Dark Queens

Dark Queens

For me, it began in my sixth year. For her, it began in her first.

Ginny was saved from the Chamber of Secrets, checked for bodily harm and sent on her way as if nothing had happened. It's a bit hard to believe really, that Dumbledore, after seeing the skill of the diary, could think that there would be no lasting effects from Ginny being possessed for almost a year. The Diary Riddle might have been destroyed, but the original was not. And He was connected to that diary and so he was connected to Ginny.

There was now a darkness in her. A seed of evil, I suppose, although I don't really believe in good and evil anymore. More specifically, there was a part of Voldemort in her, and this shadow called out to the Dark Lord.

She told me it first began in dreams. He is a master of dream-weaving, and once he was fully returned, he began to shape her dreaming towards him. Naturally, it was never Lord Voldemort in her dreams. It was Tom Riddle.

Everyone believed that when he possessed her, she was unaware of it, that she blacked out. That is total rubbish; she told me that she was always there. She always knew what was she was doing. It was just that he was in control. He would suggest and she would have to obey. But even as she painted those words and did those things, he was whispering to her. Even as she lay in the Chamber, he was whispering.

Harry was wrong. Riddle wouldn't have killed Ginny. Given a few more moments, her heart would have stopped and Riddle would have become fully real.

But then it would have restarted. And she would have become part of him.

But Harry won, and Riddle was destroyed.

The whispering continued.

The whole of her fourth year he was whispering to her. Changing her, bringing her closer to him, and she went willingly. There was a dark streak in her already, a carefully buried streak, and all he did was bring it into the light.

Time passed and no-one noticed the changes in Ginny. No-one commented on how, after Voldemort was revived in my fourth year, she suddenly became bolder. More aggressive. She grew stronger with him all that year and by the time Harry fought him in the graveyard, she had been changed forever. In my fifth year, she was almost a different person.

How she kept it from us I'll never know. She went freely into the battle in the Ministry, all the time belonging to him. She had no loyalty to the other Death Eaters for she was not one; Ginny was something special. Ginny was a servant of Riddle and so she had no visible mark. Only a shadow on her soul.

By the time she came to me, she was completely in his power and happy to be so. And me? I had a secret of my own. A dark one, or so I thought. I was in love with Ginny.

She came to me of her own will. Even the Dark Lord has assured me of that. He had thought I was untouchable, too close to Harry for him to turn. She came to me because she wanted me with her.

Our love was not at his bidding. Our love is real and pure, and that I cling to. It is the only truth I have now.

And so we loved, and I loved her so utterly that I followed her through the shadow and I went to her Lord.

I have never submitted to Lord Voldemort. When he comes to us, it is a sixteen year old boy, charming and handsome, who touches us and speaks to us and to whom we give ourselves. We are Tom Riddle's and we have the honour of being the only ones who see him in that form. Of course, we never call him that. He is our Lord.

That first night, he spoke to me as an adult, whilst Ginny touched me and loved me and did the same to him. He made me see that Dumbledore had lied about his true aims. He wanted immortality, yes, but that was a personal goal. His dream is a new society, one where Wizards and Muggles were kept separate. We are more powerful, so we should rule openly. He has no wish to kill them, nor the Muggle-borns. There is no purpose in slaughter. Who would he rule if he killed them all?

I had to see, he said, that having Muggle parents was a handicap. I had started my magical training at 11 and see how far I had come. Imagine what I could have been if my training had began at birth! It was not my fault that my parents were Muggles, but I should not make the same mistake. He outlined how he wanted to breed out Muggle blood. Make the old families strong again. Make every child born equal, and nurtured, and loved for their gifts. If all the children were equal, society could be equal, and we could walk free and proud amidst the Muggles. Be respected. Be powerful.

Ginny watched and smiled and kissed me. We could be together, she told me, together openly. We wouldn't have to hide anything of what we are.

He watched and smiled and stood. He came to me, and touched my face, and I understood why Ginny had changed. He kissed me and kissed her and we were together. I was part of a Trio again, a shadowy union, and I gave myself over to his service.

I returned then to Hogwarts and together we did his work within those walls. Harry and Ron were oblivious to the changes in Ginny and I; it should have been obvious to them but they were too wrapped up in themselves to notice what we did. Earlier, I was pleased for them when they finally realised their true feelings and became a couple. I was not prepared for the alienation that followed. Perhaps if they had paid closer attention to me, things would have been different. But I do not want them to be.

It is quite something to lose your virginity to the Dark Lord. He is an incredible lover, when he chooses to be, and with us he was careful and considerate. We were together - we did everything together - and he made it an enjoyable experience for both of us. Ginny was more pleased than I, for she has a voracious sexual appetite for men, whereas I am not really interested in them.

After this, in my last year, our true usefulness to our Lord was realised. We had a weapon that none of the other Death Eaters had, and it is a weapon much used over the years.

Our sexuality.

Our first conquest was Draco Malfoy. Our Lord was concerned that his allegiance was wavering and so he sent us to ensure the boy's loyalty. Draco's surprise at our betrayal of Harry was nearly as great as his surprise at what we did, in front of him, and for him. That was more Ginny's conquest than mine, for his arrogance meant that he would not use me, but would only allow me to pleasure him. I still can't stand the little git. However, Ginny was magnificent, for she had always desired Draco, and once we were through, he never thought of abandoning our Lord again.

