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AN: Sorry for the long wait between chapters. My beta had issues with her internet connection. I have several chapters already written and beta-ed so this shouldn't happen again. Thanks go out to my beta Minako who works hard embellishing the story and correcting my crappy grammar! You're the bee's knees! Translations and footnotes listed at the bottom, credit goes to Dragon Flame Sindarin Program and Arwen-Undomiel(dot)com for the translations. If you have the time please leave a review, it will give me an inking on whether my virgin fanfiction is satisfactory or not. I would appreciate it.

Disclaimer: I do not in any way own or make any profit from either the Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings franchises/characters... All respective rights to Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling and all respective rights to Lord of the Rings belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. I just like to screw with their worlds and create complete cluster fucks!

Chapter 3- Devious Salutations

"I could corrupt you
in a heartbeat
you think, you're so special
Think you're so sweet
what are you trying
don't even tempt me
Soon you'll be crying
and wishing you'd dreamt me

You'll be calling out my name
when you need someone to blame

I could corrupt you
It would be ugly
they could sedate you
But what good would drugs be?
Put my hands on your hips
it would be too much to
Place my lips on your lips

You'd be calling out my name
begging me to play my games"

-Corrupt (excerpt) by: Depeche Mode

(LVPOV)

I had been waiting for this day, for what seemed like months. No, more like years. Today was the day I could take everything that was right in the world and possess it. I knew it was coming and I could hardly contain my exhilaration. The peons I call followers knew something was off about my behavior. I tried to conceal it as best I could, but failed miserably. I had been restless and impatient, being especially quick to dole out any number of curses and jinxes to anyone who might even have the nerve to try and annoy me.

All I could think of was the lingering memory of her. The memory consumed me, and had been for countless years. But, like all memories, they were slowly fading. I couldn't have that. In response I acquired a pensive to save them all in, and kept them hidden from the world. That pensive filled with my secrets was my sanctuary should I ever needed one. Not even my sweet Nagini knew where it was hidden. I carefully kept my thoughts concealed when around her, to not raise any suspicions. It was mine and mine alone. She was mine.

I was completely taken aback when Severus approached me about my strange conduct. He was always sharper and braver than the others. These characteristics were two of many reasons why I found him so valuable.

*Flashback*

I was sitting in the drawing room having just finished conducting a small meeting with my inner circle. I stayed behind with Nagini, and waited for the rest to depart. I noticed that Severus hadn't stirred. It was as if he was waiting for the rest to leave too. Knowing he wanted a word I slowly turned towards him and began to speak.

"Severus was there something you needed?" I asked slightly vexed.

"Yes my Lord," he said. "We've been noticing that you've been, well, distracted for the past few weeks. If there is something that you needed assistance with, you need only ask, we live only to serve you." He spit out the words quickly, but with his same dull drone.

"Very astute, Severus, and since you were the first who had the backbone to question me about it I think it is you who will help me get what I'm looking for." I decided aloud.

Yes, Severus was the ideal person. He was unendingly loyal and trustworthy. So very few are.. He works around children so he would know how to handle her and keep her calm. He would make sure no harm would come to her. I needed her whole and flawless. That's how I always remembered her, immaculate. He could obtain her for me. If I went myself it would be no doubt catastrophic. My appearance would be a shock to anyone, let alone a sixteen year old girl. She was far older I knew, many years my senior, even now, but perpetually ensnared in a teenager's body. Yes, how very perfect she was.

"A girl will be stranded in a few days at Hampstead Heath Park in London. I need you to recover her for me." I said.

"A girl?" he asked bewildered.

"Yes, a girl, she'll apparate in the middle of the park, I presume. You'll have to be careful muggles will be swarming the place."

"If I may be so bold as to ask; but why this girl in particular?" Severus inquired.

"She's special, and it would be in our interest to acquire her first before the ministry gets wind of her." That would be disastrous. The ministry would certainly try to send her back. I couldn't have that, no, I have to reach her first. Damn the ministry.

Knowing that any further questioning might rile me Severus sat in silence pondering my assignment over. Surely he was questioning why I would be so interested in a girl.

"I know you're wondering why the sudden interest. So let me clarify it for you. She's not from this time, something or someone has sent her here, and she is in need of our help. Now being the benevolent Lord Voldemort that I am, I don't see why she shouldn't seek shelter here. I want her under my watch at all times."

He stared blankly at me, letting it sink in.

"What makes her special?"

"She is the last of her kin. She is a descendant of the Valor itself. Half-Elvish. A princess in her time; the direct descendant of Aragorn Elessar, King of Gondor, a granddaughter I think. She will prove to be very valuable to me. Imagine Severus, the very first, the very best of all magical beings in my custody. The things we could learn from her, magic that hasn't been unearthed in who knows how many millennia?"

