The Real Dark Lord
Chapter 10
I jolted upright breathing heavily, I looked to my left then remembered he wasn't there. I tried to remember what had woke me but I couldn't recall, I let my eyes drift over to my left again and sorrow filled my aching heart. He had been gone over two months, it was getting harder to get out of bed everyday.
I could suddenly feel a breeze through my hair; I didn't remember opening the window. As I looked up, I saw a dark figure in the shadows by the window and it moved towards me.
"I have returned my love."
He was thinner and gaunter, but it was still him, my love had returned.
"Tom…"
"My dear, I have missed you on my travels."
He straightened up and closed the window, then dropped his cloak to the floor and climbed on top of me; he pressed his lips to my neck.
"My Lord." I sighed.
"My love." He breathed.
He slowly kissed his way down my neck and chest and returned to my neck once more, moving his way up to my lips. He bit down gently on my bottom lip and I uttered a soft moan. He then slowly moved down my body kissing me gently, he returned to my lips and clasped his body to mine.
The next few days were very interesting, Tom told me all about his travels as we walked the gardens with Nagini and told of his despair as he realised that Potter had got to some of his Horcruxes already.
Tom was once again away; he had gone to check upon his horcruxes yet again and we were all waiting in the living room.
We had been sent a message from the snatchers, followers of our Lord who went around looking for rebels.
A taboo had been put upon Lord Voldemort's name, anyone who spoke it gave away their position to the snatchers and they would catch them off guard. They were bringing in three teenagers, possibly part of Potter's following.
Narcissa got up and opened the door to Fenrir Greyback, a vile werewolf who had an unmasked taste for children. Vile as he was, he worked well, placing himself extremely close anyone who wronged Tom and then he would phase and kill them. I admit his methods were disgusting and messy, but he got the job done.
He marched in with an evil grin on his face. He was drooling slightly, his yellow teeth glinting, as he tried to keep his tongue in his mouth. He dragged behind him three teenagers, a young girl, a boy and another boy who's face was dreadfully swollen. His glasses were crammed to his face and he looked as though he had suffered a serious allergic reaction.
"We've got him!" Shouted Greyback joyfully. "We've got Potter!"
The others spoke as he trailed off.
"Maybe he'll let me keep the girl."
He eyed her hungrily.
"No, they are for the Dark Lord." Spat Bella, she like I, found Greyback disgusting.
I stood up.
"Are you sure?"
"Quite."
Bellatrix stood up.
"Draco, you know him well enough, check him."
Draco stood up and wearily edged over to where the swollen boy sat tied to the other two.
"Well, is it him?" Bellatrix asked.
"I don't know." He replied nervously.
Bellatrix looked from each of the teenager's faces.
"Wait, the girl, it's that Granger girl, it must be him!" She shouted.
Greyback just stood there and worried about his money.
"You'll get your money Fenrir." Shouted Bella as she eagerly pressed her finger upon the dark mark.
"No!" Some one screamed, "we don't know if it is him." But it was too late.