Chapter 21: 1997
ATTENTION, this chapter is completely classified as M and contains explicit sexual scenes, so if you are uncomfortable with these topics, do not read it.
For Ginny, it was the happiest and saddest day, or rather night, of her life.
Percy took her down the aisle and did the handover ceremony to Tom, of course, being a blood ritual, blood was needed for the ceremony.
It was quite similar to the ritual whose father had done, at least, the Stone of Scone had been brought specially for the ceremony, as she had requested. Professor Snape had placed it on the altar (a stone structure with a hole in the middle that fit perfectly with the stone) and now it was indistinguishable, almost like a simple stone bed. But she knew well that that stone of destiny was one of the oldest and most powerful runes. On the rune of destiny, they placed the runes of the Weasley family in a circle.
It was a knowledge acquired from the books of the women of the family, grandmother Galatea, 500 years ago had discovered the relationship of Lucretia Castitate with the inheritance of divination. Only pure-blood witches received the gift of divination, which was a truth recognized by the wizarding world, but that was a fallacy since it was exclusively witches whose mothers had had the ritual of Lucretia Castitate and had a paternal inheritance from divination who inherited the gift.
Furthermore, only a witch with divination skills who had the Lucretia Castitate could control her abilities completely, even more, that power was weakened to almost extinguishment when a marriage consummation was performed without runes. As she had done when she married Harry in her visions.
That is why it had been impossible for a Muggle-born witch to be a fortune teller, and very rare that a half-breed could receive it, few were the daughters of half-breed marriages to whom the ritual was performed, Muggle-born witches considered it an abomination and refused to allow it for their daughters, and the daughters of Muggle-born wizards did not even have the opportunity since their family did not even possess runes to be able to do so.
At this moment the purity of the blood of the Weasley family would be broken, and Percy would give it to a half-breed.
When she arrived at the altar, Tom was waiting for her, the terrifying snake face no longer caused her chills, those few days of planning and writing the contract together had helped her get used to it.
The wedding officiant, Lucius Malfoy, was in charge, one of Tom's most loyal followers, and one of those who knew how to perform a wedding ceremony with the ritual.
An hour of singing words followed, arms open with the blood, not hers obviously, the only blood she would shed that night would be at the consummation of the marriage. Percy and Tom mixed their blood into the Weasley runes, after, as had been explicitly stated by Ginny, Percy took the Weasley runes and placed them under the rune of fate.
The bride saw the surprise on Lucius' face, he knew that the ceremony was usually not done like this, but he did not dare to say a word. The rune of destiny flashed, and the Weasley runes went out, and she felt the moment when the gift of divination was stolen from the Weasley family and joined the rune of destiny, the now rune of the Voldemort family.
The Weasley family still had their runes, of course, she would never allow her nieces to be left unprotected, but if she had stolen the ancient magic they had possessed, they would still serve and in a couple of decades they would regain their full strength.
The officiant of the ministry present gave them the legal documents to sign and they both signed over their names, with the date of July 3, 1997, crowning the marriage contract. Ginny smiled when the ceremony was over and leaned over to her new husband to seal the deal with a kiss.
They both felt the moment when the unbreakable oath was activated as they joined their lips in a superficial kiss.
And they both breathed a sigh of relief.
o-o-o-o
Voldemort was satisfied, things were going well.
He had always known that he was destined for greatness, and although it was hard for him to believe Ginevra, what she said was not far-fetched. His doubts about her and her intentions vanished the moment the kiss activated the unbreakable oath, he had written it conscientiously after all, if she had told him a single lie, at the moment of the kiss she would have dropped dead.
He would be the Savior of the Wizarding World, removing Muggle trash from all of Europe first; after... well, only time will tell.
And her presence at his side... laurels... he would be the absolute winner.
In an instant he returned to what was happening around him, they had gone to a wedding dinner in the elegant dining room of the Malfoys, where they had eaten in quiet silence, they were a curious combination of faces.
With him at the head, of course, on his right side was his new wife, and on his left, occupying the place of honor, his new brother-in-law. The next Minister Weasley.
Next to Ginevra was Lucius Malfoy, who looked like a peacock for being at that moment, and next to Lucius was Narcissa. Next to Percival was Severus, surprisingly those two exchanged polite words. Pius, who acted as a representative of the Ministry and formally registered the marriage, was seated next to Severus.
