A/N: Hey folks :-) Two new chapters for you. I've reluctantly posted these chapters as I'm experiencing a real loss of confidence in this story and my writing skills at the moment :-( Not sure why...perhaps everyone goes through feeling this way? I just really want to write a good story for people to enjoy. Nevertheless, I am persevering and carrying on writing through the doubts. Something or someone out in the universe is persistently pestering me to complete this story :-)
Events that take place in this chapter are in Rose's subconscious. But...are these interactions just an invention of Rose's mind, or is there some truth to the feelings that are expressed and hinted at? Are they a sign of things to come? Thanks again to all who of you who are following and reading this story :-) SA
'Something inside of you has opened up a door
This thing inside, I cannot take it anymore
Changing, falling, fading, calling...
I've already said too much
Stained forever by your touch
Hating you for hurting me
God, this life is far from free
Faking visions in my sleep
The only thing that I can keep
Wanting you to fade away
Take away these shades of grey.'
"Shades of Grey" - Solid State Logic
They were woken from their sleep by the sensation of the house shaking violently. 'Sirius!' she screamed in fright. 'What the hell?' Sirius yelled. The bed was shaking and ornaments and toiletries that were on the dresser vibrated and then hit the floor. 'Wake up now, you slut! I command you to wake up and answer me!' It was the voice again. He demanded her to wake up and he called her a slut! Why? And she was already awake! 'Leave me alone!' she yelled.' She felt Sirius grab at her arm. 'Rose! Who are you talking to?' He hadn't heard the voice of her tormentor, who was now shouting something else to her that she refused to listen to. 'C'mon Rose, grab your clothes...we need to get out of here now!' She saw that Sirius was yanking on his trousers and she moved from the bed, picking up her dress from the floor and throwing it on. She grabbed her jacket from the chair and headed for the door. She turned as she heard another loud rumble and a huge crash behind her.
The ceiling had collapsed and the room was filled with debris and plaster dust. It caught in her lungs and she began to cough. She could not see Sirius...where was he? 'Sirius!' She screamed his name out in panic. The dust eventually cleared and all she could see was rubble and a fallen roof beam. 'Sirius!' Rose yelled again. Please let him be okay! A moan of pain came from among the chaos of the ceiling debris. 'Rose...' a voice croaked. Rose saw an arm and the movement of his head. The house had thankfully stopped shaking now. 'Evanesco!' She targeted fallen plaster and other debris and it vanished.
'Lie still,' she called to him, 'I'll get you out of there!' Rose saw that the heavy beam had fallen on him and he was pinned beneath it. 'Evanesco!' She yelled again. The beam disappeared and Sirius began to move himself. 'Ahhh!' He cried out, and Rose was at his side in seconds. 'Just stay still...where does it hurt?' Sirius let out another groan of pain. 'My...my ribs...and my right...shoulder...I think it's dislocated.' He inhaled another breath, and she could see that his brow was furrowed from the pain. 'It's okay, I'll get us out of here. She grasped his hand to apparate them.
Before she could so, something dropped through the hole in the ceiling. Both of them froze as it landed on Sirius' abdomen. 'Don't move,' she said slowly. The rattlesnake's tail flickered and it stared at her. Sirius kept still, despite the pain he was in. 'Infringo,' she whispered, raising her hand and aiming the spell at the rattlesnake. It stiffened and then cracks began to travel up its body. She turned away as its body exploded into pieces, its rattle flying to the other side of the room. Looking back to Sirius, she breathed a sigh of relief. 'Bloody hell, let's get out of here!'
They began to drop through the hole in the ceiling and onto Sirius. Hundreds of them, of all shapes and sizes began to cover him and to their fangs pierced his flesh. She aimed her spells at them, but there were too many and they seemed impervious to her magic. They did not come near her; their intent was concentrated upon Sirius. His body began to stiffen and he began to go into spasm as the venom began to take effect and shut down his nervous system. His skin became mottled and swollen; saliva foamed from his mouth and formed upon his lips. She stared into his beautiful blue eyes, helplessly. 'Go!' Was the last word he managed to force out from his swollen mouth as his body began to convulse.