Later, we were given in reward to his father, who refused to touch me at all, but was eager to watch and be watched. I understand that Ginny visits the two of them frequently. This does not bother me, for it is to me she returns. I am the only person she sleeps with, the only person to whom her gentleness is reveals. I am the one she loves.

Time continued, and we both left school to become members of the Order. We were spies for a time, but our Lord decided that we would better serve him elsewhere. However, a spy within the Order was needed, and so we were sent to bring back Snape.

That conquest was mine. Time had given me experience and confidence, and though I desire no man, I am as accomplished a seducer as my dear Ginny. We went together to tempt him, but it was me he truly wanted and it was I who brought him back to our Lord.

Surprisingly, Snape and I have become friends, after a fashion. Ginny and I reside with our Lord, and when he comes, he always comes to me. I have found a fellow intellect in him, for above all else, the man is incredibly intelligent. In those terms, he is my only equal here. We discuss books and other safe, normal things, and we work on Potions. I admit he can still scare me - it is that tone he has, I think - but I have power over him, as he wants me desperately. I use this power. Sometimes I service him and sometimes I turn him away. This keeps his loyalty and though I do not want him, he attempts to please me. A small part of me feels guilty, for his soul is destroyed and he is an empty shell. He is betrayed everything in his life and there can be no redemption this time. There is a deadness in his eyes that is because of me. The least I can do is give him my body from time to time.

Now we had a secure spy again. Snape would remain with the Death Eaters as long as we did. The Order was becoming suspicious, they knew that there was a spy in their midst. Ginny and I revealed ourselves to them and left, leaving Snape in our place. He was proven; he would not be suspected.

The look on everyone's faces when our Lord Apparated to our sides and took us away was priceless. Ginny especially loved it, for it was her family who were the worst affected. Shock, disappointment, grief and terrible pain.

Ginny has found a pleasure in pain that I do not share.

It was Harry who met my gaze as we vanished. I read the guilt there. He knows that if he had spent more time with me, I might have stayed and been a force for good. He cared for me once. Now he fears me. They fear us.

Ginny tells me that the school recommended she become an Auror. I find this amusing, as now she spends her time hunting them down. She is a superb killer, the best our Lord has. We know everything about them, and Ginny uses this in any way she can. She loves the power death gives her. In this, she and Bellatrix often collaborate.

I use my mind to further our cause. I create spells and potions, for various uses, and in this I have no rival. Mostly I improve Ginny's abilities - and my own. Back when I was an innocent, using magic to increase my attractiveness would never have occurred to me. However, we have seen that men are ruled by one thing, and if distracted, are much easier to kill. Ginny has dozens of Potions that flow permanently through her body to make her irresistible, and every inch of her clothing is spun with charms to do the same. Any man - or woman so inclined - is overcome by lust when they see her. Of course she can suppress these magics when she chooses. When she is with me, she is natural. We need no spells for our love.

I find her irresistible anyway. She is tall and slender, with a mane of fiery hair that flows down her back to her waist. She is nothing like me, with my larger and curvier figure, yet she tells me I am just as beautiful. She and I have abandoned traditional clothing in favour of something more fitting to our work. Our Lord is pleased with our choices. We wear normal outer robes, but underneath we have chosen black, mostly leather and PVC, all tight and with a great deal of flesh showing. I would call it a gothic or S&M look. Ginny knows it only as the clothing I designed. The wizarding world has nothing quite like it. In keeping, I have tamed my own hair, using potions and the like to keep it jet black and ramrod straight. We are tired of having to pretend; our appearance reflects the way we feel and we are pleased.

I have not seen any of the Order since I left. Ginny clashes with them frequently, for her family will not use lethal force against her, so she is confident in moving against them. I understand that she has killed many of them; their names are vague to me now, but I know that only Harry, the Weasleys, Tonks, Lupin, Dumbledore and of course Snape are left. Moody was the first to fall prey to my enhancements of her body.

Ginny tells me that she has suspicions about Tonks. She obviously responds to Ginny, yet her self-control is enough that none of the other suspect her. She may be susceptible to turning. However, Ginny and I have never been with other women. Ginny is only interested in me, all her other lusts are male, and while I have found many women attractive, Ginny is all I need. We have mentioned all this to our Lord. Whether he will choose to send us to her anyway remains to be seen. The final battle seems no closer than when we left our innocence behind.

Our other uses remain as they were in our youth. We recruit, we ensure loyalty, and we please our Lord when he wishes to become Tom Riddle again, for a little time. The other Death Eaters recognise our special position. Our Lord favours us above most of them, and after we killed a few, they understood not to challenge us. After all, if they please our Lord, we may be given to them for a time. However, all know that we are the Lord's chosen, his consorts or as close as any may come. They do as we command and cower before our fury.

Our Lord calls us his Dark Queens.

As I said before, there is no good and evil in this world. There is only power and weakness.

We are powerful together.