(( Aannnnndddd I'm back, blaring a song that constantly replays a huge moment in my first fan fiction, and of course -w- It is somehow giving me good ideas for this chapter :D *evil grin* hoohoohoo I REALLY hope you guys will enjoy this one and forgive me for the crap I've been slogging you all through with the previous chapters xD The story if FINALLY reaching a really good part in the plot so I'm proud to present -w- Chapter 17 - w -
P.S. Hooray for a finally long-ish chapter! xD
WARNING: Contains SOME descriptive adult content and a slight leaning towards rape. You HAVE been warned O_o
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of Harry Potter or any affiliated works, except my own fan fictions xD If that counts? Haha, please enjoy and thank you all for reading and enjoying J ))
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Aaliyah landed in the middle of Diagon Alley, Voldemort himself landing next to her side.
Neither looked impressed with what they had come to learn as more Death Eaters appeared behind them, here and there.
It had been a few months since she had seen Voldemort this angered.
Voldemort was already aggressively making his way towards Gringotts, the wizard bank where something undeniably precious to him was lying in waiting.
Something Potter and his friends had come with the intention of taking and destroying.
Aaliyah was close behind him, pulling out her slim wand and frowned as she looked up at the bank, her pace brisk, growing firmer with each step that drew her closer to the enormous bank that stood at odd angle with the other shops and buildings around it.
It was at that moment the ground shuddered beneath their feet and the roof of the bank was blown away entirely.
Aaliyah covered her face as shards of glass showered out into the streets.
She blinked when none hit her and she moved her arm, looking at the back of Voldemort, following the direction she could clearly see his gaze was going.
The dragon.
She was stunned by the enormity of it for a moment, but once she moved her gaze up more to where three small beings held onto it's back, she grit her teeth and moved with Voldemort, Bellatrix coming up close behind her at a run, seeing the female, Granger, use a spell to make the dragon move.
And move it did.
"Stop them!" Voldemort practically snarled, brandishing his own wand.
Bellatrix looked back at Voldemort wide eyed, then Aaliyah as she moved swiftly ahead, moving with surprisingly speed and grace, even in the heels she always wore.
Bellatrix glared and ran after her, both of the women, as well as a few other Death Eaters behind, giving chase in the alley, trying to stun the dragon and bring it down however they could, Bellatrix knowing full well what they had taken, having no doubt.
"No!" Aaliyah gasped as the dragon took flight, her side feeling like there was a stitch in it. She watched wide eyed, panting as the dragon soared far into the distance.
She turned, looking back, her chest heaving slightly from how far she had run, Bellatrix watching her with anger clear in her face.
She glared back. "It isn't I who's vault was raided today," she said venomously on her way past the dark haired woman.
Bellatrix narrowed her eyes at her, turning to follow.
Once they reached the front of Gringotts, Aaliyah went inside, walking firmly, her heels clacking lightly upon the marble floor, stepping over the destroyed architecture with ease as she came to stand near The Dark Lord.
"They…. They appear to have taken… one thing."
Aaliyah glanced up at the goblin and where he sat, looking absolutely petrified to be in The Dark Lord's presence.
Voldemort gave him the most deadliest sneer Aaliyah had ever seen on his despicable face and then took a step back, glancing up at the goblin calmly.
Voldemort suddenly let out a furious yell, brandishing his wand like some sort of blade and fired spell after spell at the goblin, and those around him, stupid enough to get too close.
Aaliyah stayed silent, watching goblin after goblin fall, blood spilling from gashes made, soulless eyes staring ahead silently from where they lay.
Her golden amber eyes looked at the silent desecration littering the floor, and looked to her side, seeing a goblin lying there, breathings its last life of breath.
It met her eyes, shifting its hand pitifully towards her.
She narrowed her eyes and stepped away slightly from the puddle of blood that slowly edged her way from a deep wound in its chest.
"They've taken it…" Voldemort said, his crimson eyes full of rage at the thought.
Aaliyah looked at him silently, her heart racing at the violence he burst forth with only a second ago, though on the outside she seemed as calm and impassive as ever, while Bellatrix and the others stood by fearfully. Fearful of what? Aaliyah couldn't say, the thought of fearing that man having never crossed her mind even once.
He turned and faced the damaged entrance to the bank and his gaze fell on Aaliyah for a moment, who met his eyes and didn't look away.
He saw no pity or fear or confusion there. Only an impassiveness that told him she was willing to do whatever he had in mind next…
He turned and glared at his Death Eaters, passing them by.
"I will kill him…" he growled, the hatred and anger practically rolling off him in shudder inducing waves.
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Aaliyah walked quietly and calmly down the corridor of the Shrieking Shack, as she had come to learn it was referred to. Her steps were slow, careful and measured as she came to one of the doors to what, if it were a lived in home, would be the living area itself.
Voldemort sat in a chair, completely by himself, staring ahead at a long, dust covered table, his crimson eyes holding a carefully calculated coldness, his mind planning something to regain the upper hand in a battle fast approaching.