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She shivered with both shock and cold as she made her way onto the beach. She looked around one last time and saw that the cottage was utterly destroyed. It had begun to shake and collapse again as she made her way down the stairs and out of the door. She sank to the sands and let out a sob. He was dead...Sirius was dead! It was the voice...they had done this...she knew it! The tears fell and she wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her jacket. She knew now that she could finally leave this place, her magic had returned to her. She thought of her family. They were the only solace she had left now. She began creating the image of her parents house inside her mind and prepared to apparate there. She could worry about them not remembering her when she got there. She closed her eyes and waited for the pull in the core of her body. Nothing happened, and she remained where she was. She tried again, all her concentration fixed on her family home. Again, nothing.
Rose screamed in anger and unease crept over her. Why couldn't she apparate? Her attention was then caught by the sounds coming from what was left of the house. She could hear the hissing growing louder. Through the rubble, she could see the slithering shapes appear. She screamed, and got to her feet. 'Evanesco!' She aimed her spell as the first snake came towards her, moving over the wood. It was a Black Mamba, and her spell had no effect on it. She began backing away, still firing any spells she could think of to destroy it. She soon realised it was futile, when the others began to appear; she was outnumbered and her magic was not going to help her. Adrenalin kicked in and she began to run. She could hear the hissing of her serpent pursuers behind her.
She had no idea where she was heading to, she knew she just had to run. Her panic caused her to stumble and fall to her knees. As she picked herself up from the sands, she dared to glance around. An army of snakes were now moving silently but quickly in her direction.
Suddenly, a huge gust of wind hit her. It came from nowhere and she was certain she heard a laugh contained within it. She fell again, causing her to lose her advantage on the snakes. She picked herself up from the sand and set off again. She picked up her pace to try to increase the distance between herself and the snakes.
She had not gone far when she fell to the sands for a third time. This time it was caused by something grabbing at her ankle from beneath the sand. She tried desperately to yank herself free. She turned her body around and screamed as she saw the skeleton hand gripping her ankle. She aimed a spell at the hand, but it did not work.
She tried to prise the hand from her ankle, but the its grip was too strong. She screamed as she felt bony fingers grip her upper arm. She was pulled back, her head making contact with the sand. Before she could try to free herself, more hands grabbed at her; her wrists and her other ankle were now gripped and she was held fast on the beach.
Her body shivered with cold fear as the snakes came closer and then began to slither over her. She couldn't scream. I'm going to die. They were everywhere. The touch of them against her skin was terrifying. Her breath became shallow as the panic rose inside her. She could feel them coiling around her limbs and inside her hair, hear their hissing close to her ear.
She heard a voice whispering into her ear, but she could not understand it. It hissed softly and gently, like a snake would and she screamed out. 'Who are you?' The voice responded by laughing teasingly and continued to hiss. Despite her utter terror, she felt that his voice was familiar somehow.
Finally it spoke in words she could understand. 'You cannot escape me, girl.' The voice was gentle and seductive, yet it was also cold and hard, making her feel sick with fear. 'Let me go!' she yelled. The snakes still continued to roam over her body and the hands still gripped her. 'Never! You shall always be mine…you will never be free of me.'
The snakes began to move in unison. They started to mould themselves together into one huge mass above her. She watched in horror as they began to morph into the shape of a human body. The sight of the hundreds of serpentine bodies melding together was sickening. Rose closed her eyes…she could not watch this, despite her curiosity. She could hear the continuing hissing of the snakes and wished she could close her ears to it.
'Look at me,' the voice commanded of her after some moments. Rose was terrified to open her eyes. 'No! Just let me go and leave me alone!' The voice became angry at her refusal to do its bidding. 'Look at me girl…now! Have you forgotten your wedding vows already? You vowed to me to be an obedient wife…do as I say and open your eyes!' Rose knew she would never escape this hell if she did not obey him.
