The Humanity In You, The Darkness In Me

'' So, this will be our little secret, won't it girly?'' Fenrir rasped as he belted his trousers.

Azriel did not respond, immolating Greyback with her stare.

''Now, now. Don't be sore about it,'' He stated with a wry grin, pointing his wand at her person as his eyes sparked roguishly.

''There's no reason you ought to be. I felt you cum with me, after all. ''

The werewolf stepped toward her, exposing razor sharp fangs with an odd, lascivious smile.

''None of your wizarding tricks or imagined pure-blood superiority can ever shield you from the fact that you enjoyed it. Having me inside you,'' Fenrir pronounced with delight, his eyes dead center on her form.

Azriel felt her insides go cold. A small, minute part of her had enjoyed the act of her violation. It was almost so hidden that it evaded her notice, yet the sliver of delight resided within her nonetheless. She had been shocked by it's inception. Shocked that such foul treatment could incite so volatile a force.

''Don't you dare think for a moment I enjoyed one second with you.'' She snapped, trying her best to maintain her composure despite her aching head. Of course,the wolf had allowed her a healing potion for the wounds she'd incurred, and while she was glad of that, she knew it was only to mask the evidence of her rape.

''Besides,'' the auror remarked cooly as though they were conversing of the weather, '' You don't want to keep Voldemort waiting.''

Ruminating on this, Fenrir approached her, squatting down to bring his face fully level with her own.

''Now let's get this straight girly. You can lie to me all you like, that's fine. But facts are facts. Fact is, you're in denial.However,'' Fenrir rose from his position, never letting his wand leave his target, '' you won't speak of this to Voldemort. Because if you do....'' he let his voice trail off menacingly.

''Please,'' Azriel scoffed, unable to stop herself from being overtaken by the hatred that boiled within her veins.

''You bring me to Voldemort and I'm as good as dead anyway. There's no use in lowering yourself with unfounded intimidation tactics. Tell you what, you let me go and we'll get married - some place real nice. How about that?''

Fenrir chuckled,''You're a funny one. They said you were an odd witch, and you certainly don't disappoint. Too bad I can't keep you. You'd make a nice addition to my pack of mates.''

Azriel shuddered, ironically thankful that he, for the moment; answered to Voldemort. She certainly had no designs on being made a werewolf.


'''I suppose this concludes our conversation,'' Azriel murmured, dusting off her corset and cloak wordlessly as she donned them. She could feel Fenrir's eyes running over her body, and a slight unconsious shiver ran it's course over her flesh.

The lycanthrope's notorious reputation had spoken volumes of his character, and Azriel had always reflected on how horrible it would be were she to have to meet him in person. Naturally, these daydreams always ended with her being victorious over the situation. Perhaps she put too much faith in her intellect alone, for she could never have imagined a turnout quite like this.

''Just because you're pretty, I'll let that one slide girly,'' Fenrir smirked, at ease now that dominance had been established.

Her face quirked. Bargaining wasn't going to work with him. She knew Greyback wasn't stupid, off his rocker
perhaps, but he certainly wasn't stupid.

''Now would probably be a good time to say your prayers,'' Fenrir said quietly, almost reflectively; as he gestured with his wand at the entrance to the cave.

''Come on, let's go.''

With a solemn air, Azriel rose to her feet, studying the werewolf with as much dignity as she could muster.

'Perhaps...' she mused, a curious thought flashing across her mind.

' I may be incorrect, but only time will tell.'

The tall man prodded at her with his wand as the wind howled mournfully.

The blizzard showed no signs of relenting. It was a good cover for their approach.


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''Nex Necis.''

The passageway slide open with a groan, as though protesting the entrance of it's occupants.




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He was walking through a field of lilies. This confused him. Why was he here?

Shouldn't he be doing something, like studying?

At least he was alone. He despised being interrupted, or spied upon. In fact, it was quite safe to say he reviled human company of any kind. After all, he had worked so hard to convince himself he was not
human, until finally his heart, shuddering beneath the onslaught of so many attacks, perished, and was no more.

In the end, it isn't true what they say. People always get what they wish for, the thing of it is, sometimes the things they wish for are the very things that destroy them.

He stared out across the open field, feeling slightly uneasy, like a shark out of water.

He felt exposed.

It wasn't like him to feel this way, it wasn't like him to feel....



Voldemort awoke with a jump, a sepulchral gasp escaping from between his porcelin white lips.

He rose from the four postered bed, calmly pouring himself a glass of blackberry wine to soothe his nerves.

The dream disturbed him. Ordinarily he didn't dream much, and when he did, it had never been like that.

He wondered if it was an ill omen, and then chided himself for even entertaining such an absurd query.

He didn't believe in omens after all. He crafted his own fate.

A rap at the door broke his thoughts, Voldemort bringing himself to a full state of awareness.

Naturally, he already knew precisely what Snape was going to say, would say; because he had been expecting it. Sensed it. As he had once spoken, ' Lord Voldemort knows, he always knows.'

''You may enter.''

The large oak door swung open, Severus Snape stepping into the gloomy bedchamber with the air of a man who bears important news. He bowed deeply, his robes grazing the cool marble floor as he did so.

'' My Lord, it seems the auror has been captured.'' Snape orated, arising from his bow.

Voldemort looked on him with a self-satisfied smile.

'' Ah yes, yes Severus. This pleases me greatly.'' Voldemort pronounced softly, the candellight flickering off of his pallid flesh.

''Prepare the banquet hall Severus. Tonight, we feast.''