"So this girl is an elf," Severus said and then paused for a moment in thought. He looked skeptical.

"How do I know when she'll appear?"

"It will be on June seventh, three days from now, around nine thirty at night. And it is none of your concern how I know this. Simply know that I do. You'll know it's her when you first spot her. Her clothes will give her away. She has long brown hair and grey eyes. She will no doubt look haggard. You need to make certain she is first unharmed. Enlighten her on where and when she is and then deliver her here to the manor. Don't delay. I want her here as soon as possible. I want to meet our new guest." I smiled slyly in thought of our pending reunion.

"Of course, my Lord, as you wish." He bowed deeply.

*End of Flashback*

She was by now safely tucked into bed on the other side of the manor. The horizon was starting to lighten. The deep scarlet and orange hues of the sunrise was covering the landscape of the sprawling gardens in front of the manor. It had taken a little longer for Severus to deliver her here, but that was foreseeable. Knowing the girl as I did she probably put up a hell of a fight at first. She was a hellcat when provoked. I had watched them approach the manor out of the window of my quarters. She was clutching to Severus for dear life. She knew how to play the part of damsel in distress perfectly. This was something I found highly amusing.

I only had to wait a few more hours. What's a few more hours when I have waited over sixty years for this opportunity? Yes, I think I could keep my eagerness in check until then. Tonight she would meet her new master and Lord and no one will be able to separate us again.

*Later that evening*

I sat at the head of the long table in the Malfoy's drawing room. We used this room for most of our meetings. The space was accommodating, and warmly lit by the fireplace directly behind me. Nagini was curled up in the corner napping. Severus was seated to my immediate right. Lucius on my left. The rest were scatted around the table. It was going to be a small meeting tonight. I only wanted those closest to me to be here, only the most loyal. I didn't want too many people privy to the fact that she was here. Bellatrix sat next to Yaxley and looked absolutely forlorn. I had heard about her greeting the night before, and had made certain that she knew of my displeasure. She wouldn't step out of line tonight in front of our new visitor.

"Where is Narcissa, Lucius? I expected her here with the girl sooner." I turned to my left as I spoke.

"She should be arriving any moment, my Lord. She wanted to be sure that the girl's appearance pleased you." Lucius said courteously.

"Good, it shouldn't be long now. Now, to prepare my Death Eaters for her arrival. You must be wondering why I brought you hear to witness our meeting. You'll find that this is no mere girl. On the exterior she may seem like just a girl, but she is completely unique. A few of you know this already, of course. This girl is the last of a race that is the most magical our world has ever created, the beginning of all magical creatures, including us. She is half elf, half human."

A stunned silence spread across the room. I waited a few minutes to let them deliberate. Soon I could hear the cynical whispering. Of course, they were skeptical. I would be too if I hadn't known her firsthand. I was about to interrupt their increasing voices, when the drawing room door creaked open. Narcissa stood in the doorway with her arm wrapped around the girl's shoulders, in comfort.

"Come in Narcissa, and introduce me to our guest," I implored. "It's ok girl we won't harm you. Come closer."

My heart sped up in my chest as she approached. At first the shadows hid her from my view, but as Narcissa steered her my way, the firelight slowly started to illuminate her features. Narcissa halted in front of me still holding onto the girl, who looked pallid in her confusion and anxiousness.

"Narcissa thank you for opening your home to our guest and the benevolence you have bestowed upon her, Lord Voldemort is quite pleased."

Narcissa released the girl and sat down between her husband, Lucius, and her sister, Bellatrix. She left the perplexed girl to stand in front of me. The girl looked everywhere around the room, everywhere but at me. I wouldn't stand such disrespect, not even from her. I reminded myself to steady my temper. I didn't want to frighten her since my appearance has probably already shocked her by now. I pushed my chair back and stood to face her. She finally had the nerve to cast her eyes up at me. No trepidation was written in them. Good, she was fearless and Narcissa had no doubt prepared her for our little reunion.

I reached my hand out to grasp her chin tilting her head closer to mine. Her skin scorched my hand. The texture of it was like silk. Her eyes locked to mine. They were the ethereal and unfathomable grey I remembered so well. The silver and transparent crystal of her tiara was sparkling in the soft glow of the firelight. Her lips were full and looked so soft. I had to fight the urge to run my thumb across them. Her long chestnut hair still held the scent of orange blossoms in the springtime that had haunted me mercilessly. It hung in soft waves down her back. She was a vision of loveliness. The deep sapphire of her corset dress only accentuated the creaminess of her skin. Narcissa had polished her well.

I moved the back of my hand across her cheek and down the column of her neck stopping at her shoulder. She didn't even flinch. She was holding herself in the regality that came naturally to her. I was internally proud that she stood so steady in front of me. It strengthened the faith that I had in her.

