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: Rated M for safety and for possible future lemons depending on the outcome of the poll.
"Normal Speech"
'Thoughts'
~Parseltongue~
Last Time:
"I'll write to you and keep you company", she promised, Geminio-ing the Diary. "Merlin knows both of us need it."
Chapter 2: Part 1: End of Fourth Year & Torture
Present Time: Little Whinging, Surrey
Peter Pettigrew apparated directly into Number Four, Privet Drive. He took a moment to look around the house, which was impeccably clean. He snorted remembering when he had met Lily's neat-freak sister. Petunia.
This horrendously tidy house was where Anastasia Persephone Potter, the Girl-Who-Lived, soon turning fifteen, stayed at during her summer vacations. Her relatives were out (courtesy of a compulsion charm), and Anastasia was upstairs in her bedroom. He was here on a mission given to him by his Lord and when he brought back the Girl-Who-Lived, his Lord would reward him beyond measure.
He moved up the stairs cautiously, his wand held out in front of him. From what his Master had told him was that her room was the third on the right. Pettigrew had not questioned him about the source of his information. That would be an extremely painful suicide.
He unlocked the door with an Alohomora! and opened it softly. The room was untidy, in stark contrast to the rest of the house. The girl looked like she was sleeping, but as a precaution, he sent a stunner at her, and immediately dismissed her as a threat once it hit. He moved forwards and ripped the blankets off of her, only to pause.
Anastasia Potter had a good body, and it brought back memories of Lily. She had a good teenage C-cup, and an hourglass figure. Her smooth midnight black hair was spread out like a halo around her head. Her eyelids were closed, hiding her Avada Kedavra green coloured eyes, which he knew were the same colour as Lily's but the same shape as James'. She was currently wearing only a loose, black nightie that reached just below her knees. His pants tightened in desire below his robes, but he digressed. There were no doubt monitoring charms for precisely this sort of thing on her, cast without doubt by Dumbledore. (There weren't, but he didn't know that). He paused when he saw the headlines for the day's Daily Prophet edition lying slightly crumpled on the floor-"ALBUS DUMBLEDORE SAYS YOU-KNOW-WHO RETURNS! RESPONSIBLE FOR CEDRIC DIGGORY'S DEATH! MINISTER REFUTES ALLEGATIONS! REMOVES HIM AS CHIEF WARLOCK!"
He grinned. No wonder his Master was in such a good mood that morning. Then, he spied her wand lying innocently on her worn out bedside table and pocketed it before he apparated with her back to Riddle Manor.
Present Time: Slytherin Manor
Peter kneeled in front of his Lord. His Master was sitting in a pure mid-night black throne and absently twirling his wand between his fingers. There were smaller 'thrones' placed in a 'U-shape' around Voldemort's that were currently empty. The trusted Death Eaters who weren't at the Ministry having infiltrated its various levels of power, or the ones like Bellatrix Lestrange who were wanted fugitives and were mostly likely off torturing prisoners in the dungeons and/or releasing tension, sexual or otherwise. "I have brought the girl Master."
"Good", said Voldemort. "Where is her wand?"
Trembling all over in fear, Wormtail handed her wand over to his Master hilt first. Voldemort took it and reveled in the feeling of warmth the wand gave off as soon as it was in his hand. He flicked it at Anastasia. "Enervate", he intoned. The 'Last Potter' as the Daily Prophet now called her, stirred. She stiffened as she felt the hard wooden floor below her, instead of her (relatively) softer, mattress. Deciding that she had no choice she sat up, looking around her warily. She scowled when she saw Pettigrew, but all the tension went out of her shoulders when she saw Tom in his Voldemort disguise his blood-red eyes flashing at her in amusement. She thought she saw an emotion other than amusement when he looked at her, but it was gone before she could be sure.
She stood up casually. "Fancy seeing you today Tom", she said carelessly. "Whatever reason do you have for bringing me here this fine summer day?", she paused before continuing. "Miss me?", she asked smirking. "Not on your life", growled Voldemort but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly no matter how much he tried to stop them. Her smirk grew wider at his reaction and she sauntered up to him, kicking a surprised and confused Wormtail in his face and casually plucking not hers, but his wand right out of his hand. Peter gasped in shock. She began smiling in a way that many people would find creepy, but Tom found totally adorable. Gah! He did not just think that.
Knowing what she was thinking, he looked at her and shook his head slightly, but without much conviction.
She looked taken aback, before she hit him with the best puppy dog eyes she could muster. "You owe me for not telling me that I had a godfather". He cursed softly. "Fine", he growled. She smirked at him happily and kissed his cheek, ignoring his splutter of shock and indignation and trained his wand; the brother to hers, on Peter. She had never cast an Unforgivable before, but she knew the theory behind them. "Crucio", she said hissing the word almost lovingly. And Wormtail's screams of agony echoed around the room...