She forced her eyes to open and look upon the creature above her. She inhaled a breath at the sight of her tormentor. She knew him now. He was the man that the boy Tom Riddle had become. He was the man who had pursued her for five years. The man who had killed Harry Potter, his parents and countless others. He was her husband…Lord Voldemort.
'You are going to die my wanton whore...you betrayed me with that blood traitor, Sirius Black. But first I shall have one last taste of your delicious body before I kill you.' She tried to pull against the bony hands that restrained her, but they just tightened their grip. 'You!' She spat out. 'It was you! You killed Sirius!' He let out his cold laugh. 'Yes. He should have known better than to take that which is mine. I merely exacted punishment upon him for touching what is not his.' Before she could rage at him, his mouth closed upon hers and she felt his tongue slip inside. She tried to close her mouth and force him out, but it was futile. She could not fight it anymore and she responded willingly to his kiss.
She let out a breath of disappointment as he eventually withdrew his mouth from hers. She strained her head upwards to try to make contact with his mouth again, but he tormented her and pulled his mouth further away and out of her reach. He laughed at her. 'You are mine again now. Look at how quickly I could distract you from your anger over the blood-traitor!' Rose felt the memory of Sirius drift into her mind.
She tried to grab at it with her conscious mind and hold it there, but it floated away and her concentration was pulled back to the man above her. He smiled. 'See? He pales into nothingness besides me. He is not strong enough to hold your attention. I am penetrating you, beneath the skin, the muscle and the bone...right into the core of you. You will never forget me and I will never fade from your thoughts. Even with your last breath, your last thought shall be of me.'
Their eyes locked together and Rose could not look away; she felt like she was transfixed by the pale monster with his hypnotic, serpent eyes. Her breaths were rapid and shallow. His hand touched her face and she responded by trying to nuzzle her cheek further into his palm, He smiled at her action. 'You can never resist me, my lustful slut. You will never be able to stop yourself from wanting me…admit it!'
She hated this man, but she wanted him. Why did she want him? She must be insane, or ill.. 'Say it', he challenged again. 'Say that you want me.' Rose wanted to refuse his request but she couldn't. 'I…want you.' The lips curved into a smile and the eyes sparkled exultantly.
'I'm pleased to hear you finally admit the truth, girl. Now will you stop resisting me?' They stared at one another, the atmosphere crackling between them. Despite her fear and her disadvantage, she spoke the truth again.
'No…we will both always fight and try to resist the other. But there is something that seems to draw us back to one another. I have no idea what it is. We both hate one another and despise what we each believe in. You'll never admit it, but you like that I resist you and challenge you. You're secretly tired of the sycophancy and submissiveness that surrounds you. You want someone in your life who won't be scared of giving you their opinion! It is a welcome change and it makes you want me more, causing that fire you have for me to burn even more inside of you. You will never stop wanting me. You will never be able to get me out of your mind...I've infected you!'
She laughed, her own eyes now sparkling with excitement. 'We are both a drug for the other,' she continued to push at him. 'Neither of us can go without a fix for long!' His face clouded with denial and anger. 'There's always a cure for an addictive drug...you can wean yourself off it if you are strong enough...even remove it from your life altogether!' She merely laughed at him again. 'Yes, that's all true. But you have to live with the withdrawal symptoms, and even when the drug is out of your system, you will always be susceptible to relapse. But most importantly, you have to want to give it up!'
He studied her, his expression showing his frustration. 'Tell the truth…I dare you!' She searched his face and saw the warring emotions that he could not quite hide. 'Damn you, girl,' he eventually spat out, 'I want you!' She smiled at him. 'Now we are even!'
