back up later."

What the hell have I turned into? Was his last thought before leaving the room. When he sorts things out with his followers he meets her in the room again. She's asleep on her side, with her hand on her stomach. He watches her as he undresses and slides in beside her. Placing his chest along her back, he kisses her cheek.

She makes a tired moaning noise and her eyes flutter open. "Tom?" Annoyance flies through his body at the name she calls him but he tries to calm himself… he can't hit her… not while she's pregnant. She brings her hand up over her shoulder and runs it through his thick hair. "I'm glad you came to bed." She says sleepily.

"Did you miss me?" he smirks against her shoulder.

She nods her head and grabs his hand, placing it on her stomach. "Do you feel that?" she asks him. He does, the light kick against his palm makes him focus his attention on her. "That's your daughter."

He smiles then. He's come to terms with it being a girl and not a boy. Besides he has plenty of time to get her pregnant again, and he will. He wants more children whether she agrees to it or not.

"Do you think she'll look like you?" he asks, surprising himself that he cares.

She smiles over her shoulder. "She'll probably have your dark hair, but I don't know." She yawns and stretches her body. "I have a question to ask you and I don't want you to be mad."

He clenches his jaw, nothing ever good came out of a sentence like that. "What?" he snaps.

"What will the baby's last name be?" she turns on her back so she can look him in the eyes. "What's my last name now? Is it Riddle… or is it Voldemort? Is that even a last name?"

"Officially," he says hating the words that are about to come out. "It will be Riddle."

"I've always liked your last name." she says honestly.

"It's a dirty muggle name." he spits out through clenched teach.

She studies his angry face for a few moments. "Was your father a muggle?" she asks surprised… he's never talked about his parents before.

His grip tightens on her arm and she whimpers at him. "Never ask me that again."

"I'm sorry." She whispers.

"Right."

She smiles at his scowl and he turns his face away from her. She places her hand on his cheek. "Calpurnia Riddle sounds nice, doesn't it?

"If you say so." Is all he says, and that's the end of the conversation.

He's more forceful with her that night then he should be but he needs to regain his pride and his control. She yells out his name when she's finished and he realizes that it doesn't sound half as bad when it comes out of her mouth like that.

At three in the morning a persistent knock wakes them from their sleep. Tom shoots up and puts on his pants; he places the blankets over Isabel's naked body and rushes to the door.

"This had better be important." He says hatefully to the cowering Death Eater on the other side.

"Forgive me, My Lord." The Death Eaters pale face looks clammy and frightened. "Forgive me but the Castle is being attacked."

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