Two Months Earlier
The TriWizard Tournament: The Third Task
In the Maze...
Anastasia raced towards the TriWizard Cup in front of her on a pedestal, slowing down her speed purposefully allowing Cedric to leap forward and grab the cup by its handle. His yell of triumph abruptly faded away as the portkey charm cast on it activated, sending him in a blue whirlwind of magic straight to the dreary graveyard of Little Hangleton where Wormtail was waiting with Tom, ready to perform the resurrection ritual to return Tom to his body.
She grinned triumphantly. It had all been too easy. One of Tom's most loyal followers Bartemius Crouch Jr. had replaced the paranoid ex-Auror 'Mad-Eye' Moody via Polyjuice Potion and turned the TriWizard Cup into a portkey that would take the oblivious Hufflepuff straight to his Master. She of course had helped Cedric reach the third task by telling him all about the tasks and what they entailed, while making up an excuse about simply wanting Hogwarts to win. She snorted. Diggory had fallen for it; Hook, Line and Sinker and would soon be dead. And the the best part was that it had all been done under the old geezer's nose. "Stupid Puffs and their blind trust and loyalty."
She cackled and sent a shower of red sparks into the air with her holly and phoenix feather wand. 'Soon Dumbledore', she thought, allowing 'Moody' to escort her back to the start of the maze. 'Your time will come and you will regret letting Fudge have Sirius and Remus tossed through the Veil of Death. You will especially regret setting my parents up to die. Soon Dumbledore, Tom will be back, and you; you will be dead.'
She could tell Barty was trying to fight back a victorious grin at their success. She remembered his shock that day when he had found out that the Girl-Who-Lived was on their side and was helping his Master return to his body.
They emerged out of the maze and she barely managed to not roll her eyes as there were a chorus of groans when they saw who it was. "Start of term, I was a quack and now I'm their favourite to win. Bloody fucking sheep", she muttered to herself. Barty overheard though, and snorted in agreement.
They found their way blocked. "I must congratulate you on having made it this far Anastasia", said Dumbledore his eyes twinkling full force. "Alas, it appears that you weren't as successful as some of us here may have hoped."
She shrugged at him, trying to appear respectful. "Well sir, you win some and you lose some. I'm not too bothered." Something about her statement caused his eyes to lose some of their twinkle and she cheered mentally. "Very sporting of you", he said smiling. "Well, off to the Hospital with you. It appears that Mr Diggory is the winner. If I may ask, why did you give up?"
"Well sir, Cedric got to the cup before me so...", she trailed off. Dumbledore frowned. "He did?"
"Yes Headmaster. We were racing but he was faster than me and grabbed the cup first. I assumed the portkey built into it had brought him here. Where is he anyways?", she asked knowing fully well where he was.
Dumbledore didn't answer, but instead set off at a slight run back towards the Judges' Podium no doubt to relay the worrying news.
Note to readers: The pieces of Voldemort's soul can communicate with each other and with the actual 'mother' piece. So Tom has all the memories of the Diary conversations. That's why he's going to be so friendly to her. The actual him started to trust her only a year or so after the first Diary conversation but the trust in her only fully solidified when she successfully helped him get his body back.
When she arrived back at the Dursley's that summer, she had a surprise waiting for her in her room. "Tom!", she squeaked and staggered back with a hand on her chest as she tried to calm her racing heartbeat. "Don't do that! You nearly gave me a heart attack."
The newly resurrected Lord Voldemort was in his normal form, meaning without the snake-like face and pale skin achieved with complex glamours designed to install fear, and looked instead like a twenty three year old version of the Riddle that came out of the diary. rolled his eyes. "Relax Ana", he said using the nickname Diary-Tom had given her.
Anastasia sighed. "Why are you here?"
He looked distinctly uncomfortable. "I just...well I...uh..Ijustwantedtothankyou", he said rushing the words together. Anastasia stared at him blankly. "What?"
He sighed. "I said; I just wanted to thank you." She looked stunned before a smirk formed on her face. "Just how big a dent did that make to your ego Tom?", she snickered. He didn't answer and instead apparated out with a sharp Crack! even as Anastasia collapsed on her rickety-old bed laughing her head off.
