On the Wings of Butterfly’s

Rose Chats
By Scotty Always Knows

Diclaimer: I wish I had the geniuses-ness that JKR holds, But maybe someday I will and this will be my work someone is continuing but until then, its not mine so I don’t mean any harm.
Warnings: No Beta.

“I can show you the world, let you know things you will never have known. In this world of dreams and fantasy I can show you the real world, in this time of hate and of peace. I can show you what it all means. I have the means to an answer. Stay with me now to find your way home”

He spoke softly as he walked in front of the line of teens standing before him, his red eyes boring in to each and every one of them.

“You,” He said to the first boy in the line. “Tell me of what you know of my world”

“Your world sir? In your world there is no hate, because we are all one, in your world there is only one breed and that breed is of pure blood. In your world sir, Perfection is not an option, it is something given at birth”

Said the boy standing straight backed as he looked straight ahead as he was taught. In the years after the war the world had lacked anything that was close to what it had once been. The Dark Lord had won the war, when Hermione Granger, Severus Snape, Ronald Weasley and Draco Malfoy had defected to the Dark Lord and planed an attack on Hogwarts. The years after that battle had been complete chaos. No one knew whom he or she was fighting anymore; Light was fighting light dark fighting dark; family’s torn apart and all through the fighting till the very end when Harry potter feel the Dark Lord laughed, as he recruited people by the hundreds.

Looking back to the recruits standing before him he moved to the next person in line.

“What are the three main tools we have that mudbloods do not?”

The boy looked in to the Dark Lords eyes, ignoring his training.

“We sir, the pureblooded Wizards have superiority power and we have you sir!”

The Dark Lord moved closer, his eyes never leavening the child’s eyes.

“You dare look the Dark Lord, you’re ruler in the eyes and think you are not going to get away with anything? You young one, shall go far, but until you do, learn some self-restraint you insolent brat! Cruico”

The Dark Lord cast the curse on the child, as if he was bored. He heard the sound of apparition and ended the curse holding his wand up at the spot where the person appeared. There kneeled a girl not much older then twenty her brown hair falling down her shoulders in waves as she addressed the Dark Lord.

“My lord, I am very sorry to have interrupted you but I must have a word with you.”

He moved forward.

“Very well Mia come with me. Avery, watch over your brats, have them practice Cruico on that one”

He said with a wave of his hand in the direction of the boy who had looked him in the eye. Avery proceeded to do as his lord told him.

“Walk with me Mia, Why do you insist that we must speak child”

The women stood and moved over to her lord making sure she didn’t make any fast moves. As she stood beside him Mia slid her arm in to the crook of his with a soft smile.

“I shall walk with you my lord. Do you trust Avery with the new recruits my lord?”

Voldemort chuckled lightly and patted her hand that was on his arm, and shook his head.

“It is not a question of trust my dear Mia is it power and control. These children have neither and Avery as loath, as I am to admit it has a great deal of control.”

She nodded and then smiled softly.

“My lord, it has been a while since we spoke, how are you faring. Are the potions Severus and I have brewed for you helping with your… condition?”

The Dark Lord nodded slowly.

“They’ve helped slightly, I have less trouble with the ‘s’ when I speak. I wouldn’t mind having my old body back but the improvements you have created have helped greatly. I find it easier to see things with the potion you supplied me last week, although I do have a question about it my dear. Why is it that Severus does not know of the eyesight potions you have been giving or the speech potions?”

Mia gave him a soft look and a smile as she sat down on one of the benches in the rose garden of the Malfoy Manor. After the war the elder Malfoy’s had passed on and left the Manor to Draco and he gave it over to the Dark Lord to train his new requites. Voldemort sat down beside her and looked to her.

“I find that the potions I brew for you are just that; for you. I believe it is a strictly need to know basses; I wouldn’t want the Wizarding world to know if I needed potions to make me speak eloquently. Because they do not need to know, it is nothing to be ashamed of and you know this my lord. It has little importance to our cause. “

The Dark Lord nodded and gave her a soft smile patting her hand as he looked out over the rose gardens.

“Mia my dear, how are things with the Weasley son? Have you two decided on a date yet?”

Mia mad a face that made Voldemort chuckle.

“With all do respect my lord, if he had known who I was when he first meet me he would have had no reason to even be within ten feet of me. It is one thing for a pureblood to turn to you my lord. It is another for a mudblood as me to turn from my world to yours. Sir”

Voldemort’s eyes grew dark, as he held on to her hand tighter.

“Never speak of that again my Mia, in this world you are a pureblood you are
Mia Owen, you are cousin to Me, You are Heiress to my throne, in this world you are My Mia.”

