𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓿𝓮

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"That he has control. Lord Slytherin requested his terms, he has them, he wants me as his wife he has it, he only wants to annoy and scare the light side, because he thinks they care about me when they don't." Stella paused. "I'm really another one of his toys, even if my title was 'his wife'. I'm just his new pet, that's it."

"Master, the future mistress is unconscious on the porch." Tillie informed Marvolo, who stormed past her and to the door.

"Little one, what happened to you?" Marvolo asked himself as he knelt and picked her bruised body up.

"Do I prepare a guest room, master?" Tillie asked.

"No. She'll be staying in my room." He dismissed his personal elf - who dutifully left – with a wave of his hand.

As Marvolo laid her down on his mattress, he contemplated whether he should call her uncles or not, eventually deciding not to, since they would take her away from him, and he wanted to be there when she woke up. After a few minutes of complete silence, Marvolo vanished his fiancé's clothes with a hiss and summoned a healing salve, a few potions, a bowl filled with water and some towels.

Not really sparing a glance at her body, Marvolo cleaned her cuts and bruises before applying the healing salve and giving her potion for the pain and another one so that she could have a dreamless sleep.

With another wave of his hand, Stella had one of his t-shirts on, which probably wasn't a good idea, because she looked sexy as fuck, even with all her bruises.

'Control yourself Marvolo, now is not the time to feel aroused by Stella.' He scolded himself.

Hours later............

Stella stirred in the bed – Marvolo's' bed – which made the Dark Lord quickly kneel beside her, in order to help in anything his precious needed.

"Marvolo? Is that you?" Stella questioned confused on why even with her blurry vision she could see Lord Voldemort.

"Yes, little one, it's me. Do you need help with something?" Marvolo questioned worriedly.

"No. I- How did I get here? Or rather, where is here to begin with?" Slowly the young women regained her vision, and she realized that she was laying on a bed inside a room she'd never been in.

"This is my bedroom, in my manor. On how you got here, I'm not sure. You were on my porch, all bruised up."

Stella looked down. "Did you change me?" She asked shyly and with pink cheeks, weirdly embarrassed.

"Apologies, I didn't feel comfortable with the idea of the elves or anyone seeing you vulnerable." Marvolo justified his actions.

"Ok." Was the green-eyed witches reply.

"We should get you bathed; don't you think?" Marvolo suggested, trying to get rid of the tense atmosphere.

Quinn nodded in agreement, she tried to stand up alone, only to fall onto Marvolo's lap. "Sorry." She muttered as she once again tried to stand up, but this time Marvolo helped her.

Entering the bathroom, Marvolo prepared the bath for his little fiancé, knowing that she wouldn't be able to take a shower. He made a move to leave – not wanting to disrespect Stella more than he already had – only to be stopped.

"Please help me?" Stella gestured towards the shirt, it hurt to bend down even one bit. Marvolo nodded as he reached for the bottom of the shirt to pull it up.

Marvolo prepared to walk away once again when he heard Stella whisper a thank you. "No need, little one."

Inside the bedroom, the Dark Lord finally wrote to Remus Lupin about the fact that his niece was in his manor and that there had been an accident and he would look after her.

A few minutes after, Lord Voldemort knocked on the bathroom door to check that his little one was alright, after receiving no response he entered without permission only to find that she had fallen asleep. Sighing he knelt beside the tub and finished washing her, later he dried her and carried her to his bed yet again.

When he stood up to go to the couch so that he could also rest, a tiny hand stopped him. "Please stay." A half-asleep and half-awake Quinn requested. After seeing that Lord Slytherin hesitated, she asked once more, and this time he joined her.

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