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?

GENRE 1: Drama

GENRE 2: Romance

MAIN PAIRING: Anastasia Persephone Potter (FemHarry) x Tom Riddle Jr./Lord Voldemort

RATING: Rated M for safety and for likely future lemons. Mentions of sex are contained within this fanfiction novella.

"Normal Speech"

Thoughts

~Parseltongue~

Last Time:

As she cleaned herself and her bed up while trying not to wake her room mates, Anastasia suddenly felt a chill travel down her spine. And miles away, while presiding over an important Death Eater meeting, Tom suddenly couldn't get the image of a naked Anastasia Potter on her knees in front of him staring up at him with big green eyes and sucking his cock, out of his mind.

Chapter 4: Hogwarts Year Five - Part 2

Monday, 4th September...

It had been two days since the students had returned to Hogwarts. September 1st this year had fallen on a Friday, and so there had been plenty of time for everyone to settle in. Anastasia however, was getting worried. The dreams had been getting worse over the last two days. What was worse that they seemed to alternate between Tom and another man whose face for some reason was hidden from sight, wreathed in shadows. She had no idea what was causing them. She had even taken some dreamless sleep potion; almost overdosed on it in fact, and yet the dreams (nightmares more like) didn't stop. It had only happened thrice so far, and yet she was already getting tired of waking up at ungodly hours in the mornings to change her sheets and knickers. Her liberal use of the silencing charm was starting to attract attention from Parvati and Lavender, and she had no doubt that rumors and speculations as to the reason, ran rampant throughout practically the entire Hogwarts female population, courtesy of Hogwarts' biggest gossipers. Like she gave a damn what they thought of her. Most of them would be dead soon anyways. And not all that painlessly either.

She sighed tiredly and massaged her temples as she sat down at the Gryffindor Table in the Great Hall for breakfast. Classes were starting that day, and she was not looking forward to them. She didn't even blink as one of the Weasley twins – Fred, or was it George? – handed her the fifth year time table for the week. Across the table from her, Ron groaned. "This has to be the worst Monday I've ever seen! Double Potions, double History, double Divination and double Defense. Snape, Binns, Trelawney and that Umbridge woman all in one day!

Anastasia glanced down at hers and saw that he was right. Although, unlike him she hadn't taken Divination, instead having opted for Ancient Runes. She thumped her head down on the table with a groan, swearing rather in a way that was not particularly lady-like under her breath. Tom would have never approved. He was rather old-fashioned that way. She found rather cute and amusing.

Potions with the Slytherins was a disaster like always. Snape was as horrible as ever to her, taking her existence as a personal insult, and enjoying pointing out each and every minuscule mistake of hers and deducting thirty house points each time for various reasons like 'breathing too loudly' and 'disturbing the peace by breathing too loudly' and 'not listening to a teacher when told to stop breathing too loudly and disturbing the peace' and 'being as arrogant as her father'. However this time, she had brewed one of the best Draughts of Peace in the class this time, surprising even herself. Her Potions skills were above average at best, and cauldron melting at worst.

Even Snape appeared to agree with her as he docked fifty house points from Gryffindor for cheating, and set her a detention for Wednesday evening.

History of Magic with the Hufflepuffs went as it always did. Binns droned on and on about 'Ministry of Magic Approved!' History of Magic syllabus on Goblin Wars and what-not, which would have you believe that rebellions by the goblins and wars against the giants were the only notable events that had occurred in all the years of the existence of magic. And that contrary to evidence available otherwise; wizards had won hand, pants and wands down in each and every one of them.

However, this time Binns was actually continuing (without pausing) the lecture he had been giving the third year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, oblivious to the fact that they had left the class over a good fifteen minutes ago. As a result, the fifth years, ended up revising the third year portion. Of course, that meant that they just went to sleep with the only exception (surprise, surprise!) being Hermione who diligently opened her third year notes (why did she have them with her anyways?) and started to edit them.

Anastasia took the seat in the corner furthest from Binns and the door in the last row keeping a good two rows gap between her and the rest of the class. Putting a Silencing Charm on and around herself she managed to catch up on some sleep. Unfortunately for her, she was still asleep when the fourth years trooped in, and ended up embarrassing herself big time. She fled back to Gryffindor Tower in chagrin thanking her lucky stars that she had a free period right now before Runes to catch up on her sleep (she was still rather drowsy), but knowing that the incident would be all over the school by tomorrow. And again, like she gave a damn. Although now, the rumors about her being a slut and fucking a different boy every night under a silencing charm, would be 'confirmed' as her drowsiness would be seen as a sign of her being tired after a good night's fuck.