It had come as a surprise to his two most loyal followers Pius Thicknesse's presence, after all, he, Voldemort, had kept his loyalties in the shadows, hoping to use him as a mask for the show, now that he would be using his brother-in-law, it was no longer necessary to keep the loyalty of one of his faithful hidden, more so when he was so useful.
He would keep an eye on Pius, if a single word about his old name came to be known, he could easily trace the source.
The dinner was soon over, and all retired to their chambers, Voldemort led his wife into the garden again, where they were to consummate the marriage.
To his great surprise, he felt cravings and sexual desire for the first time in a long time, since his younger years, he had not felt desire. Of course, he had encounters with several girls at Hogwarts, the stupid mud blood of Hufflepuff were too good at friendship and hard work after all, of course, he could never have a pureblood, they were too formal and traditional girls, they would never have agreed to have sex without a wedding ceremony in between. In addition, even his loyalists, the Knights of Walpurgis, did not dare to try it with pure blood, between whispers and confidences he ended up learning about the ritual and knew that it was something that would be forbidden to him (after all in the heyday of Grindelwald it was normal for all pure-blood witches to have the ritual). No father would ever give him his daughter, not that he cared about love of course, but it was another blow to his ego and increased the hatred he felt towards the Riddle surname.
Then, he had experience with girls, of course in those times he only sought his sexual pleasure, he recognized that he was not the best of partner, but at the peak of his sexuality, when he enjoyed it the most, it was all over in a second. Hepzibah Smith killed every desire he could feel for any woman, and from that, he learned to use seduction to achieve his goals. All these women, decrepit old women of Hepzibah's generation, had been born in peacetime when it was frowned upon to perform the ritual on them, so they were free and widows. They taught him how to please, and he had been an excellent student, only in this way had he achieved so many connections and galleons.
And then, he occasionally had to have sex with some of his followers, more as a reward, although he had not performed those humiliating acts again to seek his partner's pleasure. And after his resurrection, only Bella deserved the privilege of sharing his bed. Even because of these encounters to increase the loyalty of his most loyal follower, she was expecting a child, something that had surprised him.
Now, as he made his way towards the stone of destiny holding his wife's hand, a craving gnawed away at what was left of his soul, he had never expected this. He now had a wife of pure blood, young and virgin, he would never again have to settle for other men's leftovers, and no man could ever touch anything of his.
When they reached the rune, she looked at him with fear, it was the first time she had given him such a look, and that excited him, he felt how it got up without even forcing with his usual potion, something that had not happened to him since before leaving Hogwarts.
Almost without thinking he kissed her on the lips, using all the knowledge he possessed, and she moaned in his mouth, laid her on the stone of destiny, and stood on top of her. Most of him just wanted to take her right then and there, but he resisted that urge. If they were going to use each other, and she was going to give him pleasure, he could well give her pleasure, that would bring him more loyalty than anything else, women were quite simple.
With that thought running through his head, he began to lower his energetic kisses to her neck, to her cleavage, and then to her turgid breasts. He discovered her, lowered the tight neckline of her dress, and left her pink nipples in view, which were raised after running his fingers and thin tongue.
All this was followed by small moans that she tried to contain with one of her hands, he took her hands and put them on her head.
"Don't hold back little Ginevra, you don't have to hide your pleasure." He whispered in her ear with a hint of mockery, while he lowered his free hand to her pubis, he was surprised to find not a trace of hair, as he thought he remembered that was a Muggle custom from 10 years ago, something rare in the wizarding world. "Oh, little one, did you prepare for me? Hair doesn't bother me so you know."
"No." His wife hesitated as she tried to concentrate on his words, "It's um... comfortable, hurts my thighs."
"It doesn't bother me if you keep doing it." he smiled as he lifted the skirt of her dress and kissed her navel and her soft belly, the night was dark, only illuminated by the stars, and that glow produced a special glow on the alabaster skin he discovered. When she was completely uncovered, he became even more aroused if possible.
Her pubis shone for him, an attractive mound of white flesh with a small opening crowning it, with his fingers he lightly brushed her line, and opened her lips, revealing her clitoris, the mechanism of pleasure of women, with which his old partners had taught him. And as he had not done since he was no longer in an inferior position, he placed his lips on that shining pearl that demanded his attention.
His wife did not stop moaning throughout the process, it took him long minutes to lick and taste it, satisfied with the taste, so sweet and which would be only for him, no one else would ever be allowed to taste it. When she reached her first orgasm, he inserted a finger into the narrow pink hole, her vagina sucking him in such a maddening way that he could barely contain himself.
