The Forbidden Ship

Codes: NoSex.

SQ Discord Prompt: Forced Marriage

Furious, Lord Voldemort stared at the letter. It burst into flames, erasing the "Dear Tom Marvolo Riddle" from his eyesight permanently. If they thought they could pull one over on him with this abomination, they had another thing coming. Whose idea even would this have been? Forcing him to marry some Mudblood who was barely of age.

Somehow he didn't think this was Albus Dumbledore's doing, always number one on his list of suspects whenever he got thwarted in any kind of manner, but Dumbledore wouldn't jeopardise the Mudblood since she was far too close to Potter.

No, this had the Ministry's fingerprints all over it. They likely thought of apprehending him upon his arrival to fulfill the terms of the marriage bond.

Fools, the lot.

He'd bonded a tremendously large number of people into his service for quite some time and was certainly a bigger expert on ancient dark marriage bonds than those blabbering idiots at the ministry. Bonds that ancient didn't require a civil servant to host or even his presence in London.

No, all he needed was that little witch who undoubtedly would be terrified and possibly equally pissed at this situation as him.

What would Dumbledore do?

Would he keep the girl at Hogwarts or escort her to the Ministry? Ignoring a summons like this would mean a slow and painful death for the Mudblood. He seriously doubted Albus would choose that option.

All he needed to be ready for was the moment when that little witch would be away from the Hogwarts wards. Once he'd cast the charm to properly claim her as his, she'd be propelled to his side anyway.

Oh, he was going to enjoy showing the boy into full detail how he would take her.

Maybe Lord Voldemort should send the Minister a "thank you" message? Something with a nice curse attached, perhaps?

Time to get all his preparations in order. He whirled his wand around, chanting softly in old Gaelic, activating several runes in a pentagram around him.

When it was done, he sat down, crossing his legs while twirling his wand around absentmindedly. He had almost dozed off when a loud squeak followed by a crash signaled her arrival. Condescendingly, he looked down as she pushed herself up, her hair wafting around her rapidly paling face as she met his red eyes. Her hand flew to her pocket where her wand had been, while she staggered to her feet and took a step back before noticing the runes, stilling abruptly.

Well, at least she wasn't a complete dolt.

A vicious smile grew on his lipless mouth.

"Hello, wife," he said conversationally, slowly rising from his seat, "We're going to have so much fun together, wouldn't you agree?"