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

The war, what little there had been of it was essentially over. Just a few scant days ago Lord Voldemort had been bending his considerable will towards solving the problem that came from the connection that his own wand had to the cursed Boy Who Lived, fragments of old legends catching his attention and promising a potential solution to the issue but then news had come... it was as good as over now. Apparently Potter and two others had broken into the Ministry of Magic, a seemingly suicidal mission without a purpose but upon looking more closely Voldemort was able to see the point to it all... Delores Umbridge, pure blooded witch and generally unpleasant person even by his own twisted standards, had come into possession of a certain locket, a locket that was once again in the clutches of its rightful owner but more importantly, still intact with all its charms. But in his attempt to get his hands on it Potter had attracted some attention in a poorly thought out attempt to help free the people being questioned by the panels that the ministry had set up, wonderful how even without needing to rule in the open his will was being done so quickly by so many. They all lied to themselves about his return and yet were behaving in a way that would please him just because in their hearts they knew it was true... wizards and witches who might otherwise be considered good and noble people had swarmed over Potter and his friends, alarms were raised... and they were taken alive. And Voldemort had gone to them, in the Minister of Magics office he had been ready to kill a defenseless Potter once and for all when he caught a glimpse of something in his eyes, something he had never seen in their earlier clashes, the slightest hint of himself. An instant before he had lashed out with a killing curse he had realized what it meant, Potter was a living Horecrux, and if killed then it would only serve to further the young fools goals. Of course this had angered him, rage had flared and the curse had still flown but instead of using it on potter the young red headed wizard at his side had fallen dead in the flash of green. Potter and the witch had both howled in rage but Voldemort was beyond being able to enjoy their suffering, he had things to arrange. Potter had to die and soon but first the fragment of his soul would need to be removed and placed into another suitable container. And so he had turned Potter over to a dedicated crew of his Death Eaters, the most loyal and devoted had spirited him away to a location known only to themselves and Voldemort where Potter would be kept alive, if only just and out of reach of a wand that would allow him to escape in any way, the mudblood witch had been turned over to the Malfoy's they had been instructed on what to do with her so that she might be an example of his plans for her kind. Then had come several days of intensive research, Potter wasn't the first human Horecrux and there was a way to fix the problem... it would involve the corruption of an innocent with a connection to Potter, a connection that had to go both ways. Once he had learned of this a few questions had given him the perfect name, Ginny Weasly. It was not a name unfamiliar too him, though he had no memory of it this young witch had encountered a certain diary of his when she was young, a fragment of him using her to cause havoc in the school where she resided. In his mind that, along with the affection that she and Potter reportedly held for each other made her pefect in his mind and her beauty was not a detraction at all. Many didn't realize it about the Dark Lord but despite his appearance he was still very much a man, with all the urges and desires that came along with that. Normally he satiated himself using Bellatrix, but she was nothing more then a living plaything to him... never worthy of any true attention or effort but Ginny might offer something different too him... curiosity had been sparked, ideas had formed... he wanted to live forever and he wanted too rule... but he never said he would be alone as he did it. Companionship was something desired... And so he had sent for Ginny, agents at Hogwarts ordered to have her brought to him right away, the fact that he gave this order even as Belatrix worked her lips and tongue to bring him pleasure meant nothing, she meant less then nothing too him. Now, less then an hour after the order was given Voldemort sat back in an ornate throne, carved from the purest onyx and chased with jade and silver, Belatrix standing just behind him and ready to serve in any way he needed should he ask, but he just wanted to have her there to torment her when the younger witch arrived. A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts and Nagani shifted at his feet, making her way across the room to roam through the rebuilt Riddle Manor at her leisure. Enter. He called out, his voice low but carrying... clearly heard as the door slowly swung open and a clearly unhappy young lady was pushed in before the door slammed back shut.