He prepared her until she held three fingers and then, finally, he got up, and taking her legs he began to enter her, with a slowness that was tormenting for both of them, his wife encouraged him to hurry by resting her heels on his back. She screamed as she slammed in, and at that moment the rune glowed and they both began a frenzy of movements that seemed to last for hours.
He felt like a teenager, no... Like a man in the prime of life, the stiff joints became flexible, his slender muscles began to grow in volume, and his head felt different as if heated by the hair growing. He even began to smell better, to hear better, to see better and better that blushing face, with her eyes closed, her mouth open as she moaned and screamed, the long red hair that had come loose from her hood.
He felt so much energy that he couldn't stop, long minutes passed, and after his wife reached her second orgasm of the night, he was satisfied and finally allowed himself to be released. Within it of course, as was his right.
They were both exhausted, next to each other, his wife, as if she had done it all her life, curled up on his chest and hugged him, passing her leg over his body. He was so unaccustomed to it that he tensed briefly and the first thing that crossed his mind was to get away from her, but he resigned himself to having her close to him. She had fallen asleep quickly, and he too felt drowsy, barely having enough energy to create a tent around them and conjure up a mattress underneath and a thick blanket to cover them.
I didn't want to be sore in the morning.
o-o-o-o
When the sun touched her face, Ginny couldn't sleep anymore despite being exhausted. She slowly opened her eyes, she felt so warm in the place she was that she almost forced herself to lower the cover that covered her, and she saw with some surprise that she was next to her new husband.
Well, not exactly, if she was strict with her own words, the correct thing would be to say that she was in his arms.
She felt her face light up and resisted the urge to hide in the cover, just remembering the wedding night felt so strange, a part of her hated herself for having done it and for daring to enjoy it, but another part of herself was satisfied and guiltless.
After a long internal debate, she finally opted for her selfish side, the side of herself that cared about her pleasure and well-being, after all, if she wanted her marriage to work, she had to have a good sexual life, a fundamental pillar of any marriage. Thus, she determined the course she would follow for the rest of her life.
She would always love Harry, but nothing would stop her from being happy with the husband she had chosen.
Instead of pretending to sleep, she began to admire her husband's face, the change truly surprised her, he was now a handsome man, perhaps in his thirties or forties, with a marked jaw, straight nose, thick eyebrows, and abundant black hair. The most handsome man her eyes had ever beheld. She didn't even have to fake the caresses she made on his face, tracing his features delicately with her fingers.
And he, contradicting what she imagined he would do, took quite a while to wake up, and when he finally opened his eyes he seemed quite surprised to see her there with him, in that position. And she guessed what would happen if she didn't take advantage, he was so much like Harry.
She caught him off guard, and before he could be cruel and mocking, Ginny pounced on him and kissed him tenderly while holding his face with both hands. She surprised him so much that he couldn't help but kiss her back and make her forget what she was going to say. After a few seconds, they both had to catch their breath, and she took the opportunity to kiss his entire face with affection, smiling and hugging him.
"Tom, my love," she murmured as they kissed again, and she kept saying it while her husband sat her on top of him and stimulated her... part... She was so wet that when she penetrated herself with his member, she barely felt a little discomfort and none of the pain of the first time.
She began to ride it while he helped and guided her in her movements until she mastered the rhythm and took control. She let herself be carried away by the sensations and did not stop until she was completely satisfied. Eventually, she became exhausted and her husband took control, putting her under him.
And they continued the rest of the morning.
In the end, when it was past noon, both of them already hungry, they dressed and entered the mansion, where the elves prepared a substantial breakfast for them. Ginny watched in amazement as Tom devoured the food as if he were starving.
"Honey, you're going to drown if you eat so quickly." She said with a worried smile, Tom looked surprised, she didn't know if he had such an appetite or what she called him.
He didn't even answer her, although he did slow down. The rest of the morning passed without worries, they met with her brother and began to plan their next steps.
They decided when Percy would be appointed Minister, and, when her brother left, the two of them began planning how to begin their movement in the Muggle world.
"How did the war begin in your visions exactly? I saw it, but it was too fast." Tom asked, when they had afternoon tea, it was a couple of hours before dinner, so they had also ordered cookies and sandwiches.
Ginny calmly took a sip of her tea, taking her time to respond, she had to quiet her mind before talking about it.