His eyes burned with his lust for her. 'Enough with the talking,' he growled, and their mouths came together again. Rose did not fight, she let her resistance go and her own tongue invaded his mouth this time. He eventually drew his mouth away from hers, and she let out a slight wince of pain as his long fingers delved into her hair and grabbed it in his hands, yanking at it and pulling her head back to arch her neck. He looked at her and could see her discomfort. He gave her an amused smile, and then lowered his mouth towards her throat. She let out a shiver as his moist tongue touched the skin at the base of her throat.
She closed her eyes as she felt the sensation of his tongue travelling slowly up her neck, until it reached her jaw. It moved up her chin and onto her lips, his tongue lightly touching them. She let out a breath as he trailed it gently across her cheek to her left ear. He began to trace the outer flesh of her ear with his tongue. She let out a sigh of pleasure as his breath and tongue penetrated the inside of her ear. 'Ah!' She cried out in delight and felt the flicker of arousal in her genitals.
She felt his hand touch her dress and it suddenly vanished. She realised that her ankles had now been freed from their restraints. She let out a gasp when his hand pushed her legs apart and his fingers trailed up her inner thigh. She began to let herself go and lose herself in the delights of his touch. The skeletal hands holding her wrists vanished; he had freed her from her bonds. She placed a hand upon his chest and let it travel downwards, feeling the contraction of his muscles and hearing the groan he emitted. His robe had now gone and she placed both hands on his hips, and moved them onto his back, roaming them all over his muscles.
His fingers explored inside of her and she cried out in ecstasy. Their mouths met with a hot and hungry kiss. She pulled him against her and he removed his hand to slip himself inside of her. He drew himself up, his hands at either side of his head, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. She arched her back and stretched out her arms above her head, feeling so wild and reckless. He thrust himself into her hard and fast; their cries becoming louder. 'Touch me!' he cried out and she did, moving her hands over his chest and stomach. He began move faster at her touch. Her hands moved to his back again and she dug her nails into his flesh as they rocked together...sweet jesus! They were almost there…
Their cries pierced the silence of the night air at the climax. and he fell onto her breathless and greedy. His mouth found hers again and he slipped in his tongue. She stroked his head and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. She realised that soft blankets and pillows had appeared beneath them. His mouth moved from her lips and his breath brushed against her cheek. 'Turn on your side and let me see your back.' She obliged and turned away from him. She shivered as she felt his fingers trace themselves gently over her back, They roamed every inch of it and she heard the depth of his breaths. 'So elegant,' he said, quietly. She felt his fingers move her hair so her neck became visible.
He nuzzled his face against the nape of her neck and kissed it, before whispering into her ear. 'How sweet you taste.' Then came the sound and sensation of his inhaling a breath against her skin through his slitted nostrils. The shudder he emitted caused his body to tremble slightly, and she felt her innards contract in delight. 'How your scent intoxicates me.' His voice had become almost soft. 'What comes to your mind when you catch my scent?'
The question jumped from her mind and out of her mouth before she could stop it. She expected him to wrench himself away and snarl at her for daring to question him on his thoughts. But instead, his body remained close to her own and his flat nose remained pressed against her neck. He exhaled another deep breath against her skin. She wanted to turn her around and see the expression on his face, but she remained still and continued to look out at the ocean. She knew that this rare and unprecedented mood of his would vanish like a startled animal if she moved or spoke now.
She could sense that he was trying to hold back his thoughts, but they eventually spilled themselves from his lips. 'Sparks from a fire...apricots...' His voice reverberated against her skin. He inhaled against her skin for a third time before continuing. 'The aroma of sandalwood...a magpie...' Did he know that her patronus was a magpie? Her heart thudded at the apparent coincidence. But perhaps Snape had told him that when he'd requested information about her...
His voice broke into her thoughts again. 'Wide open spaces and crashing waves...that is what comes to mind when I catch your scent.' He finished answering her question and his fingers stroked her shoulder. She could not believe he had shared this with her. What was going on? Earlier he had told her he was going to kill her, now he was almost...gentle. That word did not marry with Voldemort.
