The Wedding Night
Narcisa and Professor Snape headed first to the Ministry through floo powder, leaving Lucy to ride alone on a black Carriage pulled by four beautiful black Pegasus. She could still feel the potion's bitter taste on her tongue as she flew through the sky towards her fate.
She wasn't sure how long she flew, she felt so numb that she didn't even bother to look out of the window to see the night sky. And before she knew it the carriage was descending, it landed gracefully in what seemed to be an inner patio of the Ministry. It was oddly quiet outside and for a moment Lucy wondered if the Pegasus had taken her to the wrong place.
Soon, though, the carriage door was open by none other than Professor Dumbledore. The sight of the old kind man, with his long silver beard and hair, dressed in lavish mid-night blue robes that sparkled with silver stars, brought tears to Lucy's eyes, especially because as she looked upon those kind blue eyes, she didn't see the usual twinkle.
"Professor…" - She whispered before rushing to hug the old man, who returned her hug tenderly.
"How are you faring my girl?" – He inquired lightly as they broke off the hug and he helped her to climb down from the carriage.
"I'm fine sir." – She answered with a quivering smile. – "Why are you here though?"
"Well, you see… Tom has deemed it fit that I must take you down the aisle and deliver you to him…" - He answered with a pained smile.
Lucy nodded, it seemed something Voldemort would want, the very paragon of light, the founder of the Order of Phoenix would deliver the last hope for the light side to the arms of the dark lord. It was rather poetic, if you thought about it.
"Let's us go them?" – Dumbledore said offering her his arm.
Nodding, Lucy took his arm and let him steer her towards the huge double doors that would most likely lead them to the Atrium where the ceremony would be held.
Lucy was taken aback by the number of people gathered on the Atrium, the entire Britain seemed to be there, and perhaps a small part of the rest of Europe as well. As she walked down the Aisle, holding firmly to Dumbledore's arm as if to prevent herself from falling, she looked around to try and see her friends.
Soon she spotted the Weasleys, that were gathered in a small corner looking like spooked animals, all bearing gloomy faces, she tried to smile encouragingly at them, but failed miserably at it. Further away she saw the Hogwarts teachers, all bundled together, Mcgonagal looking somber, Snape, as stoned faced as ever, Professor Sprout, drying her tears discreetly, Professor Flitwick blowing his nose into a huge napkin, Madame Pomfrey, waving sadly at her, and Hagrig, that shook with powerful hiccups.
And there was Sirius as well, looking somber and gloomy, Remus by his side, looked positively sick, supporting himself on Tonks shoulder, and her hair was gray and dull tonight. Close to them stood Kingsley Shacklebolt, who nodded to Lucy as she passed by, and Cornelius Fudge looking positively nervous while holding his hat with shaking hands. Lucy made a point to ignore Scrimgeur and Rosier that also stood beside the Minister.
The Malfoys all nodded to her with brilliant smiles when she spotted them, even Draco, who was standing near Blaise, that made a small reverence towards her, mimicked by a tall woman on his side, that Lucy imagined to be Pythia Zabini. And then she saw the Lestranges, she shuddered when she saw the scowl on Bellatrix's face.
And the aisle was over, and Lucy was forced to look forward and see Voldemort, staring at her with his glowing red eyes. She felt shivers run down her spine when she noticed there was no pain on her scar.
Voldemort offered her his hands, and after a bit of hesitation she took them.
"I deliver you your bride and prize." – Dumbledore whispered sadly, and Voldemort sent him a smirk, as both him and Lucy stepped into a circle of light on the floor.
As soon as the stepped on it, they started to rise from the ground, to stand above the guests, the ceiling over them seemed to open to let the light of the moon shine over the two of them. It would have a been a lovely scenario, if it wasn't such a desperate one.
Down on the ground, four people came to stand around the circle with their wand raised, Lucy was somewhat surprised to see that they were Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore, Lucius Malfoy and Sirius… All them with their wands raised.
"Behold! The two souls that stand before you and seek to be united under the sacred Bond of blood!" – Stated Professor Snape and stream of red light left his wand to wrap around Lucy and Voldemort.
"Behold! The two souls that stand under the moon and seek to be united under the sacred Bond of Magic." – Said Sirius, and a stream of blue light also came to warp around the floating couple.
Lucy could feel the two strings of magic trying to tie her closely to Voldemort, and she wanted deeply to resist.
"Behold! The two souls that stand under the night and seek to be united under the sacred Bond of Time!" – Said Malfoy and golden light came to tie them even closer.
