Gone Twisted

"Ah, Ashlin!" the voice behind the desk said as she opened the door and walked into the office that had been her torture room for the last few days. "I may all you Ashlin, correct? I think Ash sounds to boyish to belong to such a beautiful girl," the snake-like man asked her, as he motioned for her to come nearer.

"Of course, my lord. You may call me whatever you want, as long as it isn't too insulting," she said with a smug smile on her lips. She know it was probably a stupid idea to prompt him like that, but she needed to see where her boundaries lay if she wanted to get through this scheme.

Looking at the girl a bit surprised, Voldemort smiled before turning towards one of the shadowy corners, "Wormtail! Get the girl a chair," he ordered and the rat-like man hushed from the shadows, getting the girl a chair. "You can leave now," Voldemort added when the chair was situated next the his own.

"But, my lord," the rat tried to reason.

"I said, you can leave now," Voldemort repeated in a tone that didn't let room for any discussions and the small man fled the room.

"Most of them are such nuisances," the man told her with a sigh as soon as the door closed behind the rat.

Ash looked at her new master and nodded, "I can believe that, especially if most of them are as stupid as that little fellow," she said and studied the man in the chair in front of her from the corner of her eyes.

The Dark Lord laughed at her comment, "No, thankfully Wormtail is unique."

"I'm not so sure there, I know a couple of those people that call themselves your followers, most of them aren't the brightest lights around."

"Like whom?"

"Oh, I don't have time to name them all, but for example Bulstrode, Parkinson, Greengrass."

"I've heard about your little fraud with Parkinson."

"Wow, I thought a lord such as yourself had more important things to do than listen to the complaints of a brainless girl."

The Lord laughed again, "Yes, your right, but I love the hurt faces that these broken hearted girls portray."

Ash bit her teeth together, "I hope I was able to bring you joy as well then?" she spat in a fake friendly tone, smiling at her new master.

"Oh, I definitely enjoyed that," the man told her with a small smirk playing on his face.

Ash didn't comment at his words, only stayed quiet, trying to cool down again.

"Will you ever forgive me?" the lord asked her, in a tone of voice that highlighted the fact that this whole scheme, the whole situation that ruined her relationship with Draco was only a joke for him.

Closing her eyes, she imagined a face in front of her inner eye, a face that helped her calm down; high cheekbones, dark skin and long, chocolate brown slanting eyes that saw right through her every thought...

"Zabini, huh? Your new lover? I must say you do change then quite quickly," the hissing voice next to her interrupted, shocking Ash.

"H-how did you?" she asked with an shaking voice as she stared at Voldemort in fear.

"Legilimency," he told her smugly.

"I should have known," she answered in return and instantly built up a wall inside her head.

"Ah, you have the skill of occlumancy," Voldemort hissed, pleased at her seemingly easy usage of the skill.

"I'm a bit rusty because I haven't used it in quite a while, but yes I can use it."

"Legilimency and Occlumancy are a speciality of Slytherins, did you know that? We find it much easier too perfect this skill, compared to Gryffindors or Ravenclaws," Voldemort hissed at her and laughed, but then abruptly stopped, small talk was over. "Now, tell me about Potter and his little friends," he ordered.

"What do you want to know?"

"Where are they?"

"I have no idea, last time I saw them they were safe and sound in Hogwarts."

"What do they know?"

Ash hesitated, "That you're a delusional psychopathic monster and want to rule the world," she answered after a couple of seconds.

Pain flashed through her body, unbearable pain that she was slowly but unwillingly getting used too. "I'm not delusional, nor am I an psychopath."

When the pain subdued, Ash snickered, "Using the Cruciatus Curse, just because you don't like what someone said, isn't a sign of mental instability?"

Another flash of pain, but Ash was prepared, forcing her mouth to stay shut, she took his curse head on.

When the pain subsided however, she snapped into despair, "Why don't you kill me?" Ash gasped once she could speak again, not caring what would happen. "Why don't you just put me out of this misery?" she screamed when the pain subsided into a faint pounding.

"You just don't understand. You were infected by those words of the Muggle-lovers you call family," he said calmly, "I'm just trying to help you!"

Ash laughed out loud at his words, "Help me?" she laughed, "Help me? If you really want to help me, then kill me this instant!"

Voldemort smiled, "I can't do that, my little one," he snickered, "you're too precious to me."

Ash pulled a face at him and glared, as she sat back down on her chair, like a child that didn't get the candy it wanted.

"Oh, don't be so upset, my love," Voldemort chuckled to himself as he bathed in her misery. "You'll come to understand me and my ideas in no time."

Ash didn't say another word to her tormentor as he started reading some letters and answering them, giving his people the newest orders, that would either send them into prison or death.

"May I go?" the quiet girl next to the working man asked after a long period of silence.

"No, I want you to stay by my side as long as possible."

"Harry won’t be coming for me, you know."

"Oh, my little Ashlin, that is where you're wrong. He will come for you, I know he will."