"Well, it was after the year 2000, maybe about 11 years later, no, it must have been about 14 years, in 2014, because at that time my eldest son was already at Hogwarts, yes, I can say that it was those Quidditch World Cups in 2014 when they recorded it, and when everything happened the children were already at Hogwarts, so it was after September. In the Muggle world something like ... Like a Flu net, but without the need for a chimney, they used strange devices, such as a half-parchment with images. Well, they called a recording that they put on that network, the Millennium error, they recorded that Quidditch World Cup (apparently they developed a technology that did not deteriorate with magic, a souvenir metal, litho, or something like that), many believed that it was a montage, that it was something fake, however, in those days, the minister of magic tried to solve it and met with the Muggle minister, But she was a Muggle-born and blindly trusted them and didn't know about their advancements in Muggle technology." Ginny decided to ignore Hermione's name, she would no longer cause harm, so it was not necessary to put her in a bad position, and she could not blame her for everything that happened. "They recorded her in an argument with the minister, and it was as if a bomb was lit, the news went around the world in less than 1 day, and the hunts began. At first, the Ministry took an open attitude, and attempted cooperation with Muggles, even the International Confederation of Wizards considered, after a vote, lifting the secrecy."
Tom was looking at her very attentively, and only let out a little annoyed snort at this last information, and said mockingly. "Even those old wizards were deceived."
"It was a disaster," Ginny had to stop for a moment, her voice had broken and it took her a couple of minutes to calm down, she drank more tea to clear her throat, and Tom followed her example, not bothering to rush the conversation. "That year, due to everything that was happening, the Ministry opted for Hogwarts not to close and the children stayed there, protected. The attacks began, I don't know at what point they developed the technology to detect magic,... but they were able to do it, and it began with the destruction of Diagon Alley in England, of course, something similar happened in other countries as well, years of wars and truces passed, almost at the end, Hogwarts was invaded, they broke the protective charms of more than a thousand years. Harry… and I went to get the children and we could barely get them out before they evacuated, not everyone had the same chance, they moved the children on the train and it was derailed, and all the children they were transporting died."
"They killed the young population, even if magic had won, we would have gone extinct," Tom mentioned casually.
"Some were saved, including my children, and perhaps it would have been better for them to die on that train," Her husband raised an eyebrow, as if in surprise at what she said, but did not interrupt her. "They... were killed in the following months, Harry... and I was in the battles and my mother took care of all her grandchildren. She killed more than ten soldiers by herself before they could kill her and took my children and the rest of the children.
"It's strange, why would they take them? If they wanted to extinguish magic, the most obvious thing would be to kill them."
"A few months before they gave the order to capture any child, they used them... For experiments, the moment they took the children of the family they changed the order to eliminate them. No experiment was successful, they wanted to take the magic, but they couldn't, so they gave the order to exterminate us." Tears fell down her cheeks, but her voice remained steady. "When I found them... it's the worst thing that has happened to me, no... I don't want to remember that vision."
The tears and sobs began and did not stop, and she did as she did with Percy and Harry, threw herself into Tom's arms, and sought comfort in them. He tensed up, however, seeing that she didn't plan to let go of him, he resigned himself to wrapping his arms around her. He had sworn to protect her and never hurt her physically, so he wouldn't even be able to break free from her arms without damaging a piece of his soul. She cried for several minutes and finally, when she calmed down enough, she was able to continue.
"They were killed in the worst way by Muggle soldiers, what they did to my little girl... It's something I prefer not to mention, but... but you have to know, because if you don't know you won't understand some of my actions, they... they, they ra... raped her, in the most brutal and disgusting ways, she suffered every second until death took pity on her. My children were not less lucky, they tried to do the same to them, but they were physically stronger and they were able to resist and were killed before they could be tortured." Ginny said, looking at nothing, no longer in tears, as if in a trance, but soon she got out of control again. "I found them, and when I saw... how they ended I couldn't even defend myself, they disarmed me and they... those monsters did horrible things to me, they... they forced me to put in... in my mouth."
Tom gently placed a hand over his wife's mouth, it was not pleasant to hear her say such things, and she had already vented, and now he wanted to ask her how many doubts he had.
"Doesn't the Lucretia castitate work on Muggles?" he asked in a calm voice while removing his hand from her soft face.
"Yes, it works."
"Why then did that happen to you and your daughter?"
"That! Ah, in that future I didn't have the ritual, my parents didn't use it and I was left unprotected. "
"And your daughter?"
"That stupid Lily Evans destroyed the Potters' family runes, and robbed my daughter of the opportunity to be protected!" Ginny exclaimed angrily as she stood up. "Because of her stupidity, irretrievable ancient magic was lost."
