ATTENTION, this chapter is classified as M and contains an explicit sexual scene, it's marked in case you want skip it.
Autumn 1997
Percy was walking in the clouds when he left the Ministry that day, everyone was afraid, but he, despite the guilt that afflicted his heart, felt too satisfied with himself.
The last month of his life had been the most troubled of his life, since the Great Mistake everything had been hell for everyone, even more so for him. He felt guilty every time, thought he had caused everything, recorded the conversation, and exposed them all. Every new piece of news made him sicker and sicker, all his life he had wanted to do the right thing and had caused such a disaster.
However... Despite his guilt, when Ginny called him by the coin that she had given him to communicate, he immediately went to see her.
When he arrived, he was surprised to see his sister in such a strange scene. He hadn't seen her since her wedding, three months ago, when he was informed that he would be appointed minister when the right occasion came, but they hadn't told him anything else, only that he should keep a low profile and not stand out in the Ministry.
There was his sister in the Malfoy family's private living room, with Who-Must-Not-Be-Na…with Voldemort, his brother-in-law next to her at a large table, with 12 more chairs, three chairs were empty, two next to where Lord Voldemort was sitting and the other next to his sister, she beckoned to him and motioned for him to sit next to her, he walked towards her, uncomfortable. He recognized some colleagues in the Ministry who looked at him with obvious surprise, Lucius Malfoy, Professor Snape, and other people he didn't recognize.
"Welcome Percy, I'm glad to see you," Ginny said as she caressed his cheek and smiled warmly at him, he looked at her with surprise at her condition, her condition was evident, not in vain he had seen his mother pregnant on three occasions. "Honey, say hello to my brother."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Weasley." He said after a few seconds of silence, Percy nodded his head towards him.
"Good afternoon, sir." He said politely, complying with social conventions, out of the corner of his eye he looked at his attentive audience, some looked at him with indifference, most with anger and indignation. He didn't understand why until the last members of the meeting arrived; Rodolphus Lestrange, whom he recognized from the wanted posters, and Arif Sikander, whom he recognized with surprise as his former Muggle studies teacher.
Both men arrived and knelt before Voldemort and kissed his robe, later, after having permitted them, they did the same with Ginny. Did they all expect him to do the same? He didn't see himself doing that stupid thing.
Then they sat down, the door closed, and the meeting began. Voldemort rose from the table and addressed his followers, all silent, expectant.
"My loyal, today we conclude the beginning of the war against Muggles, it is thanks to the cooperation of each person at this table that we have made so much progress. Today, Arif, helped by Rodolphus, concluded an investigation commissioned weeks ago." He began while pointing to each person he named. "Now, you don't need to know everything, as you probably don't understand it, but we did research on something called nuclear energy, it's the most powerful weapon of Muggles, and, according to our research, the effects they have on them don't happen in the genetic code of any magical being, not even a squib."
Everyone at the table remained silent, bewildered by what their master was saying, but accepting it as true. Arif stood up and continued.
"To recap our master's words, nuclear energy is the energy contained in the nucleus of an atom. Atoms are the smallest particles into which a chemical element can be divided while maintaining its properties. In the nucleus of each atom, two types of particles are held together. Nuclear energy is the energy that holds neutrons and protons together. Muggles use it to produce electricity, and also as a weapon. Nuclear power plants use this to produce energy that Muggles use like we use magic. In our United Kingdom, there are currently 35 nuclear power plants, just disabling them will be enough to make Muggles meet at a specific point and we can eliminate them."
That left everyone even more confused, including Percy, who didn't know what the hell they were talking about, but seeing his sister and her spouse nodding, they all just did the same thing.
Percy went on to listen to how the plans progressed.
