To my sweet readers, sorry for slacking. Life gets hard, sometimes we lose our creativity and our drive. A mental health break was needed.
I sat waiting in my room, waiting for him to appear or Severus, or Narcissa, someone, anyone. As I sat gazing out the window there was a pop noise, I turned my head and Voldemort was back. "You will give up your child at birth, renounce your marriage to Severus and you will become my bride and give me an heir." I sat motionless waiting for him to continue. "You want me to give my happiness up when you have witches throwing themselves at you, who could give you an heir." He strode across the room and stood behind me as my gaze never left the window, "none of them hold a candle to you my dear. You were destined to be my queen, in fact there is a prophecy that you shall burn the world and rule what shall rise from the ashes." I blinked, "I make my own future." He placed his hands on my shoulders, bent down, and kissed my neck gently, "you will concede or they will both die." He left and I released the breath I had been holding.
A week passed since that day and I have not left my room, I've only ate for the sake of my growing daughter, I have had no visitors, no letters, no contact besides a single elf who is extremely unkind. I knew time was ticking and eventually I would run out of time and a decision would have to be made. I felt a flutter in my stomach, almost as if my daughter was trying to calm the growing anxiety that was sending me into turmoil. Another week passed then another, eight weeks had passed before he came back and by then my daughter made her appearance abundantly clear. At week nine he returned, "Severus has married another. Your marriage is null and void, your daughter a bastard in high society." I didn't speak, it had to be a trick right? Right?" I waited for him to leave and was handed a ballgown, "put this on after high tea, you'll be accompanying me elsewhere." I looked at it, there is no bloody way I was fitting into it. When tea came I drank my cup slowly enjoying the soothe I got from the tea. I felt a strange sensation I stood in the mirror, I watched as my body changed, my stomach changed back to my prepregnancy size. I felt no pain but part of me knew my daughter was gone. I wanted to scream and cry, I wanted to fall apart but I couldn't. I couldn't feel anything, I was numb.
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A team of elves came in and helped me bathe, my hair was charmed into an intricate updo and I was tied into the dress and the cape clasped, dainty black heels were slipped into my feet with an obvious charm for comfort. I watched myself transform into I guess, his queen. With a pop I was alerted to someone else in the room, I looked into the mirror and saw him, "my my Sophie you are a vision my dear." I didn't respond, my sadness evident on my face, he pressed a kiss to my neck, "play your part well tonight my dear." He held out his hand and I took it, linking arms we left the room and began to descend the staircase. I heard voices, "my lord, I can't do this." He chuckled and turned towards me then pulled me into him, "are you going to give Severus' bride the satisfaction of your absence? Thats not the Sophie Potter I know." He did have a point. I put on my Slytherin face and made my own entrance.
Severus was there with a beautiful witch. Long blonde hair, definitely fake boobs, others were drooling at her until I entered the room, at my entrance attention did not leave me, "friends friends thank you for joining us in our celebration of our union." The witch wrapped herself in Severus' arms and he allowed it. He had a bored expression on his face as he stroked her arm. I was angry but he'll regret the day he didn't fight for me. As people began to mingle and say their congratulations to me Narcissa made her way and hugged me close, "well this is unexpected." I nodded, "her name is Celine. Pureblood, nasty thing if you ask me." I giggled and noticed Voldemort speaking to Severus, I smirked at Narcissa and walked my way over there and kissed his cheek sweetly, "darling there you are, I turned around and you simply vanished." He wrapped an arm around me in a possessive manner, "Mrs. Snape, I don't think you've had the pleasure of meeting my wife Sophie." She appraised me up and down and smirked, "Celine Snape, my I didn't realize how young you are Miss Potter." I arched an eyebrow, "Mrs. Riddle. Your queen technically. Now Severus and Celine if you'd excuse us, I have a need only my lord and husband can satisfy." Anger burned in Severus' eyes the same way lust burned in Voldemort's.
We pulled each other into my room and he ripped my dress off as I all but ripped his robes off, "now Sophie this is more like it." I rolled his eyes. I pushed him onto the bed and began my assault on him, he murmered a fertility spell, I didn't care, I needed to feel something and I did. I gave myself to Voldemort, I gave him everything.