Present Time: Slytherin Manor
Lord Voldemort watched bemusedly as the poster girl for the Light Wizards gleefully tortured his own servant in his presence with his wand, and he couldn't bring himself to stop her. Her lack of fear around him even before the exchange of oaths in the Chamber of Secrets and even when faced with Slytherin's basilisk was intoxicating. When she talked to him so casually, after Wormtail hadkidnapped her and brought her before him, the greatest Dark Wizard since Salazar Slytherin himself in a nightie of all things, he couldn't stop his lips from twitching at the ridiculousness of it all.
He sighed as Wormtail screamed again. He should never have allowed his diary-self to begin teaching her the Dark Arts. She was probably going to become more notorious than him, and he prided himself on his notoriety. No. He wouldn't be bested by a mere girl not even fifteen years old. He was Lord Voldemort was Merlin's sake!
But he found that he enjoyed sitting back for once, allowing someone else to do the dirty work. As she laughed and taunted him, he smiled. She had a wonderful laugh. Clear and tinkling like bells-he caught himself. He couldn't believe that he was acting like a teenage boy having discovered his first crush. He sighed loudly and tapped her on the shoulder. ~That's enough. You'll bring Bellatrix up here. She loves listening to people screaming~ Anastasia looked thoughtful. ~Do you think gifting her Wormtail to torture will be an appropriate peace offering?~ He looked at her weirdly. ~Well...yes. But I thought you wanted to be the one to kill him~
She shrugged. ~We can take turns I suppose~ He couldn't believe his ears. ~You want to take turns with Bellatrix Lestrange in torturing one of my servants?~
~Yep~ He snorted. "Right. Just checking. You're sure about this?", he asked taking back his wand from her.
"Yes!", she exclaimed. "Alright. Alright", he said and touching his wand to Wormtail's Dark Mark, he summoned Bellatrix.
She apparated in at once, her face alight with anticipation. She kneeled immediately. "You called my Lord?"
"Indeed Bella", crooned Voldemort wordlessly immobilizing Peter. "It appears that Anastasia here, and I have agreed on a truce. Peter's life incidentally, happens to be a part of that truce." Bella looked disbelievingly at Anastasia whom she hadn't noticed until then, standing behind her Lord fearlessly. "The rest, will be explained by her. It appears Lucius is back with some news from the Ministry." With that, he returned Anastasia's wand and swept from the room with his cloak billowing regally behind him. "Bellatrix stood up slowly, glaring at Anastasia. "You may have fooled my Lord, but you can't fool me. You will betray us to Dumbledore. I know it."
Anastasia raised an eyebrow. "Are you suggesting that I've fooled the most accomplished Legilimencer alive? The most powerful Dark Wizard since Slytherin? Do you presume to be better than your Master Bellatrix?"
Bellatrix paled even as Anastasia continued. "You're not. I haven't fooled him, and he hasn't fooled me. We made an unbreakable oath of loyalty, protection and equality. And I'm probably more loyal to him than most Death Eaters, seeing as I helped him return to his body."
"You lie!"
She shook her head. "Ask Barty. He was there. I assure you I'm not lying."
Bellatrix looked at her hesitantly then sighed. "Fine. I believe you. Now why was I summoned?"
The Girl-Who-Lived grinned evilly. "A little birdie told me that you love torturing people. I'm offering you Wormtail as a peace offering." Wormtail in response whimpered. Anastasia snarled at him. "Shut your mouth or you'll get another dozen Crucio's, this time with my wand. They'll be more powerful too. Shut up or scream till you are hoarse. Your call." Wormtail shut up immediately. "Thought so", she said contemptuously only to see Bellatrix looking at her weirdly. "You know how to cast an Unforgivable? Whatever happened to the Light's poster-girl?"
"She died the same night they left me with filthy Muggles", she growled. Bellatrix looked like she wanted to agree with the 'filthy muggles' part but her pride wouldn't let her. Anastasia sighed. "For heaven's sake Bellatrix! Either accept the offering, or give up your claim."
Bellatrix drew her wand. "I still don't trust you."
Anastasia shrugged. "I would be shocked if you trusted me immediately. Now, enough talk, and more torture"
"My sentiments exactly."
Peter Pettigrew's screams of agony echoed around the hall, complemented by the excited laughter of two of the most powerful witches alive.
AN: There is the next chapter! Hope you liked it. I apologize for the slow updates, but they can't be helped. I honestly, really wish they could. Please review and help me make the story better. Flames welcome provided they make valid points. On a separate note, my HP and Avengers Crossover one-shot has gotten reviews calling it a Mary-Sue. I know it was too. I just felt like writing one like that. One of my weirder acts of randomness. Mary-Sue or not, it has gotten more than 400 favourites and follows combined. That is way more than I expected. So thanks for the support guys.
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Written and Completed: Monday 17th March, 2014.
Word Count: 3000 Words.
Edited: Wednesday 19th March, 2014.