Voldemort looked at Lucy intently, and she shivered under his burning stare.
"Behold! The two souls that stand together and seek to be united under the sacred Bond of Love!" – The voice of Dumbledore thundered around the Atrium and burning white light twirled around them as well.
Lucy was shocked to hear the word "Love" on this bonding, this had nothing to do with love… It never would be… By this time, tears where already streaming down her face.
"May their wishes be granted! Let them speak their vows!" – Came the four voices, speaking as if they were one.
The voice of Voldemort sounded smooth and almost gentle as he spoke without tearing his eyes from Lucy.
"I vow to be always by your side, your life shall be also mine, I'll forever protect you and make everything in my power to bring you happiness…" - Lucy could feel powerful magic flowing form Voldemort's hands into her, and she could feel something burn on the ring finger of her left hand, as if she was been branded with melted metal. - "my magic shall be forever yours, your pains shall be forever mine. I give you now my life, my name and my soul and claim you as my own." - He finished softly.
Trembling Lucy started to speak, her voice sounded softer than a whisper and yet she could hear it reverberating around the place.
"I vow to be always by your side, your life shall be also mine… I'll forever serve you and make everything in my power to bring you happiness."- Lucy's voice was shaking but she struggled to keep talking, the heat between their hands was increasing and her own magic was now flowing into him.- "my magic shall be forever yours, your fears shall be forever mine. I accept your name, your life and soul, and will dispose now of my own. I… I'll be forever yours." - She finished with a whisper, her eyes were locked into his and she was now shaking and breathing fast.
"The vows have been made. May thee have my blessing." – Snape said.
"The vows have been made. May thee have my blessing." – Sirius murmured.
"The vows have been made. May thee have my blessing." - Lucius repeated.
"The vows have been made. May thee have my blessing." – Dumbledore said sounding like a wounded animal.
Lucy felt Voldemort gripping her more tightly and pulling her to him, to her horror she found she couldn't resist, her body obeyed immediately, and she was crushed against his chest as his arms snaked around her waist and his mouth covered hers. It was her first kiss, and it felt impossibly bitter.
When he pulled back, Lucy saw that they were already back on the ground, and he led her rather tenderly towards two throne like chair where they would receive the gifts and congratulations from the guests, while the lavish dinner was served.
Lucy felt numb, she couldn't help but stare dumbfounded to the red band that had formed on her finger. She barely paid attention to the guests that came and went, most came only to bow for Voldemort and kiss his hand, barely sparing her a look. Others, came to give her a reassuring smile and a pity look, among the raze of faces she barely knew, she could recognize the Weasleys, Hermione, the Malfoys, Remus, her teachers, and Bellatrix Lestrange, who made a point to kiss Voldemort's feet and leave while sending Lucy a look of utmost hatred.
And even if the guests were numerous and the dinner and song stretched on for many hours, it seemed to Lucy that the time went too fast, and too soon for her, she was leaving with Voldemort taking her by the arm. They didn't leave on the carriage she came, instead Voldemort activated a port key and they disappeared together to show up in the middle of a bedroom.
"Finally my beloved, we're home." – Voldemort whispered grinning down at her as he cupped her chin to make her look up at him. – "There's no need to cry my sweet, I shall be gentle." – He added, while he wiped a few tears from her cheek before he bend down to claim her lips.
"Please… Don't." – Lucy managed to choke out between his kisses as she felt his hands roaming her body through the silk of her dress. It made Voldemort pause to look at her, his red eyes boring into hers.
"You're mine now, you belong to me my darling, and I shall have you, but you do not need to fear, I won't hurt you, ever, you'll find I can take very good care of what belongs to me." – He whispered on her ear as he snatched her up and walked to the bed, laying her gently on silky white sheets.
Just as the book had explained, Lucy could not fight or reject any of Voldemort's advances, but to be truthful she could not accuse him of being cruel or forceful, it was quite the contrary, he was gentle, he seemed to worship her body in every possible way he could, and to her utmost shame and horror, her body did seem to enjoy his attention, even if her mind still screamed with the wrongness of the situation.
She didn't feel any pain when he claimed her, and if she was absolutely honest with herself she would admit that it had been pleasurable to her, if she closed her eyes and chose to forget who it was that lied on top of her.
Once Voldemort found completeness inside of her body, he kissed her forehead gently while gathering her on his arms, ready to fall asleep after another conquest. Lucy on the other hand didn't fell asleep, even if she felt exhausted, instead she cried silently, her fate was sealed, and there was nothing she could but to accept it. And to her utter horror, her fate might not be as terrible as it should have been.