She was startled from her thoughts as he spoke again 'Turn back to me.' Rose moved onto her back and his eyes were upon her. 'You are unusually silent...what goes through that mind of yours?' His hand trailed down her chest and further, until it rested on her abdomen. Her breathing deepened at his touch. 'Why a magpie?' She said. 'Why do you think of a magpie?' She shifted slightly to look at his face, hoping that this action would not disturb him from the mood that had come upon him.
She saw emotions in his eyes, but they were hard to read, and she was unsure she truly wanted to know what they were. He let out his dark laugh. 'I do not know.' He looked thoughtful for a time, and then spoke again. 'In consideration, however, you have some of their characteristics...challenging, striking, hardy and clever. Like them, you care little for others opinions of you...you will be who you are. You have your ways of distraction so you can steal...' He paused...'things away from your prey.' He became silent and looked intently at her. 'And your ability to talk and make your presence known means that you cannot be ignored!' She could not help but smile. 'Well, I'll take that as a compliment, I think.'
The silence fell between them again and she shuddered at the heat from his hand and the stroking motion on her abdomen. She placed her hand upon his, and it became still. She heard the slight intake of breath from him. 'How you...please me,' he said, the unexpected words coming from his lips. She could hear the reluctance in his voice to say those words, but she could hear the real meaning behind them.
It terrified her...but it excited her at the same time. She felt her inner core flame at the truth that lay beneath those simple words. 'I have a question for you.' He startled her from her thoughts, and had raised himself up slightly, resting his weight on his elbow so he could look down directly on her face. 'Is there another who can satisfy you as I can?' He studied her expression and his gaze was searching.
Rose considered his question, and she knew that he meant more than just physical satisfaction. He wanted to satisfy her in all the ways a person could be. Sirius came back into her mind. She swallowed the lump of sadness that caught in her throat. He had given her friendship, passion, tenderness and love; those things that Voldemort could not give her. But Voldemort...he had stirred a part of her that she did not know existed. It was the dark part of her and she knew instinctively that his darkness had found it and had penetrated its hiding place.
He had coaxed it from where it lay dormant and had revived it. Now her darkness was growing stronger and responded to his presence and his touch. Her simple, black and white view of life was crumbling away; now she could see the complex shades of grey that lay beneath the surface. She could ignore her conscience and the truth of Voldemort; pushing them away to indulge her enjoyment at being with him.
She felt the light side of her prick at her heart with the daggers of guilt and shame. Why wasn't she grieving for Sirius any longer? He had died an agonizing death and his body lay beneath the rubble of the cottage, yet here she lay here on the beach with Voldemort. What was happening to the person she once was? She tried again to hold Sirius in her mind, but Voldemort's presence drove his image away. The truth was not to be ignored. Sirius could not have satisfied her darkness, just as Voldemort could never satisfy her light. But she could not tell Voldemort this; he wanted to be the only one who satisfied her.
'No,' she answered him. It was almost true, because Sirius was no longer alive. 'There is no other man who can satisfy me as you can.' His eyes penetrated her for a moment and then she saw the exultance in them, and the smile flicker onto his face. His thumb brushed against her lips. 'You are mine now, aren't you?' Again another question from him, and the almost gentle tone of voice remained.
He was craving confirmation from her. What had brought about this mood? She wanted to say "no", because her nature disliked those words of ownership and possession. And part of her would always be reserved for Sirius; he would never be forgotten. But she did not want to break the spell of this unknown side of Voldemort that had made an appearance; how she responded now would decide her immediate fate.
She exhaled a breath and her hand stroked his cheek. He let out a shudder. 'I am yours.' She spoke the words that he wanted to hear. His mouth met hers and they tasted one another again. She moved her hand to his head and stroked the smooth skin. He placed his hand over her own, pulling it away from his head. Breaking his mouth away from hers, he grasped her fingers and raised her hand to his lips, just like his younger self had done in her dream.