"Suilad, Tathar.* I'm sure by now you know who I am. Estannen* Lord Voldemort and these are my faithful followers." I gestured around the room, she turned and followed for only a second until returning her gaze at me. Most would have used the excuse to turn away from me indefinitely. Her unwavering confidence secretly thrilled me. She always was and is infallible.

"Pedich Edhellen?*" She asked astonished.

Of course I spoke it. I spent the years after her departure studying everything about her race, languages and customs. I could be considered an expert in the field of her people and time. Well second only to her.

"Mae, Pelin pedi i lam Edhellen.*" I smirked slightly. I continued my introduction, unfazed by her interruption.

"I'm sorry to hear about your circumstances, and be sure that we will be here with any support you may need. Provisions, edification in the skills you'll need for our world, and companionship if you so choose it; will be accessible for you anytime without the need for compensation." I would hand over the entire earth to her if she requested it of me.

She blushed hotly under my appraisal, her cheeks smoldered to a tempting scarlet color. I groaned internally, I had been in her presence merely minutes and already was enchanted completely.

"Gen hannon*. You are so very kind and I appreciate your aid immensely. If I could think of any way I could show my gratitude for your kindness I would." She stammered. How endearing.

"I told you no recompense would be required. In fact I would personally take it as insult. You're my personal guest and I want to be sure you're well looked after."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I apologize." She looked down bashfully.

I seized her chin again to look into her eyes.

"It's quite alright. I wasn't affronted." I tilted my head to the side and searched her face for any uneasiness. I found none.

"Undómiel* is what your people called you right?" I asked as I brushed my fingertips over the Evenstar pendant that lay on the hollow of her throat. The necklace was a symbolic token of her immortal life, a family heirloom. It was a painful reminder that she was the last of a doomed race. She emulated twilight and was the last of a fading beauty and magic in her world. Yes, the name fit her as well as it did her great-grandmother Arwen. Like a shooting star, blazing across the sky in an explosion of light and wonder only to fall and fade away over the horizon.

"Mae; Nin estar, Tathar Arwen Undómiel, Aranel uín Gondor*".

"So your name would be Willow Arwen Evenstar in our language then?" I inquired, already knowing the answer.

"Yes. I suppose." She knitted her eyebrows in confusion not understanding the turn in conversation. I knew her then as Willow, and it's what I would continue to call her.

"Then it's what you will be called here from now on especially in my presence. We need to make you accustomed to our time and customs. Things have progressed rapidly since you have been misplaced, and we need to submerge you in everything that may prove to be difficult for you to grasp. It will hurry your progress and wellbeing."

She nodded in acquiescence.

"Now everyone here has sworn to me that they will look after your welfare and protect you if the need arises; but there is my own touch I would like to add if you don't mind. Just a simple charm for your protection." I said trying to seem gentlemanly. I would do it with or without her consent. It would protect her unconditionally and not in the way she would expect, knowing as I did from experience.

"Will it hurt?" she stepped back and gasped.

"No, it won't harm you, just stay still."

She turned to look at Narcissa an uncertainty in her expression. She bit her lip so hard that I thought she would draw blood. This charm had to be done. It would guarantee not only her defense, but it would also safeguard my claim on her. She is absolutely mine… She will only know my touch and no other's.

I raised my wand and started to recite the complicated charm. I had searched for this particular charm for years knowing I would be in need of it for this precise day. I searched the restricted section of the Hogwarts' extensive library while still a student, and even did my research while working at Borgin and Burkes, with no luck. It was then that realization struck. I needed to conceive it myself. It took me countless years as I pondered about the mechanics of the charm mostly during my exile in Albania. I needed something to occupy my never tiring mind. I knew how the charm worked and what actions triggered its effects, having witnessed its potency and its efficiency first hand. It was a variation of a fidelity charm, but it would protect her. The charm would attack any individual who attempted to defile her. It would also alert me if it was activated. Yes, a strong and effective charm.

She winced in anticipation and I quickly wondered if she experienced any pain from the massive apparition. The tip of my wand emitted a soft glow; the light suddenly shot out and struck her directly in the chest. She gasped, no doubt feeling its effects. The orange hued glow seemed to swathe her; her breath was coming in sharp gasps as if she wasn't getting enough air. For a brief moment I panicked, was I harming her after all? Soon enough the charm's light faded indicating its success. Willow clutched her throat, and panted for air.

"I thought you said it wouldn't hurt!" she cried out, tears running down her face. She staggered a few steps backwards almost tripping over the hem of her dress. She caught herself on the back of Yaxley's chair before stumbling onto the floor. She righted herself with a disbelieving look as she gritted her teeth.

