Thread: After the End (Harry Potter, KC and Googl)

The wand flying through the air was caught without even a moments hesitation, his body had been built through magic and was far stronger or faster then it should be with reflexes on par with the snakes that he had adopted as motif. Immortality was something to be treasured, it was his and entirely his, but what good was eternal life if the body that experienced it was to frail to enjoy it in the fullest. Most found the thought of the Dark Lord enjoying himself strange, but he was building something, an empire for him to rule over for all time, built upon his hard work and the backs of muggles. The pure bloods of course thought that he was doing it for their benefit but in the end they were only a tool for him to manipulate and wield, witches and wizards would rule but they would need to be more numerous... and for this purpose he would put mudbloods to good use. Pure blood families had strong linage but the inbreeding had to be avoided... his solution which would soon become apparent would anger some but only publicly, he suspected that in private they would embrace and enjoy it. For a moment Voldemort only focused on her wand, holding it up between two slim fingers, slowly spinning it before giving it the slightest flick, sparks flaring for a second before fading away and then the wand disappeared into the jacket of his suit, tucked away carefully. True he could snap it before her, an act that would no doubt traumatize her and set her down the road to breaking... but he wanted to shape her into something new and when she was reformed he would be happy to see her hold that wand again. Ginerva Weasly... He said with a small smile flickering over his features as he looked over her, clearly pleased by what he saw as undisguised hunger flashed behind his eyes. I am glad to see that you have accepted my offer of hospitality though I do wish that you had been given a chance to dress properly before arriving here. The smile he wore betrayed the lie though, he was more then pleased to see her state of undress. Slowly he stood, moving towards her with slow and graceful strides, though his feet passed over black marble there was not a single sound of his footsteps. A few paces away from her he stopped, easily he would be able to reach out and brush his fingers across her but instead he looked at her closely now, meeting her own fierce gaze with the cool amusement of his own. You know I have long looked forward to meeting you though I have a suspicion that you might feel you already know me... He was curious how she would react to that, he didn't know the particulars of what had happened to her but he remembered what he had been like when he had first created the diary, back then he had been so much more simple in his manipulations, relying on his looks and the natural charming air he had to make people want to work along with him, to make them want to help him... now of course he openly wielded greater power then his younger self had access too, using unforgivable curses at a whim, at only the slightest displeasure... subtlety had perhaps been forgotten. I heard of your brothers untimely death, its always a pity when a pure blood dies so needlessly. The body had vanished, people were looking into it... but that hardly mattered now, instead he wanted to see her in pain, to prod what had to be a rather fresh wound. You should be pleased to know that the ones responsible for his demise, Potter and Granger have both been taken alive and will suffer for their crimes against the ministry, against wizardry, and of course against you. How would she react to his accusation against Potter, would she attempt to strike him, Bellatrix had been ordered to keep her mouth shut and not to make a move against Ginny... but Voldemort knew that if Ginny made the wrong move she likely would feel the sting of the Cruciatus curse.