Ancient Runes was taught by a regular old witch by the name of Bathshelda Babbling with an emphasis on old. She looked as though she were older than the Runes she taught them, with her pure white hair, wrinkled skin like a boiled potato, warts and the bent walking stick she used which, incredible as it seemed, looked older than her. She looked like she was the origin of the muggle stereotype of witches with wrinkled skin and warts. All she needed was a black cat, and a broomstick. When she smiled, she showed three missing teeth and everyone had to strain to understand her slightly mumbled lectures, so there was usually a scuffle at the beginning of each class for the front seats. She also had an unfortunate tendency to give large amounts of homework and everyone always came out of her class complaining about the three feet of parchment with an option for an extra two, they had to submit the day after tomorrow on the Penta-Quadrant Thesis or the Leighbing's Cipher etcetera, etcetera.

Despite this, she was a fantastic teacher who seemed to know every rune in existence by heart. She appeared to have no prejudice against any House in particular, but she was plenty prejudiced against people she had labelled as troublemakers. She was more or less neutral towards Anastasia, for while the girl in question was talented in Runes and sincere in her work, since runes was one of the subjects she actually enjoyed, Babbling believed the reporters of the Daily Prophet, with her having grown up in a time when newspapers reigned supreme over mass-media communications. While, Anastasia wasn't one of the people loudly exclaiming to the world that Voldemort was back, she was, according to the Ministry (and thereby their mouthpiece: The Prophet), by association (to Dumbledore), guilty as charged. About this, she gave a damn. She did not want to be associated with Dumbledore for any damn reason even if they gave her an Order of Merlin, First Class for it. No thank you.

Anastasia however also had other things on her mind. She'd received a a scroll from Dennis Creevey which was a summons of sorts from Dumbledore, although she had no idea why.

Dear Ms. Potter, the letter had read.

Please meet me in my office after school on Wednesday. Professor Snape has agreed to rescind his assigned detention.

P.S: I rather enjoy Cockroach Clusters.

Sincerely,

Headmaster Dumbledore.

Demanding faggot. At least now she didn't have to do a detention with Snape. He would no doubt be furious.

She smirked. Excellent.

Wednesday, 6th September...

School had started two days ago, and Albus Dumbledore was not a happy old man (again with an emphasis on old). Anastasia had become rather headstrong of late and that did not bode well for him, or the Light. He had noticed the changes in her behavior after that Chamber of Secrets fiasco in her second year (that year had been particularly dicey, what with Lucius Malfoy managing to actually force him out of the castle), but he had simply ignored it, knowing that people who tend to go through a near-death experience change a lot. And if her story about going toe to toe with a thousand year old Basilisk in the chamber was true, armed with only her wand, yet managing to blind it and then kill it, slight changes like a more rebellious attitude were definitely expected. However, he wasn't blind to the glares of resentment, and sometimes hatred directed towards him. He knew it had to do something with the Dursleys, no doubt about her atrocious living conditions there.

As much as he hated leaving an innocent child where he knew she would be beaten and abused had been one of the hardest things he had ever had to do in his life. It had been for her good though. That was what he had told himself repeatedly, everytime he had doubts. The wards protected her. They had foiled no less than seven different attempts by Death Eaters to kidnap her, either by port keys in the mail, trying to sneak in during the night, or even imperiusing the resident of Number Eight, Privet Drive. That had been a crying shame. Especially at the resident in question's funeral. Apparently, the wards also killed. Well there was an unfortunate side-effect of the wards he didn't know about. He supposed he should have been more thorough in researching that particular ward. Oh well. No point crying over spilt milk as the muggles would say.

He tried to distract himself by fiddling with Gryffindor's sword, but having already examined it meticulously about four times already, he soon found his thoughts drifting back to a certain green eyed girl, prophesied to defeat a certain Dark Lord.

He knew that he could have moved her out of there when she was eleven, but he had decided against it, thinking her still too young to properly protect herself. Even after the Chamber fiasco, the deaths of her godfather and (honorary) uncle, the driving off of a hundred plus dementors with a single Patronus charm, and then again after the TriWizard Tournament last year, he had desisted, knowing that the protection would fail the instant she called someplace else home. And as bad as the Dursleys were, they were still human beings. When the Death Eaters got to them, and they certainly would now, they would be tortured and killed, while Petunia would be raped, tortured and killed. Not a pretty way to go, even if the Dursleys weren't exactly pretty.

He sighed. Not that they didn't deserve it. He had set up charms that would notify him of the extent of injuries caused to her, and he had been horrified at first, but then like she did to the beatings, he supposed, he got used to the notifications about her mistreatment, even canceling the notification ward when she was six. Like a person who has experienced a severely traumatic experience, closes themselves off from the outside world, he had similarly closed himself off from the traumatic knowledge of the abuse of an innocent child.

