Black Plague

Chapter 29

The next week we laid out our plan to the masses. They seemed shocked by the way we decided to handle it. But most seemed pleased and maybe even relieved.
We told people to gather near friends and then Voldemort picked subjects for each of them to discuss. In doing this it wouldn't seem strange. People would find it suspicious to see an aristocratic talking to a peddler in Knockturn. We told people to stand in one area talking about a subject them move and discuss a topic of choice. Knowing that everyone probably had an area they found most important, but also wanting to make sure that all subjects were covered well. The people seemed most shocked by Voldemort's topic about Mudbloods not being the problem. And he made sure to mostly pick people who didn't find the subject distasteful for talking about it. But figured a couple people bitching about it was okay. Most people were happy to follow along with the new direction. He had to explain himself again and explain the shift. Many people first wanted to blame me for his change of heart. I eventually knew I had to speak up. I stood up and addressed everyone.
"I have no opinion on the matter. I don't care about Mudbloods one way or another. I think his ideas make sense. But morals mean nothing to me. And muggles and Mudbloods even less. I am being raised by magic hating muggles. I have beat me, starved me, and villainies my whole life. My glasses are a result of being shoved down the stairs and hitting my head so hard that I lost part of my vision. I might add that even after that, they never took me to see medical attention. I have been locked in my bedroom, which is a small closet, for weeks at a time being let out once a day for ten minutes to use the restroom. Unless they forgot, then not at all. I have had to steal just to survive. I hate them. And nobody ever came to my aid. Which has caused me to hate muggles. But I have also been wrong by the light. Dumbles abandoning me on their doorstep, never to check on me again. He steals my money to fund the light cause. No, I trust almost nobody. One of the few I do trust is the Dark Lord. So, I can very much assure you. I have made no pleas for the muggle lovers or the muggles. I care not what happens to them. Like you, I would be just as happy to kill every one of them. But the Dark Lords plan is sound. His ideas flawless. And his reasoning behind his ideas admirable. I trust him to make the best decision forward to advance our cause and improve our world. If he says this is the way we should move forward, I believe him. If he says this is the best way to help our cause, I'm sure it is. And if he says this is going to help our fellow witches and wizards. Than it is."
I sat down pissed. How dare they disrespect their Lord. He was wiser than any of us. Smarter than most of us combined and drive to save this world from themselves. Almost selflessly. And these people dare question his resolve. His beliefs. And direction. It infuriated me. I snapped out of my brooding with Voldemort's hand slowly moving up my thigh and then working its way back down. His hand became my sole focus. He rubbed my thigh for a while, gently pulling every other thought from my mind. I was rock hard, desperate for more. I needed more. His touch almost innocent. And I was sure anyone outside of us thought it was. But his desire radiated through me along side my own. I looked up at him with my eye lids half closed, my eyes reflecting my need. I had to use all my strength and poise not to pant, as my heart pounded and breath caught in my throat. Nothing able to stop the shivers running down my body.
He never even looked at me. Addressing the group and getting everyone in line, with his logic and charisma.
I wasn't able to follow the rest of the meeting. My mind focused only in him, and everything I wanted him to do to me. And boy did I ever want to do things to me. Everything from kissing me, to tying me to the bed and taking complete charge of my body. But at this point I would settle for anything. I just wanted him.

