Thread: A change of heart(Lady/moon)

Voldemort was well aware that the woman was now in the house. he could TASTE her magic, it was floating in the air like a delicate breeze. the others in the house where singularly unaware that there was something special in the house, unaware that the Dark Lord was about to be a very, very Happy man. he simply sat there, listening to Pittigrew, sniveling slime that he was, whimper out his report. his deep crimson eyes flicked to the doorway as Lucius and the woman entered and suddenly everyone was silent in shock. most of them didn't understand what they where seeing, they simply thought that Lucius had brought a girl for their master to enjoy, they where jealous about it too because Lucius was the only one who could do such... personal things and get away with it, save for Severus Snape. Voldemort stood, as graceful as Malfoy was, though he was starting to loo pale and sickly, he was still as handsome as he had been as a child, and just as eloquent. Leave us. it wasn't a suggestion, the room emptied in an instant, several people shooting Lucius glowers or glares for being the Dark Lords favorite. it was all that they dared to do. the last person who had tried to curse Lucius, had found themselves tortured to death, and that was without the Dark Lord being there to see it happen, he'd just heard that Lucius had been attacked by one of his men, had torn through the minds of his followers to find out who, and then cruciod him until he choked on his own screams and died. no, no one would dare attack Lucius, physically, verbally, or mentally. he stared at the woman for a long moment and then his long fingers stroked her cheek, as if touching a child, gentle, careful as if afraid he might break her. so this is her. the Child of Magic that i had hunted for, for so long. Voldemort murmured, examining the handcuffs. muggle contraptions Lucius? Voldemort asked, sounding amused as he stroked the metal around her wrist, changing them into leather so they would not cut into her flesh if she chose to struggle. and this way she couldn't pick the locks, many muggles where capable of picking the locks. Leave us Lucius, you will be rewarded greatly. Voldemort purred, cupping the woman's chin and forcing her to look up, to meet his crimson eyes. but he did not try to probe her mind, no, he would use coercion and bribery, he wanted her with him willingly... or mostly willingly anyway. she would turn the tides of the war even more to his favor. come, child. he whispered, delight in every word. you must be hungry, thirsty, tired and sore. i will have food and drink brought up to your room, and a warm bath drawn for you. the Leather cuffs could not be removed, but with a twitch of his fingers the chain connecting them broke, and long lines of Runes wrote themselves into the Leather. she was bound to the house, she couldn't leave and she was incapable of harming Tom, Lucius, or Severus. Voldemort didn't bother protecting anyone else. he took her hands in his and gently helped her to her feet and led her to her room, the massive place was almost more of a Hotel room, a fancy one. there was a small sitting area, like a living room, a massive bed made of the softest downy feathers, and a deep elegant bathtub in the bathroom that would make soaking every inch of her body easy. there was even a seat in it, so if she fell asleep in the bath, she wouldn't slip down and drown. these will be your rooms during your stay here. you may do whatever you like to them. is this before, or after the Potter Fiasco?