"That will be part of a plan that my dear one has devised, so until he says so we will not act on this information. We will continue with the next planned phase, as we had discussed, this morning we delivered to the Muggles those magic detectors that they haven't yet been able to develop, they have been delivered in America and Asia, in the most dangerous countries for us, if we don't provoke the Muggles to attack first, they will not support us. American wizards (those who think they are so progressive and too attached to the Muggle world) have to prove the consequences on themselves if they support them." Her sister said with a coldness and decision that made him shiver. "As for India, Thailand, Iran, Arabia, well, all North Africa, we will let them destroy themselves for now, as allies of them we would have to attack the United States of America and it would be too problematic, it is one of the last options we have. We will need China on our side, their community is one of the largest, and all the other countries I mentioned together equal the population. Most importantly for now, our goal is to achieve the cooperation of the whole of Europe."
Percy cleared his throat and raised his hand subconsciously, asking permission to speak, Ginny nodded to him.
"The conflict has spread to all countries, even today Russia has started with mobs in the peasant villages, somehow they found out where the many exclusively magical villages are, and their representative asked the International Confederation for help today. Yesterday I just heard that someone revealed where Ilvermony was to the US military, and they were and took away the students who couldn't escape, they don't know where they took them, a leak this big hadn't happened since Dorcus Twelvetrees revealed the locations of Ilvermony and MACUSA to Bartholomew Barebone who tried to arrange a disclosure to Muggles, and yet, nothing was ever as serious as this. No one has solutions, Muggle attacks are the norm and not the exception, it seems that they are destroying each other." Percy said, stretching out the last sentence, staring at his sister and raising an eyebrow.
"Yes Percy, we have caused all that my husband has been joined by many followers who have sought refuge with us. You might be wondering how we managed to escalate this, we provoked it, and it was too easy, Muggles are so afraid of those who are like us, that they hardly need an excuse to attack and kill, not even their police, nor their army that has taken to the streets, have been able to contain the revolts, but we are giving them the fuel." Ginny said, after a slight silence at the table. Percy's jaw dropped, he already suspected, it couldn't have moved this forward so quickly without a little help. He was surprised at how pragmatic her sister was, how cruel she could be. "Today a new phase has passed, something that will make Europe join us and pity us and not blame us."
Before she could say another word, there was a knock on the door of the dining room and as soon as he was permitted to enter, they opened quickly, it was Pius Thicknesse, who seemed excited, euphoric, and frightened, all at the same time. He advanced towards Lord Voldemort threw himself at his feet and kissed his robe, doing the same with her little sister, when he finished with those formalities, he finally gave the shocking news.
"My lord, my lady, it has happened, there was the notice of the death of Rufus Scrimgeour, of Babajide Akingbade, and the Muggle Minister, they were in a meeting to try to resolve this when they were hit by a bomb, they destroyed the Downing Street building with all the Muggle government officials inside, they have been left without a government." He said quickly, eager and excited, it was no wonder, only the assassination of the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Magic was a cause of impact throughout the world of magic, not only in the United Kingdom. Our ministry is gone mad, it's time, if you consider it my lord, for us to take control."
"No, not yet," Voldemort said after a moment and looked at Ginny. "We need them to officially ask for our help, my dear...
"Yes, love, you're right." Percy was already nauseated by those honeyed words between them, it was quite disgusting, even if Voldemort no longer looked his true age, an old man of 70, and now he looked like a young man in the prime of youth in his mid-30s, his sister was still and looked like a little girl of 16. "We must let them ask you for help, who will be a good provisional minister? Before Percy can be."
"If you allow me to give my opinion." Lucius Malfoy said in a questioning tone, and with the nod, he continued. "Kingsley Shacklebolt would be a good choice for our plans, a loyal follower of Dumbledore despite his death, from what Lady Voldemort has told us, he is a member of the Order of the Phoenix who will hardly take action against Muggles and will not protect those who should."
"It's a good option, I couldn't name someone better, my dear," Ginny said with a smile towards her husband and nodded towards Lucius. "It will be at least two months when the Christmas holid…Yule begins, we must make the Muggles attack on a large scale, it's important that most of the children stay at Hogwarts. When the big attack is made, it will be time for us to take the government."