Aaliyah lifted her chin slightly and regarded him with a mix of emotions, and then pushed herself gently away from the doorframe, her bare feet continuing to make no sound, save for the gentle whisper of her satin gown drifting around her ankles the closer she came to The Dark Lord.
She came to stand at the back side of the chair and reached out, gently running her hand up his shoulder and to his jaw line, her fingers gently running along the surprisingly smooth skin there.
He tensed his jaw and glared up at her.
"What the hell do you want?"
She met his gaze calmly and smirked faintly. "Merely to assist you in whatever way I can."
He sneered. "How? By letting me ravage your body and then running off like nothing is of any concern to you?" he hissed. "Is that the only way you know to diffuse the situation?"
She tensed, having never been so affronted by anyone's words before. She frowned and moved her hand away.
"No…" she said darkly. "I came here to suggest an idea."
He regarded her silently, giving her a chance to speak her idea to him.
She sighed and sat on the edge of the table to Voldemort's immediate right and looked at him where he sat. "We destroy Hogwarts…" she said calmly.
He looked at her and narrowed his eyes.
She smirked faintly. "It would force Potter out into the open… he has friends there, does he not? If we killed them, he would come back and you could kill him in a moment once he made himself known," she said.
He rolled his eyes and stood, turning away from her. "You think that isn't what I had in mind?"
She looked at him and raised a brow. "Is it?"
He turned and sneered at her. "Of course it is. It would not only force that blasted devil into the open, it would hit him home… destroying the only REAL home he ever had to begin with," he smirked.
She looked at him and smirked. "So you do understand in some way, love…" she murmured.
He looked at her and smirked wickedly, coming close to her and placed his hands on either side of her hips, his hands leaving prints in the layer of dust on the table. "I understand Potter's mind and the way it works. Love is nothing I want to associate myself with."
She looked at him with slight disappointment, reaching up to run her fingers over his cheek bone gently, her hands coming to rest at the back of his neck. "Truly..?"
He sneered. "Absolutely. Power is the only and absolute thing I desire. Nothing else is of any importance to me," he said without needing to even think about it.
She leaned a little closer and looked at his lips, then met his gaze, a teasing smirk crossing her lips. "You hurt me, deeply… You wouldn't even love me..?" she murmured, the cool pads of her fingertips grazing against the base of his skull lightly.
He felt a shiver travel up his spine as he watched her and sneered faintly. "No…" he answered wickedly. "I need nothing but power… your idea is merely the same thing I already had in mind. You were brought here by me merely to assist me in the fight I know very well is bound to occur in the wizarding world… Your opinions and ideas are as worthless to me as anyone else's…" he said to her in a low voice.
She looked at him and stood, her eyes narrowing. "Perhaps I do not feel the need to hep you in your little game of pawns…" she said, stepping past him and moved to leave. "I am no pawn."
He sneered and grabbed her arm from behind her.
She glared and turned to wrench her arm free, not liking the way he handled her suddenly and gasped when he used surprising force to pin her to the nearby wall.
She looked at him, slight irritation in her eyes.
"What?" he sneered and leaned close. "Not used to being handled against your will?" he taunted.
She narrowed her eyes at him slightly. "What are you doing..?" she asked, lowering her voice.
He smirked, pressing a leg between both of hers and keeping it firmly pressed there against her lower regions. "Nothing out of the ordinary for you…" he said with a smirk.
She met his eyes and kept her gaze locked there for a moment, until she felt her skirt being lifted, followed by her hips being grasped and lifted, keeping her situated higher up on the wall.
She gasped, putting her arms around his neck and looked at him in concern, something feeling quite unlike before, but was distracted when she felt something slip into her, assaulting her body with both pain and pleasure all at once within seconds.
She gasped as she felt him thrust violently into her, her back arching as her head tilted back in a mix of undeniable pleasure but pain as well. Her nails dug into the back of his neck, drawing a small bit of blood, her raw cries filling the room.
"Please! Please stop!" she pleaded, trying to scramble away from him any way she could up the wall, but to no avail as he assaulted her neck with his mouth, biting her to keep her in place.
She shut her eyes and bit her bottom lip, then buried her face into his shoulder.
"You… you're… hurting me…" she panted, her fingers clutching at his black dirty robes desperately.
He shut his eyes and inhaled deeply through his slits for nostrils and then groaned as he released inside her, clutching her painfully close to himself until he felt his system was completely relieved, then removed himself from her, stepping back with a smirk as he looked at her leaning back against the wall, her legs slightly bent as she tried to hold herself up, her silvery hair draped a little over her face.
"And you truly believed you could do as you please around me…" he sneered, though there was a hint of regret to his voice as he turned away, leaving the shack, and Aaliyah behind on her own.
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(( bum bum bummmm I dunno if I would necessarily call it rape xD But… kinda I guess? I dunno. Either way, you'll see where this is all going in some time when the story nears the end xD Unless I somehow decide to change what I have in mind :S But I doubt that LOL I dunno… still debating between two endings that I have in my mind -w- Anywho! Please review and lemme know what you think J Toodloo! ))