"Mudbloods are stupid by nature, and they don't understand the ways of magicians," Tom said, and Ginny nodded energetically, overlooking the fact that Tom hadn't been raised by wizards, and therefore wasn't the right person to boast of blood purity.
They spent a few minutes chatting about other ridiculous anecdotes that Muggle-borns made. Tom even smiled and laughed mockingly when Ginny told him the anecdote of Hermione and the elves, she died of laughter every time she remembered all the elves fleeing in terror from whoever pretended to save them.
When the atmosphere was calm, she set in motion her next step.
"We must stop distinguishing between pure blood and mudblood, if we continue with this debate we will not be able to unite, either we have magic or we do not, that must be our purpose," Ginny said after a slight reflection. "And that's what you'll have to start defending, love.
Tom was still stunned that anyone should dare to refer to him in such affectionate words, and he was not even offended by the command implied in her words. He just nodded. She asked him about Pius, curious about the decision not to erase the knowledge of his Muggle name from his mind, but could only laugh when he explained his reasoning, sometimes surprising at how manipulative and meticulous he was.
"I know about Lestangre's pregnancy," Ginny said suddenly as if it had just occurred to her that it would be a problem, after recovering from her laughter, "She should know her place, and not think she's the same as me just because she will give you a bastard."
"Bella is my most loyal follower, she won't go against my wishes," her husband said confidently, clearly satisfied with that slut.
"She loves you and a woman in love can do a lot of stupid things when her lover gets married, even more so with a bastard in the middle," she said coldly, without a drop of good humor. She was possessive by nature, it was something she couldn't help and a small part of her knew it was due to the shortcomings of her childhood, but even rationalizing it she couldn't help her jealousy and possessiveness, in some ways she and Ron were so similar.
Tom was very similar to his greatest enemy, both had developed a high perception of people and read each other's emotions and intentions well. And he realized immediately what she felt.
"My dear," he hissed mockingly, "Don't tell me you're jealous of Bella."
"I don't like adulterous simply," she replied with a sweet smile, "Nor do I like stupid ones who don't know their place."
"You should know your place too, Ginevra." Her husband's tone had cooled, he wasn't really angry, but Bella was the most loyal of his followers and didn't want to get caught up in a witch fight at this point in his life.
"I know my place perfectly, my love," she replied with a smile that lightened the atmosphere, delicately put down her cup of tea and got up from the sofa, approaching her husband and sitting on his lap, while she put her arms around his neck. She brought her face close to his and brushed his lips delicately.
She began with soft kisses, as if a butterfly landed on his skin, and then licked their lips and joined their mouths in a passionate reciprocated kiss. Tom dropped the cup in his hands and pulled it close to him, stroking Ginny's waist and thighs. The two started a frenzy that didn't stop until she parted her lips and kissed her husband's jaw and neck.
"Do you know my place?" She asked while kissing his throat and grabbing him by the hair.
"Yes," His answer came out almost like a hiss.
She continued her attack while unbuttoning her husband's pants, when she succeeded, she began to caress him. "Then tell me who I am here."
"You are my wife," He said in a hoarse voice.
"I see, do I have to respond to you?" She whispered in his ear.
"Yes." He exclaimed, avoiding any other sound, as she climbed into it.
"And I have to respond to Lestrange?" She continued to ask as she put aside her underwear and inserted his member, starting to move slowly.
"No," Tom cleared his throat, and when he saw that she stopped her movements and began to pull him out of her, he grabbed her by the waist and told her what he knew she wanted to hear since unfortunately, he could not force her to continue. "You don't have to answer to anyone, your place is beside me and no one can question that."
Ginny just kissed him and resumed her movements, smiling with satisfaction. With Tom it wasn't worth arguing or fighting for her position, she would never win because he was haughty, and she could only manipulate him in that way, the rune after all had awakened all the sexual desire that Tom had repressed. Lestrange would only bring trouble, but her husband had set up the places for each, and he was not one to tolerate his orders being questioned.
Nor, even if she was his most loyal follower.
The second part of this story begins.
Ginny up until this point has not allowed herself to be vulnerable or release her feelings, and since her contract with Tom assures her that he cannot harm her, she feels free to express everything she has carried on her shoulders.
We must not forget that Tom was raised as a Muggle and that he grew up during the Second World War, also in the time before his resurrection he had to hide close to the Muggle world, so he is not ignorant at all.