The meeting soon ended and Ginny, when she dismissed the others, took Percy aside to talk to him. Percy saw her throw threatening looks at her spouse when he took Bellatrix to the adjoining dining room, but she only sighed and guided him until they reached what seemed to be the main rooms of the mansion, they entered a luxurious room, evidently a pre-bedroom.
"Brother, I have to talk to you, I realized how you looked at me so you probably already realized my pregnancy," Ginny said with an almost affectionate smile, while still touching her flat belly.
"Yes, sister, you have the pregnancy glow, how did your spouse take it?" Percy asked forcing a smile, he didn't want to talk about that specific subject, it was a constant reminder that he had given his sister to that man who had done disgusting things to a girl.
"I haven't told him, I don't want to put myself at risk with the situation I'm in, that bitch Lestrange is pregnant," Ginny said with the venom spilled in her voice.
"I realized, she was about to be relieved by what I saw, she must already be in her last month, but why is that a problem? Percy said, watching her carefully, he was surprised by the contempt with which she spoke, Bellatrix Lestrange was a monstrous being, but her sister's anger seemed to be personal.
"That bastard is Tom's son." She said full of anger, her cheeks flushed and her hands clenched in fists. "And she has the stupid idea that giving him a bastard will put her above me, I'm not afraid that she planned something against me, she's skilled, but not cunning enough to hurt me, what I couldn't help is that in a fit of rage she pushes me down the stairs or did something physical that would make me lose my baby, I wanted to wait to tell him, but I will do it today."
"Do you think she's foolish enough to dare?" He asked with surprise, only a blind man could ignore how satisfied and happy that man seemed with his sister's attentions. It didn't seem strange to him, even being her family, he got a little ego up when he was by her side, her way of being, so affectionate and loving, full of praise and concern for the people she loved could soften anyone, Percy could imagine that no one had treated Voldemort like this before. Voldemort was pleased with her, and he wasn't one to tolerate harm to what they considered theirs.
"I think she's impulsive and in love enough to lose her intelligence," Ginny said with a tense smile. "And I'm afraid I won't be able to protect myself if she acts like that, I don't care what she can do to me, but if she hurts my baby, I wouldn't stand it."
"Do you already know the due date? " Percy asked as he took her hand and squeezed it to give her comfort.
"No, since I haven't gone to a healer, I don't know." She said with a sad expression.
"Well, that can be resolved, when was your last bleed?" Percy asked him in an official tone, he would have liked to be a healer after all, but in the end, the administrative work had called him more.
"I don't remember exactly, brother, but I think it was about two weeks before my wedding." She said blushing.
"Well, it's a bit inaccurate, but we can calculate that it will be born at the end of March, perhaps in the last week." He said doing the math in his head. "I can't believe my little sister is going to have a child, you were the last to be born and you will be the first to have a child."
"Bill will soon catch up with me, is he already married?" She asked sadly, and Percy nodded, not daring to say a word, he felt a lump in his throat and wanted to cry, he would have wanted to go to the wedding, even last month when the Big Mistake happened he had gone to the Burrow to check that they were okay, but there they rejected him in anger. Bill had beaten him and his mother had gone up to his bedroom screaming and crying, his father had simply looked at him sadly and told him that he must leave.
They couldn't forgive him for giving Ginny to Voldemort, they knew that only Percy could have done it, only the father or brothers knew the ritual with the Weasley runes, and without that, Ginny wouldn't have married, which they knew from checking the records and seeing Ginny's name change automatically.
"Forgive me, Percy, brother, you know I love you very much, don't you?" And I'm sorry that because of me you're separated from mom and dad and our siblings, I imagine they blamed you for the decisions I made and I'm sorry." Ginny said as she hugged him. "Cheer up, it will soon pass, they will forgive you."
"Thank you, sister, you give me comfort by telling me this." He answered her, returning her embrace and kissing her head with brotherly affection.
"And now, how are you doing with Audrey? Have you already proposed to her?" She said, separating herself from him and smiling mischievously. "You know well that you must marry her now, they will not accept you as a minister if you aren't a family man."