“With all due respect sir, if one were to even check in to anything they would see no such connection in the blood line. I see no reason for you to say such thing. I should be rejected from your ranks and treated as the mudblood I am”

The Dark Lord stood and turned to her his red eyes glaring in to hers.

“Mia, I have no reason to fight with you over this and will not permit you to think such things. You are the only one I would consider giving my throne to. You are the only one other then Harry Potter him self”

A shiver went through the Dark Lord at the mention of Harry Potters name.

“Even if you had a third of the power I hold. I do not find it necessary for you to think of your self as anything but royalty. Now go home to your Weasley and find something other to do then sulk about what you used to be. Be thankful for what you have or I can make you that mudblood whore you are always talking about. Play your roll in this world and you will be treated as the royalty I promised you when you vowed to leave Dumbledore with the rest of them. You betrayed your best friend Mia, be glad you are treated the way you are.”

“I’ve come to tell you something Sir,”

He rolled his eyes and then motioned for her to stand, She did so and slipped her arm in to the crook of his own as they began to walk through the rose gardens once again.

“Do tell then, why you let me get you off track in the first place Mia I do not know.”

She smiled and patted his hand resting on hers

“Because dear cousin, I am the only intelligent conversation that resides in this hell hole we call base camp”

Mia smiled and Voldemort chuckled softly as he shook his head and they walked through the maze that was the roses garden.

“Ronald Weasley, has been out doing some rather indecent things with his pet, I thought you gave him lovegood to satisfy his urges I was not willing to put up with, But as of late I believe he has chosen her to replace me. Which I must say I prefer, but as you have not given me any other choice to share my throne with, which I must say I do not understand. Who would want Ronald Weasley co-running the Wizarding world?”

“I gave him to you, because he was one of the things you requested Mia, I remember that day, you requested me to take away who you were and make you a new person and this I have, I tamed that hair, changed those eyes and made you in to the women you are today. The heiress you are. I’ve made you this person because this is what you requested of me. You made me want you the day I saw you kill Lucious Malfoy with a look. You my dear are a goddess within the body of a Mudblood. You were, now you are that goddess, with golden hair that made Narcissa jealous, blue eyes that make a man\'s knees week and a body that does the same. You are the body and soul and mind of my heiress of everything I would have been if I were able to choose. Other then the fact that you’re female.”


“Thank you my lord”

Mia was blushing as he complemented her; She ducked her head and tucked some of her hair behind her ear.

“You’ve given me everything I’ve wanted and things I never though I’d want but I have needed them and you supplied me with them. I ask you only one thing my lord. Take Ronald Weasley off my hands; take him from me. Let him stay here and help Avery. Let him keep his pet, He reminds me too much of my past lord. He makes me doubt what you have given me.”


“He will be off your hands by nightfall my dear Mia,”

She leaned over and kissed his cheek softly.

“Thank you my lord”

Voldemort smiled and nodded. He then moved her arm from his as they neared the end of the rose garden and walked on to the grass where they new recruits were training. Walking back over to Avery and the boy lying on the ground Mia kneeled next to the boy. She ran her hand over his face that was covered in blood. Her hand coming back bloodless, she sighed.

“He is gone, I find no reason to attempt to bring him back my lord.”

She shook her head and stood smacking the dirt of her black robes that fit her snugly, her hair came to just below her shoulders as she pushed it out of her way. She used to wear it up back in the days of the war, but her lord thought it looked much better down and so she wore it that way. She turned to the lumbering man that was making his way over.

“Goyle take him to the graves, he’s passed, we will have a wake for him in a fortnight with the others. I see no reason to have a separate one.”

The man nodded to Voldemort’s second in command and she turned to Voldemort.

“As lovely as this chat has been my lord it looks as if I have duties to attend. Thank you for the company”

Voldemort nodded slightly and waved her off as he swept back towards the castle Flanked by two boys, which she couldn’t remember the name of.

“Avery a word?”

The man with the black hair nodded and followed her away from the rest of the students yelling over his shoulder at them.

“I want fifty pushups from each of you and I want you to practice your stunning charms”

He then moved closer to Mia.

“What can I do for you My Lady?”

“It is not what you can do for me but what you can do for the cause. We need twelve of your strongest that are ready to join my lord.”

Avery nodded.

“Wait here Miss and I shall get them.”

Mia shook her head.

“I think not Avery, I do not have the time to speak with them now. Half twelve in the library I want them in dress. I do not want them in to house with out looking like proper gentlemen. I want them showered and I want them shaved they will be presenting to the Dark Lord. If one hair is out of place they will suffer what I see fit. Is that clear?”

“Yes, My lady I shall have them at the door at half twelve.”

“You best Avery, It is your arse that’s at stake and trust me. I do not fear slow painful torture. I rather enjoy it.”

She chuckled at his face as she turned and sauntered back to the house.