"Well, since you are the first person I have ever placed this particular charm on, I wasn't quite sure of its side effects. You seemed to have managed all the same."

She straightened her back and glared at me. "You could have suffocated me!" she screamed out in fury. Nagini who had been asleep in her little corner of the room stirred and raised her head. She opened her giant jaw and hissed. She hated to be disturbed. Nagini slowly crossed the room and curled herself around the legs of my chair.

The anger was evident in the girl's eyes. There was my hellcat. Her claws exposed waiting for the chance to sink them into me. Although she was more like an angered kitten and it was laughable to even think she could bring any actual harm to anyone. I chuckled lightly amused at her outburst.

She shifted her eyes to where Nagini was perched. She must have not noticed her sleeping in the corner. She seemed to look remorseful for waking her. Turning my attention away from Willow for a brief moment I faced my Death Eaters. Each were sitting at their places bewildered by her outburst and my obvious amusement. Only she could have gotten away with shouting out at me. Any other and they would have suffered severely. Trying to stay focused I addressed Narcissa first.

"Narcissa, you seem to have comforted Willow since her stay here. I would like you to counsel her in her studies of magic since she is so far behind. She'll need a wand and all of the other supplies needed to learn as well as a mentor. Will you do these things for her?"

"Of course, my Lord; it would be an honor to tutor her. I'll make sure she gets everything she needs. We'll take a trip to Diagon Alley and procure her a wand tomorrow." She pledged.

"Good, Good." I nodded my head. Walking back towards the head of the ornate table I stood behind my chair and gestured to Willow that she should follow me. She hesitated at first eying the snake and deliberating whether it would strike at her or not. I addressed Severus next.

"Severus, I need you to look into the acceptance admissions of Hogwarts and see if her name has ever popped up at any time since its conception. When she's ready to attend I want it to be a quick transition for her. I'm sure you'll find this an easy task."

"Yes, my Lord." He bowed his head.

I faced Willow again, her expression blank now, her emotions well concealed. She was staring right through me and into the distance. Her pupils were dilated slightly. I've seen her zone out before in this manner. I quickly wondered what she was envisioning. I grasped a strand of her hair and twirled it around my fingers while she was distracted. After a few moments she began to come back to the present. Jerking her head sideways she ripped the strand from my grasp. I shot her a menacing glance. Her eyes tightened in retaliation. Oh, I could play this game all night with her, finding her tepid anger amusing; but the evening was getting late and I had other issues that needed my attention.

"Narcissa, could you please escort Willow to her room and make sure she is comfortable for the night?" I commanded while staring down into those deep grey eyes. If I stared too long surely I would drown.

"Yes, my Lord." She got up from the chair and wrapped her arm around the girl. They slowly walked around the long table. When they were halfway across the room Willow turned and said, "I have a question, Lord Voldemort." A cacophony of gasps circled the table, having been taken aback with the casual use of my name.

"Yes, go on, you can ask." I encouraged her. I had a feeling on what she was going to ask.

"Did you send that man to Lothlorien so he could go after me and send me here," she asked, a livid expression on her face. She was looking for someone to blame for her predicament. If only I had, and I would have, but just this once I was innocent. Well, perpetually speaking.

I tilted my head to the side in thought; trying to contemplate on how to best answer her question. She was growing angrier at my hesitation. Her hands were balled up into fists and tears were swimming in her eyes threatening to spill over.

"No, this one time I can sincerely say that I had nothing to do with your departure from your time." I softly spoke. I shook my head ruefully. It was purely by chance that our paths crossed.

Narcissa looked between the two of us and asked, "Will that be all, my Lord?" Sensing the tension in the air, I flicked my head to the side gesturing for them to leave. She grasped Willow's shoulders tighter and turned her away from my gaze, steering her out towards the doorway. Willow glanced back at me one last time before exiting the room. I heard the door click shut and faced Lucius.

"Now Lucius, about Potter and this prophecy…."

AN: So what did you guys think, was he obsessive enough? I tried to make it seem like he had tunnel vision when he was in her presence, blocking everyone else out. Just a quick note, Tom Riddle Jr. won't appear until about chapter 7 or 8, and the warnings for this story really do not apply until chapter 5, if you were wondering why this story seems PG with a NC-17 rating.

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Translations/Footnotes:

Suilad, Tathar = Greetings, Willow

Estannen = I'm called

Pedich Edhellen? = You speak Elvish?

Mae, Pelin pedi i lam Edhellen. = Yes, I can speak the Elvish language.

Gen hannon = I thank you

Undómiel = Evenstar

Mae; Nin estar, Tathar Arwen Undomiel, Aranel uin Gondor = Yes; I am called, Tathar Arwen Undomiel, Princess of Gondor