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

Ginny Really Ginevra, do you think I intended to kill you. You poured your heart out to me, you gave me strength. What I had you write was only there to lure Potter down into the Chamber where he could be, dealt with. Everything that I offered you, everything that I can still give you was only opposed by him in the end and be removing him early on then nothing could have stopped me. Now that she had seen the forms of Tom Riddle and Voldemort so close together, her mind made connections that Ginny would have consciously avoided doing, had she the choice. His mannerisms, the way he moved and his expressions were all still Tom. His bone structure had not changed, nor his height and build. Only someone who had known Tom Riddle as Ginny had known him could have read half so much into his facial expressions. To all others his grotesque new visage betrayed very little of what he thought. Until that moment Ginny would not have thought the self-styled 'dark lord' capable of anything as... human... as an easy smile. His eyes might be red these days but the muscles beneath where his eyebrows had been were expressive. Voldemort conjured a mirror and Ginny recognised the distinctive frame. The Mirror of Erised. Harry had told her how he had languished in front of it during his younger days, drinking in the images of his family. Ginny batted the thought away for now. She needed her wits about her. Suddenly Voldemort was behind her and what she saw in the mirror was an image of herself with Tom Riddle. In the mirror she wore sexy black lingerie that made her childish figure seem curvy. Her pale skin was stark against the black silk and lace, making her appear far more vulnerable than she felt in her modest crop top and girl-boxers. Ginny still didn't even really need to wear a bra but the crop top kept her darker, puffier nipples from showing beneath her school shirts. His lips brushed her neck and Ginny watched transfixed as Tom did the same thing to her mirror image, making the other Ginny shiver. If Potter really wanted you then he would have had you at the earliest opportunity Ginevra. He whispered softly too her. I suspect that you practically threw yourself at him only to have him turn you aside. It wouldn't have taken long too show you how much he truly cared for you, couldn't he have spared a few hours? Potter's been somewhat busy. She retorted coolly. If I wanted to make you offer yourself to me it would be simplicity itself Ginevra, any number of spells could force you to your knees and have you beg me for, and it would take no effort at all to slip a little potion into your food and water that will make your body burn and ache for my touch. I might just do that so that you understand the power that I have over you... but I will not take your virginity, I will not fuck you properly until you beg me for it, without any magical coercion. Ginny was slightly reassured that he still didn't intend to use force... but only slightly. I suppose you think that's jolly decent of you. She replied scathingly. Although the voice was a high pitched rasp once more, Ginny recognised Tom's inflection. Fortunately Voldemort didn't attempt what the couple in the mirror were now doing. Ginny had enough brothers to know what naked boys looked like but had never seen an erect phallus before and couldn't help examining it from a purely anatomical perspective. It was much bigger than she had thought it would be, since her own orifice was so very small. She knew the principles behind oral sex but to see Tom slack-jawed with lust while her own head bobbed on his penis was a little too much of a revelation. Voldemort made her watch until Tom had cum, spraying the other Ginny's face in some bizarre ritual that she couldn't begin to guess the significance of. The mirror disappeared and Voldemort released her. Ginny stepped away, already feeling sullied by her latest ordeal. In the hall you will find a house elf to escort you to your room, any food or drink that you need will be brought to you. However they have been instructed not to do anything for you beyond that, you will not be permitted to leave that room without a Death Eater escort and even then only to be brought to me... However I see no reason for you to be treated poorly, you will be well cared for while you are here. Ginny took in the rest of the room, scanning for the door. Her gaze landed on Bellatrix, who she had completely forgotten was still there. The other witch was no longer mutinous but utterly bereft. It was obvious that she had still entertained hopes of becoming Voldemort's 'queen.' Ginny regarded Bella levelly, clearly conveying that if Bella could turn Voldemort aside from Ginny, she'd be doing them both a favour. Bella was however - unless within cursing distance of her Dark Lord - a complete and utter law unto herself. Ginny still couldn't believe how little Voldemort 'got' her but then what he had found in her mind was second hand. He hadn't lived through Tom's possession of her. She met his gaze once more, refusing to cower before him. What you offer me is not what you offer the wizarding community, Voldemort. She said quietly. She would never call him 'lord.' Magic is magic, whether is manifests itself in your 'pure bloods,' 'half bloods', muggle borns... or even goblins and house elves. All sentient magical people and creatures should be treated with dignity and respect. If you knew me as Tom did, you would know that I could never accept such preferential treatment while great swathes of the wizarding community suffered. She turned on her heel and strode out to meet the house elf as though she was completely at ease in her underwear. Let him strut and posture and let Bella get jealous. Someone, somewhere must be trying to free her. She followed the house elf without protest and found a light meal in the room she was taken to. Ginny clothed herself in a bed-sheet and had the house elf taste her food. The elf was quite clearly offended at the notion that it might be poisonous and Ginny had no clue whether poisons or potions affected house elves but it was the best she could do. For the hundredth time she told her that she was somewhat safe while Voldemort had plans for her and bolted the meal before she could agonise further. After that she curled up in the bed and cried, desperate to know where Harry was and what was happening to him. She had not allowed herself to try quizzing Voldemort. If he told her anything beyod the most basic it would be a lie and she would not give him the great pleasure of seeing her heartbreak.