His mouth pressed against her knuckles and she could not suppress the shiver of pleasure. His eyes met her own again. 'I am now your master and your servant,' he said. Rose felt her heart almost jump from her chest at those words. It felt like an age as they stared at one another. The atmosphere was filled with such intensity; Rose wondered which of them would break eye contact first.
Serpentine eyes moved their gaze from amber ones. Another blanket covered them and he lay back down against her side. 'Let us rest a while. I am done with talking.' She turned over onto her side again. 'Okay,' she replied, feeling, unusually for her, stuck for anything else to say. His arm closed around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She felt his breath against her hair. Very soon it began to fall into a rhythm and deepened. She lay still, staring at the sky and the ocean.
She wanted to move, go and stretch her aching limbs and think. She was not tired; her normally busy mind was now in overdrive. After some time, she slowly tried to move herself away, fully expecting him to rouse quickly from sleep. But apart from a slight groan and a shift in his position, he did not awaken. She raised herself from the blanket, and stood on aching legs, stretching out her arms and looking out to sea. She magicked herself up a dress and cardigan. The night air was still and mild, with only a light breeze and a calm sea. She took in a lungful of air and exhaled.
After some time of meditating on her erratic thoughts and allowing the warring emotions to do battle inside of her, Rose turned back around to look upon the man who was the cause of it all. She had never seen him in such an unguarded state and it felt strange and unnatural. It made him seem almost...normal and...vulnerable, despite his ghostly pallor and horror-mask features. She knew he was anything but normal or vulnerable...she knew exactly what he was capable of. But despite knowing this and thinking his appearance grotesque, she was attracted to him.
Why? What was wrong with her? She did not think these questions would ever be answered. Her mind shifted to the opportunity that was now in front of her. He was at her mercy now; she could cast spells upon him...not kill him of course, for he was immortal and one of his horcruxes still existed. But the possibilities were endless. She should take the chance now, before he awoke; there was no sign of Nagini to protect him. But why did she feel so reluctant to curse him?
'Yes child, you should.' Rose knew that voice; the warmth of the tone hid the power that lay beneath. She turned around to face her. Morgan stood before her; one hand holding the hand of a young boy, in the other was a bag. Morgan's expression was triumphant, while the boy looked pensive. 'We meet again, Rose.' She held up the bag. 'I have here the means to destroy Riddle. And shortly you will kill him,' she said.
Rose heard her words, but her attention was fixed upon the boy. She felt that she knew him somehow. He was young, only around five years old, yet he had a mature air about him. The moonlight was bright and she was able to study his face intently. It was his eyes that caught her attention the most; they were beautiful. They reminded her of...of...Tom Riddle's eyes. Her breathing became shallow, Their eyes locked and she heard his voice inside her head. Hello Mum. It is me...your son. Her legs felt as if they would give way beneath her.
She wanted to run up to him, snatch him away from Morgan and scoop him up in her arms. She felt an encompassing flood of love for him wash over her, and could see the identical emotion contained within his eyes. 'Rose!' Morgan called her away from the joy of her son before her. 'Yes, he is yours and Riddle's son.' Morgan let go of his hand and stroked his cheek. 'Such a beautiful child, is he not? He has inherited his looks from both of you, especially his father. Now, you will not be obstinate about my plans for Riddle. I have ensured your obedience anyway...you are now under the Imperius curse.'
Her son then spoke, and her heart almost burst on hearing his voice. 'Mum, do not do what she asks of you. I know you will think it the right thing to do, but there is another way; for the fates have shown it to me. We are both key to bringing this about. It will be a difficult choice for you to make, but it will be the right one. I cannot tell you more, but you have to trust me, as your son.'
