Voldemort returns and is intent on revenge, preventing the prophecy from coming true and ensuring his reign over the wizarding world. But everything changes when he realizes the girl who lived, his ultimate nemesis...is actually a Horcrux...
Voldemo...
After the meeting with Severus, Voldemort apparated Hadria back to his dimly lit bedroom. The air crackled with tension as they materialized, and before she could react, he pinned her against the door, looming over her, his eyes ablaze with something she couldn't quite decipher...an amalgamation of anger, curiosity, and desire. His lips curved into an ominous grin, and Hadria's heart raced. She was trapped, pinned and yet, a part of her welcomed the danger.
"Hadria," he began, his voice a calm but stern purr.
"It was not wise to leave traces of yourself behind." His fingers brushed her cheek, and she shivered.
"I told you to take everything."
His proximity was suffocating, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body. If she had been anyone else...he would have already unleashed his wrath. Torture, punishment, swift and merciless. But with her, he held back. For now.
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Hadria winced as his fingers tightened in her hair, a painful reminder of her vulnerability. She had never expected her simple note to evoke such a reaction. But then again, nothing was simple when it came to Voldemort.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I didn't mean any harm by the note. I just...figured I'd probably never see them again."
Her family...the Dursleys...were far from warm, but they were all she had. The only remnants of a life she had left behind.
His eyes bore into hers, and for a moment, she glimpsed something beyond the cold facade...a flicker of understanding, perhaps. His grip loosened, and she exhaled, relieved.
Without hesitation, he cast a muffliato charm, ensuring they remained unheard by prying ears.
Voldemort moved with a fluid grace, crossing the room to sit on the couch. His presence was both magnetic and dangerous.
"Come here, my dear," he beckoned, his voice a low murmur. His finger curled, and Hadria hesitated before inching toward him. She settled beside him, her heart pounding. What game was he playing now?
Before she could protest, he pulled her over his lap, his touch both possessive and punishing. His intentions were unclear...punishment or something else entirely...but she couldn't deny the heat that pooled low in her belly.
"You test my patience," he murmured, his breath brushing her ear. "Your defiance intrigues me."
His hand rested on her backside, and she tensed. "But remember this, Hadria: I am not a man to be trifled with."
His words hung in the air, a warning and a promise.
"Wait what-"
"Hadria...the sooner you take your punishment, the sooner it's over." He said calmly with a small curl to his lip.
"You really mean to...to..."
Oh my god...this CANNOT be happening...
He hiked her dress up high revealing her black panties with lace trim bringing a smirk of amusement and desire to his face.