As soon as the room cleared I knelt before him and begged. It went against my character to do so, but I was so desperate.
"Please. Oh gods Please! I need you to fuck me so bad. Please I need you more than anything." I told him desperately.
He gave me a sad smile and shook his head. "Hades we can't. I may make an exception some day. Once you have been proven yourself as my equal. For I never fuck those below me in power. But you are not of age yet. And I can't fuck a child. I won't" I felt tears spring from my eyes. Wanting him with every fiber of who I was.
"Hades. You're still young. Go out there and get lovers, learn your needs and desires. Explore your sexuality. And when you are 16 we can pursue something more if you still want me."
I looked at him with pure need. My eyes still wet with tears. "I will always want you. I can't wait two whole years!"
He brought his hand tenderly to my cheek and cradled my face in his hand. Wiping my tears from my face with his thumb. "You'll need to. I will not fuck you until then. I'm sorry." I broke down into tears. God I had wanted this so bad, and two years felt like an eternity.
"Fine, I will let others fuck me. But make no mistake, I will be fantasizing about you the whole time. If I can't have you in body, I will find someone to replace you. But I will never be fucked by anyone else in mind."
Voldemort chuckled sadly. But nodded in agreement. "I can't control what you fantasize about. Or what you do with your body. Think of me as much as you like. And I will do the same. You'll see, two years will fly by and we can finally be together. If that is what you still wish."
I nodded resolutely. Knowing I would never crave anyone like I did him.
"I love you. I will never love anyone else like I do you. And never will I need someone like I need you. I will wait the two years. But we're joined by our souls and nothing will change. I will always crave being one with you. Of that, I am curtain." I said with complete surety.
"I have no doubt you are right. I love you too. And love was once an impossibility for me. I promise in two years you will have me. And we can finally be one."
I relaxed some. Relieved to know there was an end date and happy at the promise of someday being his. I gave a shaky smile and nodded. "Okay. Are you sure you won't feel cheated if I let others fuck me? Because I can tell you right now, I will hunt down anyone you fuck and kill them on the spot. You're mine. And nobody has a right to you but me." I said possessively.
He chuckled and shook his head. "No, I know this is part of growing up, and you need these experiences. You have desires that need to be met, and I can't meet them right now. It would be unfair for me to force you into celibacy for the next two years. When I refuse to meet your sexual needs." I nodded sadly but agreed. "And if you need your needs met, you can always change your mind. I will always be available. But you aren't fucking anyone but me." I demanded. Nobody was touching my Voldemort. Nobody. "I meant what I said, I will hunt them down and kill them before the end of the night."
"I am not promising you celibacy. But feel free to kill them after I finish with them, if it makes you feel better." My eyes burned with rage at the very idea of someone getting to touch what was mine, and vowed to learn the kill curse right away. Along with every other deadly spells I had in my books. No, a quick death would be too merciful. They would suffer before I killed them.

After talking with Voldemort, I stood in the backyard and began practicing the kill curse. I tried over and over. I allowed all my rage, all my anger, all my hurt to consume me. I focused on nothing but my pain. I smiled as I watched the green kill curse shoot from my wand. I walked around the garden and began throwing kill curses at every moving creature I saw. Bugs, Snails, mice, a couple garden gnomes, anything that moved was dead within seconds. My body hummed with the rush of endorphins. My magic buzzed with delight. My body shook with the adrenaline cording through my body. I laughed manically as I felt black magic flow through my veins like a drug. I now understood why people became addicted. The feeling was pure euphoria. After killing everything I could find I sat down quietly in thought.

How could Voldemort lay with another? I couldn't even fathom it. The thought of being with anyone but him made me feel sick to my stomach. I didn't want anyone to know my body, I hated the thought of being one with someone other than my soul. And the idea of loving another was unfathomable. Yet, he seemed so indifferent to fucking someone other than me. So much so that he told me to find other lovers. I would have happily waited two more years to know what intimacy felt like. Well, not happily. I yearned for him more than anything in the world. But I would have done so diligently. Dreaming of the day I could finally give myself to the man I loved. And yet. While I could feel his love. At least when I was with him. It seemed he almost forgot about me when I was elsewhere. How else could he want to fuck another person? He was always on my mind, and in my heart. My soul always pulled towards him. I found I half watched him throughout my day. It was an afterthought but if you asked I could sit and remember everything he did. Part of me was always focused on him. Just the idea of him being with another made me angry. And having to watch him fuck someone besides me would be awful. Because I could never bring myself to fully tune him out. I was sure I could. But I would never do so.
I sat and thought long and hard about this. It was long past dark when I finally came to terms with the future. It was only temporary. It would be fine. I could live through anything. And I was sure he wasn't actually planning on fucking anyone. He just didn't want the option off the table. After all, it was fair. He demanded I become a competent lover for him. And I would. I would learn all the ins and out of love making so I could come to him ready and prepared in two years.
I yawned and realized how late it was. So I decided it was time to head home.