Morgan smiled. 'He has his father's eloquence as well, does he not?' Rose narrowed her eyes, watching as Morgan began to open the bag she held. She dumped its contents onto the sand; the petrifIed body of Nagini lay there. 'His last horcrux,' Morgan said triumphantly. Rose met her stare. 'What do I kill him with?' She demanded. 'Hold out your hand,' Morgan commanded her, her tone equally sharp. Rose reluctantly did as she was told, her right hand rested out in mid-air. She took in a breath as the basilisk fang appeared in her hand. 'Now, go and stand by his body and then we will begin.' Rose tried to fight against the Imperius curse, but her body did as it had been ordered and made its way to stand over Voldemort's body.
'I have bound him, so you are quite safe.' She looked back towards Morgan and her son. Her heart ached at the sad look upon his face. He should not be made to witness this...this slaughter of his father by his own mother. Evil and twisted he certainly was, but Voldemort was her boy's father. She glared at Morgan. 'Now what do I do?' Morgan reached her hand behind her and produced a large silver sword. 'Is it...that's not...' Rose was transfixed and could not speak. Morgan let out a laugh. 'Yes, this is Excalibur. Now, on my count you will strike him with the fang as I strike him with the sword. If you do not do this, then I will kill the boy, and in turn so will you die. He grows within you already.'
Rose's gaze shifted downwards and instinctively placed her left hand on her stomach. She wanted to cry, but now was not the time. 'You lying whore! I placed my trust in you!' Voldemort's furious voice cut through her thoughts. He had awoken and she looked at him, fighting unsuccessfully against the bind on his body. His eyes were filled with rage and betrayal, and the look he gave her sliced through her heart.
'You betrayed me with Black and I let that betrayal pass! Now you repay my forgiveness by conniving with that She-devil to destroy me!' Rose wanted the look he gave her to go away, she couldn't bear it. 'No...I haven't...I didn't! She says she will..' He snarled at her again, refusing to listen, 'Be quiet and kill me! I deserve death for forsaking myself and thinking you were different!'
It felt as if she had a stone in the pit of her stomach, as she looked over to Morgan and her son. 'Are you ready. child?' Morgan asked, and Rose nodded, a feeling of numbness washing over her. She clasped both hands around the basilisk fang and readied herself. She had no choice, Morgan had placed the Imperius curse upon her. She looked to her son again; but this time he smiled at her. His voice reached out to her inside her head and spoke to her again. She listened to what he said. No! she cried inwardly. It is the only way, his small voice replied. Don't be scared. Mum...you can do it now and we shall be okay. You'll see.
'One...' Morgan's voice came to her again. Rose raised the fang in readiness. 'Two...three!' The basilisk fang pierced the flesh and Voldemort's eyes widened in shock and pain. 'No!' he cried out. He now looked frail and the return of his mortality was evident. The blood spilled from her abdomen and down onto her hands that still held onto the fang. The pain was so intense, that she could not even feel it. She looked to her son as he began to fade from existence. Thank you Mum, the fading voice said, It will be okay, don't worry. He was gone, and she heard Morgan's scream of rage, but did not look at her.
Her gaze returned to Voldemort. She could taste the blood in her mouth. 'I'm sorry,' she forced out from her bloodied lips. His expression had changed; the look that he had given her before had now gone, to be replaced with one of sorrow. 'It is alright girl,' he said. Rose dropped to the ground; she could feel herself drifting away. She wanted to go now, then she could be with her son. She faintly heard a scream from Voldemort, and the sound of a sword being plunged into flesh.
She was weakening and her vision was beginning to blur. Morgan's wrathful face appeared in her fading sight. 'Your pathetic sacrifice was for nothing...I have killed Riddle! You killed yourself and your child for him...why?' Rose smiled at her, lips smeared in blood. 'My...s-son…he...asked...it of...me.' Rose groaned in agony, but found it within her to laugh. Morgan gazed at her in disgust, but Rose smiled before she said her last words. 'Obstinati….ad finem...' The beats of her heart began to slow. She closed her eyes and let go as she drifted into darkness.