Of course, he did not want them killing the Girl-Who-Lived, and had set up (and left up) wards that would manipulate their minds to ensure they did not beat her hard enough for her injuries to be life-threatening, subtly manipulated Vernon's mind away from thoughts on the lines of murdering, raping, abandoning or selling his niece, (which happened a lot). Sadly, magic that wasn't Dark, could only do so much. And he refused to taint his soul with that foul brand of magic again. Especially after Gellert.

He also knew that for her to be honorable enough to sacrifice herself when the time came, she would need to think the world of her friends. He regretted though, that he had had to manipulate her into befriending the Weasley boy of all people as her first friend (hadn't she gone through enough already?), but it was necessary. The Weasleys being a Light family would turn her away from the Dark and preventing her from blindly hating muggles for her abuse, not unlike Tom.

Dumbledore wearily pinched the bridge of his nose. So many manipulations. So many lies. So many things he'd likely regret as he moved on to the next great adventure. But he had no choice. It was for the greater good.

Merlin's balls, was he getting too old for this!

He was shaken out of his thoughts by the gargoyle announcing that Anastasia Potter was on her way up. He waited for the nine seconds he knew it would take the stairs to rotate up to his office, before calling out a "Come in!" before she could knock, and plastered a smile over his face that revealed none of his inner turmoil.

He watched her walk in, head high, her face perfectly smooth, and her eyes clear of all emotion. It reminded him eerily of Tom.

"You wanted to see me sir?"

Dumbledore watched her leave his office, his forehead creased in a worried frown. Anastasia had definitely changed, more so this year than before. He could also sense a veil of magic that hung around her, its aura decidedly dark. It was much too strong for mere exposure to Dark Magic from her stay at Grimmauld Place which could only mean that she had been practicing copious amounts of dark magic. He only hoped that her hatred for the man who murdered her parents would prevent her from going over to the Dark side. He had sensed it even in the Order Headquarters. It was one of the reasons he had reinstated the Dueling Tournament and allowed the use of light to moderate Dark Magic. If she cast Dark Magic, even if to block Dark Spells, his theory would be confirmed, which in turn meant that he would have to keep a closer eye on her. It wouldn't do to have the Girl-who-Lived become the Girl-Who-Turned. He made a mental note to get Mister Weasley and Miss Granger to keep and eye on her. It wouldn't take much to get Mister Weasley to agree; a galleon or two here and there, but Miss Granger would be a bit harder to turn, although he supposed he could use her enthusiasm for obscure magicks, and having more knowledge than the majority, to his benefit.

AN: I decided to split the chapter into parts because there still is a LOT of editing and proof reading to be done on the remaining parts and I know you guys are impatient. (At least, I hope you are). This is Part Two, and while I originally said it would be in three parts, it was before I realized that I had omitted the entire freaking Dueling Tournament completely. So rewrite in progress, and since I know you guys are impatient, I decided to cut Part Two into two or more parts, for quicker uploads.

On that note...

I have decided! The pairing will REMAIN as Tom and Anastasia. Bellatrix will be nothing more than Anastasia's close friend and partner in crime (the equivalent of Hermione to Harry in canon) - literally. No threesome whatsoever. The still mysterious 'third person' in the 'love triangle' will simply be an ex-boyfriend of Anastasia's and a close friend (the equivalent of Ron to Harry in canon, except for the ex-boyfriend part…ew). My poll to elect the mysterious third person has been closed. Stay tuned to find out who it is. All will be revealed in one of the next two or three chapters.

On that note...

Vote for who you want paired with Harry in my next fanfic on my new poll on my profile….yes, I do organize a lot of polls don't I? Maybe I should hold a poll to find out...

On that note...

There may be NO updates until after March or April 2015, as I have a series of scholarship exams, entrance exams, and boards one after the other until after mid-March or mid-April 2015 (dates are tentative). Extremely sorry my dear readers, but studies cum first…see what I did there? XD

And on that note...

Please review. Your opinion counts! Constructive criticism is very much appreciated. It helps me improve my story. Flames are more than welcome provided they make valid points. If they do, but your grammar and/or spelling sucks, or if they don't make valid points, they shall be treated with a cold disdain, and summarily ignored. In my opinion, a person incapable of logical criticisms, proper grammar and/or spellings, should not tell other people, especially authors what to do.

That's all for now folks! :)

Signing out for now;

~Apex113

Written and Completed: 31st August, 2014 at 1137 hours.

Word Count: 3060 Words.