TITLE: The Lord and his Lady
SUMMARY: Anastasia had never thought she would fall in love. She had never thought that she would fall in love with the person who murdered her parents. She had always been dark. She knew and accepted that. But was she so dark as to become the first Dark Lady since Morgana Le Fay and rule alongside the most ruthless Dark Lord since his notorious ancestor Salazar Slytherin?
MAIN PAIRING: Anastasia Persephone Potter (FemHarry) x Tom Riddle Jr./Lord Voldemort
GENRES: Drama & Romance
RATING: Actual rating T, but rated M for safety.
"Normal Speech"
'Thoughts'
~Parseltongue~
Last Time:
"Very well Potter. I agree to your terms. We do not have a binder here, but that is of no matter. We simply need a witness. We already have that", he smirked, turning his back to her and facing the statue of Slytherin. "After all, the witness merely needs to be intelligent. Not human". He glanced back at her. "Oh, and by the way, you might want to close your eyes".
"Wait-", she started, but it was too late.
Chapter 1: Part 2: Second Year
~Speak to me Salazar Slytherin, Greatest of the Hogwarts Four~
Anastasia watched in part awe, and part apprehension, as Slytherin's mouth opened and she could hear the hissing and slithering sounds of something big, inside of it. The Basilisk.
She shut her eyes, as she heard its body hit the floor of the chamber with a thud, shaking the floor and some dust loose from the ceiling. She heard the Basilisk slithering towards her, and she had begun to back away slowly, when she heard Tom's voice, hissing at the huge snake to leave her alone, and to not harm her. It hissed in disappointment but thankfully, appeared to obey. At any rate, she couldn't hear any sound from the Basilisk.
~Open your eyes~ said Tom casually to Anastasia. ~Are you insane?~ hissed back Anastasia, completely unaware that they were speaking in Parseltongue. The Basilisk in turn hissed in shock. ~Another speaker. What is your name?~
~Anastasia Potter~ hissed back the Girl-Who-Lived, hesitantly.
~She is to be obeyed~ warned Tom. ~Like you obey me~
~Agreed. I, and all snakes like and unlike me, are bound to obey all speakers of our noble tongue. Open your eyes young speaker, for my eyes will not harm you~
Anastasia opened her eyes hesitantly looking at Tom first. He was smirking at her. ~Relax. It's something that Parselmouths don't advertise, but all of us are immune to harm or injury from snakes, magical, mundane, or even conjured~ he said the last part blandly and casually, due to which she almost missed its significance. Almost.
~So, I'm immune to snake venom and the Basilisk death glare?~ the incredulity and the disbelief in her voice was considerable.
~If you don't believe me, see for yourself~ said Tom, smirking at the pun. Oh how he loved puns.
Anastasia hesitated, before screwing up her Gryffindor courage, and pushing away her Slytherin instincts that were telling her to get the fuck out of here, as fast as her legs could carry her, and turned towards the Basilisk and looked it square in its big, bulbous yellow eyes. Nothing happened, other than an awed smile slipped onto her face. ~You're beautiful~ she breathed.
The Basilisk hissed. ~I know~ it said proudly, looking at Tom rather amusedly. Tom groaned. ~Will you knock that off! It was the first time I had ever seen a magical snake up close and personal. And you're seventy feet long! To be fair, I didn't even know what the 'monster of Slytherin' was!~
The Basilisk hissed in what seemed to be amusement. ~That was no reason to run away screaming your head off
Anastasia laughed loudly. "The great Lord Voldemort, screams his head off and flees with his ego between his legs, when faced with his ancestor Salazar Slytherin's familiar", she laughed. "I can see the headlines now. Rita Skeeter would have a field day on that one".
Tom scowled. ~Shut up~
~Whatever~ said Anastasia waving her hand dismissively, before she turned back to the Basilisk. ~I thought you in particular only had to obey the heir of Slytherin?~ she questioned curiously.
Tom smirked, although she didn't see that. She was too busy admiring the Basilisk. He reverted back to English. "What Slytherin did not count on was inbreeding, and as such there are a lot of mini-Slytherins running around. However, the 'Parselmouth' gene is active only in you and me, and hence we are regarded as the heirs of Slytherin. If very witch or wizard could speak Parseltongue, then snakes would have no choice but to obey every witch and wizard in the world. Obviously, that would mean a lot of chaos, but that's not important. In a nutshell, snakes are honor-bound, and usually magic-bound to obey all Parselmouths. Understand now?", the 'dumbass' was implied in his taunting, I-am-holier-than-thou tone, which Anastasia absolutely despised, although she kept her mouth shut. For now.
"Yes", she said, giving no outward impression of her annoyance. "Now, about that oath...", she trailed off delicately. Tom sighed in annoyance and exasperation and got down on one knee in front of her, smirking slightly at her slight blush. She did the same, and Tom covered her petite and smooth left hand, in his slightly rougher, and larger ones (although less corporeal), while she held her wand in her right, pointing at their intertwined hands. She knew Parseltongue would ensure a totally unbreakable oath, meaning that even if they were willing to give their life to spread the secret, they wouldn't be able to.
~Do you Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Slytherin swear an oath of absolute loyalty to your ally Heir Anastasia Persephone Potter, scion of House Potter?~
~I do.~ A thin rope of flame, extended from the tip of her wand, and wrapped around both their hands.
~Do you Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Slytherin, swear an oath of absolute protection to your ally Heir Anastasia Persephone Potter, scion of House Potter?
Tom hesitated slightly this time, before replying. ~I do.~ Another rope of flame, thicker than the last, wrapped around their hands, overlapping the one already there.
~Do you Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Slytherin, swear an oath of absolute equality to your ally Heir Anastasia persephone Potter, scion of House Potter?~
~I do.~ A thick rope of flame, blinding to look at directly, wrapped around their hands, like the two previous. All three of the ropes, glowed purple before fading into wisps of energy and magic, that dissipated in every direction. Although, they did not hear it, thunder rumbled directly above Hogwarts Castle, sealing the oath.
They did the same thing, except this time Tom used her wand to ensure that she was loyal to him too. Once that was done;
"Now what?", asked Anastasia.
"The old coot would know at once, more or less, what has happened if you returned with Weasley's dead body. It appears that I have no choice but to return to the diary and allow you to miraculously escape and bring the dear Miss Weasley back alive". The irritation and annoyance in his voice was unmistakeable.
"I'll write to you and keep you company", she promised, Geminio-ing the diary. "Merlin knows both of us need it"
AN: I said expect no updates. I didn't say there wouldn't be :3 This one is short I know. Still, better than nothing.