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 likely future lemons.
"Normal Speech"
'Thoughts'
~Parseltongue~
IMPORTANT NOTE: Last chapter I noticed I accidentally described Anastasia as a redhead with hazel eyes after a couple of reviews brought it to my attention. I apologize for that and have since corrected it. I messed her description here, with one for another story that I'm currently writing. For your convenience, and so that you do not have to 'turn back the pages' so to speak, her description is: Midnight black hair with Avada Kedavra green coloured eyes.
Last Time:
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 laughter of two of the most powerful witches alive.
Chapter 2: Part 2: The Torture of Peter Pettigrew
Present Time: Slytherin Manor
With a feral grin, Anastasia pointed her wand at Peter and shouted one of the first Dark spells Tom had taught her. "Sectumsempra!"
Pettigrew screamed as a deep gash opened up in his shoulder, going all the way down to his waist.
Bellatrix looked surprised, but she tried to hide it. "Rumpus!", she said. There was snapping sound that made both witches smirk as Pettigrew's femur was broken into two.
"Fraendo!"
"Lacero!"
"Excido!"
The curses flew at him steadily, most of them Dark. Pauses were rare, although they were accompanied by excited laughter and heavy breathing.
"Exoculo!" Anastasia practically snarled out the conjunctivitis curse, probably blinding him permanently. Like she gave a damn. He'd be dead by the end of this day anyways.
Pettigrew screamed in pain as he brought trembling hands to his eyes and writhing around on the floor in agony. He was missing a good chunk of his nose, there were gashes all over his body, his legs and right wrist were broken. He was missing his thumb on his right hand, his left ear, and a rib was poking out of chest. Blood leaked out of the corner of his mouth.
He sobbed pathetically. "No more", he cried. "Please." But the only answer he got was chilling laughter and a mild blood-boiling curse. He screamed in pain, begging them to stop.
Anastasia glared at him. "This is for betraying my parents", she growled hatefully.
"But why me?" he whimpered. "The Dark Lord murdered them. Yet you follow him."
"He's the lesser of two evils! My parents were set up by Dumbledore! Dumbledore used a compulsion charm on Sirius to get them to switch Secret Keepers to you! And Dumbledorewas the one who ordered you to tell Voldemort their location! He promised you shelter didn't he, Wormtail once you had carried out Stage One of his grand plan to get rid of the Dark Wizard he created? When he didn't, instead of confessing, you got Sirius chucked into Azkaban and twelve years later, got him and Moony chucked through the Veil, and you have the nerve to ask me why?", she roared.
Pettigrew whimpered, even as she and Bellatrix yelled at the same time. "Crucio!"
Pettigrew simply gave a gurgle, and coughed up blood as the pain of the combined spells caused his heart to stop. Anastasia watched him dispassionately, while Bellatrix panted heavily in excitement.
She kneeled beside the dying traitor.
"And Peter, remember this. I am NOT a death eater." With that she flicked her wand and gave him a mild electric shock restarting his heart.
Peter whimpered and his hand clutched at his heart. His breath came in ragged, short and sharp bursts. "Thank you", he choked out.
Anastasia stood up and grinned coldly. "Oh don't thank me yet. I think it fitting that I kill you rather than allow your heart to give out", she said. She leveled her wand at him again, and was pleased to see the horror in his eyes, as its tip began glowing a familiar, sickening green. Had she looked into a mirror, she would have seen that her eyes were a vivid, deep violet.
"Avada Kedavra", she said, watching in satisfaction as the light left his eyes, and his hand slumped as the Unforgivable tore his soul from his body.
She looked up at Bellatrix, both of them panting heavily. Both of them were grinning manically. Bellatrix threw an arm around her. "What you just did removed any doubts that you would turn traitor", she said, seeming almost happy. "Wanna sample the Muggles in the dungeons?"
"Can't", said Anastasia tersely. "I have to meet your Master. He's coming now. Later, I promise", she said. When Bellatrix looked disappointed, she sighed although her lips twitched at the sight of the most feared witch alive pouting at her. "I promise."
That made her grin happily and she apparated away again, no doubt back to the dungeons, to 'entertain' herself. Anastasia envied her.
She was shaken out of her thoughts however, when Tom walked into the room, only to stop in amazement when he caught sight of Pettigrew's dead body. He looked at her. "Did you do this by yourself?"
"Nope. Bella helped. You were right when you said she'd appreciate it. I'm pretty sure we're best buds right now."
Tom snorted.
"Anyways, what did you want?", she asked curiously.
Dumbledore has had access to the Prophecy blocked. Only he, his thrice-damned Order, and the Minister can even approach it without an Auror Guard, and Lucius cannot bribe the Minister to release it to the public without arousing his suspicions. Not to mention only you and I can even touch the damned thing.
She pursed her lips, knowing all about the so-called Prophecy, although she knew only as much as Tom did. Dumbledore hadn't yet told her anything, although it wouldn't hurt to try and get it out of him.
"I can try and get him to tell it to me", she offered. He looked relieved. "You do that and I'll see if I can still get to it without risking your cover."
Anastasia grinned ferally. "Got it."
He tossed her a quill. "One time use portkey. It will take you back to your relatives' house. She nodded. "Anything else?"
He shook his head. "No that's all."
He saw her look almost…disappointed?, but she was gone before he could be sure.
AN: There is the next chapter! Hope you liked it. I know this is a filler, but it is sort of necessary to the story. I'm still not happy with how this turned out, but after two days of staring stupidly at it and tweaking, this is the best it's going to get.
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~Apex113
Written and Completed: 23rd March, 2014
Word Count: 1500 Words