"I know sister, I already asked her, she and I agree that it should be a simple ceremony, we will only invite her close family, and for my part... I'll invite Mum and Dad, but I don't think they'll go, and as for you, I hope you'll join us." He said as he extended a formal invitation and put it in his hand. Audrey loved Ginny from her time at Hogwarts, they had been kind, and since she had a similar relationship with her late older brother, she found the relationship between them endearing and touching.
Soon, too quickly for both of them, an elf came in and announced that Voldemort had requested Ginny's presence. Percy got up and said goodbye to his sister, hoping to see her for her wedding.
o-o-o-o
Lord Voldemort was growing more and more weary of his most loyal followers, following him around like an annoying dog. Always talking about her bastard, and how bad it was that Rodolphus was in such excellent health, as if he had ever married her.
She approached him and kissed him with veneration, eager for his touch, he felt displeasure, but he allowed it, he still felt affection for Bella, after all. So, he allowed her to lower her kisses around his neck and her hands to touch him all over his body, then he eagerly pulled down his pants and underwear, touching his penis sensually.
He let himself go, after all the woman was good at sucking him, something that until that moment his spouse had refused to do, no matter how much she insisted. It was one of his favorite activities, it made him feel powerful. With absolute control over the person who knelt before him.
"Kneel." Bella almost threw herself on her knees in front of him, as if she was in danger of him regretting it, then he took his penis and pulled it out of his clothes. "Suck it."
Without further ado, she opened her mouth and began to lick him, filling him with saliva, he let out a small sigh and bit his lips to hide the sound, he took her by the hair and moved her like a rag doll, hitting his pubis against her face. Those noises she made displeased him, that swallowing noise, the saliva, the rubbing of her teeth on the glans, he wished it was his wife who was in that position with him.
After a couple of minutes, and thinking about his wife, he felt that he was going to cum, he began to move his hips harder, and with the help of both hands, he held her head tightly and precisely to fuck her mouth.
Her eyes watered, her face turned red, and she smiling, for a moment he saw his wife's face with those bright and affectionate brown eyes, the alabaster skin, and the hair red as fire, he almost came, without warning he pushed her to swallow it more and almost made her vomit, but she without any complaint accepted everything, and suddenly he began to discharge his seed in her throat, she swallowed with a little difficulty, squeezed his buttocks, and dug her nails in because she choked. For a moment she looked at him with pleading, at that moment he took out his penis and let go, and she fell to the ground.
He put on his pants nonchalantly and called the elf to ask for tea. Bella immediately sat down next to him and began a talk that he couldn't have been less interested in, it had already been useful to him and he didn't want to see her. The only thing he was good for was to suck it whenever he felt like it, it had only been a couple of times since his spouse always left him satisfied.
They sat there, with Bella trying to show her usefulness by barking in a shrill unpleasant voice at the Elf that the Malfoys had given his spouse. Soon, tea was brought to them, and she continued to bark and screech until the trembling elf poured and made tea for them both.
If it had been someone else, Voldemort would have let out a deep sigh, but that was unworthy of him, so he restrained himself. His spouse never yelled at other people in a shrill voice, didn't need to raise her voice to be heard and respected, and knew what he liked without having to ask.
The nights they shared in the matrimonial bed filled him with vitality and energy, and he knew that she wasn't deceptive, she always told him what she thought and wanted, and although she had had a fit of temper it was too comical and he had offended her.
"… I hope you agree, Master." The unpleasant voice interrupted his thought, his spouse had a thin and melodious voice, and that last thought made him smile unconsciously. Which was taken as consent for something by Bella. "Thank you, Master, I'm sure our son will appreciate your presence with us tonight. Should I go to your chambers, or will you go to mine?"
"What are you talking about?" Voldemort asked, already fed up with her. Why would he leave the bed of his young and beautiful spouse? And to go to that woman's!
"Master, you haven't touched me in a long time, I miss you, since that slut got into your eyes..."
"You will not dare to refer to Lord Voldemort's spouse like that again! Not if you want to keep your miserable life." He said throwing the cup of tea that held his hands towards her head, where it crashed, his head bled and the hot liquid burned her face and cleavage, she threw herself on the floor and sobbed for his forgiveness. "Get lost! I hate to see you, don't show your face in front of me again without permission."
