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

The image of her in the mirror had been a stimulating one, in truth charming a mirror to show an illusion was a rather simple one, as was summoning up a mirror that happened to show the hearts desire of anyone who had looked into it. The charm that was on The Mirror of Erised was a much more complex one though, Voldemort was confident that if he had ever taken the time to properly study it then he would be able to recreate it but it really had very little practical use to him so he hadn't bothered doing it just yet... but when he was younger he had spent a little bit of time before that mirror. He had been perhaps slightly younger then his bride to be currently was, standing before it he hadn't seen a world ruled by pure bloods, he had seen a world where Wizards ruled over Muggles and he ruled over all of them, beyond death he would rule for all time. Now he would have what most wizards who looked into the mirror never got, everything they wanted. Ginny and so many others didn't understand him or his motivation, perhaps because he had never bothered to explain any of it too them. To him it wasn't about blood purity, that just made an excellent way to motivate followers. If there had been a large number of muggle born wizards with a great deal of money, influence, and prejudice for him to take advantage of then he likely would have organized them into his army. True Pure Bloods would have it best under his rule, at least for now but in a generation or two there would be a balance achieved, those of mixed heritage would have equal opportunity with the pure blooded, and those who were born to muggles wouldn't be treated too terribly... for now harsh policies were going to be needed in order to increase the wizard population so that when the time came they would rule openly, no need to hide what they were. A world controlled by wizards where they didn't have to hide themselves from muggles, that was what he was building towards... and of course he would be the undisputed and eternal ruled of the newly established order. Of course Ginny didn't get it, she would understand though given time and he had plenty of time to show her what he was planning. As she moved away from him and out of the room Voldemort watched her leave for a little while until the door closed and he moved back to his throne. Bellatrix... He practically hissed, not even bothering to look to her as he spoke, finger steepled before his face. You will not harm a single hair upon her head without my express order, should I find out that you have done so then I will ensure you suffer... but I will likely give you a chance to cause a little pain for her if she continues to be impudent. Right now though there is something more... delicate that I need you to take care of. You are to instruct the house elves to slip a half dose of Amortentia into our young guests morning meal... and should anything other then Amortentia end up in the food then I will skin you alive and feed you to the Dementors. At less then a full dose the powerful love potion wouldn't completely guarantee infatuation with him but Voldemort suspected that it would at the very least color her perception a little bit, and House Elves were immune to such potions, they could be poisoned, or compelled to tell the truth but a potion that was designed to cause infatuation was something that had no affect on them what so ever. As Bellatrix moved to carry out his orders, the stiffness in her shoulders a clear sign to him how unhappy she was to do so Voldemort settled back into the throne and made himself more comfortable, he didn't need much sleep anymore but instead was more concerned with plotting his next move, which of course had to include sending his former Professor Slughorn, the man whose little club had helped him make a few useful contacts when he was first starting out, the man who had first advised him on how he might be able to start down the path to immortality, a little thank you gift. The thought brought a smile to his lips, the man had so enjoy the gifts that he got from former students and getting a gift from the former student that would soon rule the entire wizarding world... now that would be special. And it was with thoughts of his further conquests, the organization of his forcer, and the perfection of his own immortality, that Voldemort focused on until the sun began to rise and he retired to his own chambers adjoining the throne room for a few hours of sleep, undressing and laying both his wand and that of his bride to be on the bedside dresser, laying back upon his bed as though a corpse, practically unmoving for a scant few hours before he awoke once more. His morning preparations were a simple affair, taking a little time to bathe himself, eat a light meal, and dress in simple black robes he was soon in his throne room again, alone but for a single house elf who stood silently in a corner, trying very hard not to be noticed... but Voldemort hadn't sat down for even a minute before he issued a command. Go awaken our guest, bathe her, find some robes that will fit her, and then take her something to eat and drink... making sure that you remember what Bellatrix passed along to you and give her no sign of the potion present in her meal. Once all this is done I want her to be brought to me... after she finishes her meal first. As the House Elf departed Voldemort sat still for a few moments before again using his wand to summon up the mirror that he had created the night before... a glance into it would show her what he wanted her to see, a sexualized version of herself, happy to serve him. Another little wave of his wand positioned the mirror so that she would be able to see it when looking towards him, beside his throne to make it hard to avoid seeing. This time he wouldn't take such direct control over it, allowing the the charm to direct the image, but her mind to fill in the particulars of it all... that combined with the low dose of potion would likely do something very interesting and Voldemort was looking forward to it immensely. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now this, this felt right. Any doubts that he might have felt about his ability to pull this off were banished as Draco stood over his beaten victim. Oh he knew she wouldn't be broken when he got a little bit rough with her just once, but it was a rush to know that he could throw her around with out the use of magic, that he could descend to her level and easily dominate her. More important then the fact that he knew it was that she also knew it now and it could also make her a bit more reluctant to try that bull shit again. Even her little comment about he would end up in the same boat as the other Death Eaters made him chuckle, did she really think that she was going to end up getting rescued, that somehow Ron Weasely was going to rise from the grave and break into the Manor to rescue her at the head of an army of rebellious wizards. She was delusional about that, Dumbledore was dead thanks to him, the Ministry had fallen, and that spectacular Boy Who Lived was no longer much of a variable... the war was over as far as Draco was concerned. You don't get it do you Granger? He asked with a sigh, as is disappointed when in truth her attempt to make him feel as though he was going to end up in some sort of trouble meant nothing to him at all. The last time the Dark Lord had fallen his family had carried on without any trouble in the least, a few lies and money passed from one hand to another had gotten them out of any hint of trouble and now with the entire Ministry under the control of the man who led the Death Eaters... well there were too many people who were conspiring along with the Death Eaters to make prosecuting them even a remote possibility should things fall apart again. Its over, you and yours have all lost, The Dark Lord is the one in charge and the Malfoy family is going to be stronger then ever before. Looking down at her a little more closely Draco was about to leave but first he had one more thing to say. You know Granger, the bruises definitely are an improvement. He mocked before spitting down at her again. I think I am going to have to bang you up a bit before I get around to fucking you, will definitely make the experience more enjoyable on me end. She probably knew that was coming but Draco thought it might be fun just to say it as bluntly as he possibly could. Before he had been thinking of using magic to immobilize her but instead he would just physically bring her down and take advantage of her just to let her know that even without magic he was superior to her. You can look forward to that tomorrow Granger, I don't know if Weasley ever got a crack at your cunt but I look forward to making full use of your body. Another quick kick, this one aimed at her bare crotch was made before Draco turned and strolled from the room with a chuckle, quickly unlocking and then locking the door behind him again only to find a House Elf waiting for him right in the hall, eyes averted but ready for any orders. Patch her up. Draco ordered, rubbing his neck a little now that he couldn't be seen. That had been a little more painful then he wanted to let on but he was going to make her pay for it, she would be regretting that for the rest of her life. Don't bother doing anything for the pain but get rid of the bruising, she is to have no clothing, no way to cover herself... remove the sheets from the bed and don't feed her again until I give the word... and that might be a while. Let her go hungry and cold for a little while, that should do a little something to improve her disposition and if not, well then he would be amused to see just how defiant she could be while starving and freezing cold.