Bella left the place terrified, crying, clinging to her belly. He forced himself to calm down. Why had he been so exalted by that word? He remembered how hurt his wife was when he used that word to refer to her and anger came back to him.
"Tilly!" The elf appeared in an instant, terrified to see him like this, and he only ordered her to bring his spouse to him. She disappeared immediately, full of fear, and after a couple of minutes, which seemed like hours to him, his spouse entered the adjoining dining room.
She smiled at him with that lovely little mouth with outlined lips and small white teeth, but that gesture turned into a rictus of horror and disgust, at which point Lord Voldemort realized the smell in the air. It reeked of sex.
"She was punished dear," he said on an impulse as he approached her and took her hand, placing his lips on the palm of her left hand, where was the old scar he had made with her old youthful form. "She dared to contradict my orders and obtained her punishment, although I must say that she is cunning and could... Getting closer before I knew it."
His spouse was silent for a few long seconds, while he looked at her without changing his expression, but inside he felt something strange What could it be? It was like the fear of disappointing her. It was silly, he said to himself, Lord Voldemort wasn't afraid, it was simply convenient to maintain her in good spirits. She looked down and saw the wet carpet and the broken and blood-stained teacup, then he felt the soul fragment he possessed return to his body when she smiled at him again.
"Mrs. Lestrange deserves an exemplary punishment love," she said as she took his hand and guided him to his usual armchair, he sat down and placed his hands on her waist, sitting her on his lap. "And I have something to tell you and something to ask of you."
"What happened, kitten?" Lord Voldemort said while brushing his lips, satisfied that she didn't question his little dalliance with Bella, after all that hadn't been important.
"I'm pregnant." She said and touched her belly with her eyes shining with emotion.
For Voldemort it was the strangest experience he had ever lived, when Bella had informed him of her pregnancy, he only felt a slight satisfaction in getting rid of his mistress, (and the truth is that he was curious to know what a descendant of the great Lord Voldemort would be like), but he felt no interest beyond that. He didn't need a son or daughter, being immortal meant that he would never inherit his position, title, or possessions, even less a bastard.
But this felt different, it was her child, a human being who would start a new dynasty that would lead the magical world. And although that pregnancy wouldn't produce the child of Ginevra's prophecy, (that child would be born in more than two years), he felt something strange when he thought of a child of the two of them, someone who would support him to control everything with an iron fist.
They had an entire world and Lord Voldemort, despite being supremely capable, couldn't be broken into pieces to lead each region.
So, he was able to give his wife a crooked smile, and he almost laughed when he saw her blushing at the sight of him.
"It's good news, kitten." He said while kissing the tip of her nose and touching her breasts squeezing it. "I thought were growing, but I thought I imagined it."
"Tom is enough," she said laughing and separating his hands from her body, she stood up and looked at him seriously, putting her arms akimbo. "I have to talk to you about what I want."
"I assume it's Bella." He said indifferently, more focused on uncovering his wife's breasts to check his suspicions. "You can do whatever you want with her, she hasn't been of any use to me in recent months, she's run out of ideas and strategies, and she can't even go to battle while pregnant."
"Give me your daughter when she is born, I will name her and raise her, it will serve as practice for me when our son is born," She said seriously, raising an eyebrow, as if to warn him that she wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Do what you want," Voldemort said, shaking a hand nonchalantly, then seeing her with softened features. "Will it be a boy then?"
"I have the impression that you can only produce men, honey," she said with a smile full of amusement. "Of course, at least we are sure that a daughter will be born when the millennium begins."
"A daughter?" Voldemort was surprised for a moment, he didn't expect it to be a witch that the prophecy spoke of, but he quickly thought clearly, only witches could be fortune tellers, and wasn't that ability what would make them triumph? "Of course, a daughter who inherits your gift and my name will be perfect."
Then he took her hand and sat it back on his lap.
Life has never been so good with him.
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