1 Ginevra 1 Tom 2 Voldemorts 3 Dark Lords

Disclaimer - I own nothing of the HP books or whatever associated, blada blada blada, you know the drill...

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Author's Note:

Creatress: Okay, so this is pretty random...

Tom: It's a surprise present for Ginevra -

Creatress: Har-de-har-har...

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One Tom, Two Toms, Three Toms More...

Tom was gently roused from his sleep to be greeted by the back of his wife's head. He allowed himself a small smile as he pulled his face out of her firey locks and grinned a little more when she turned to face him in her sleep. She pouted a little as she felt around for him for a half a second and gave a small sigh when she finally cuddled up to him.

Tom almost groaned out loud. Gods, she looked delicious, just lying there... With her pale skin wrapped in the black silk sheets, her red hair splayed out against the pillows... But, now, her curves were pressed right up to him.

Tom frowned and gently pulled out of her arms, careful not to wake her, and out of bed. A flick of his wand, and he was cleaned up and dressed and ready to face the world. However, what he really wanted to do was dive back into bed with the Dark Lady and continue where they'd left off last night. Being the leader of a massive organization came with responsibilities, though, and he's already neglected quite a few of them by sleeping until - Tom glanced out the window and frowned at the position of the sun - noon. Besides, Ginny was probably aching from their actions the previous night and wouldn't be too happy to wake up to him shagging her.

Tom almost laughed out loud at the thought. Who was he kidding? She'd whine and pout and complain, but she'd be happy.

He did have other business to attend to, however, and it would give her a chance to rest up, which was also rather important business...

Casting one more longing look at his sleeping princess, the Dark Lord forced himself out of the master bedroom and down to one of Riddle Manor's sitting rooms.

Only six short months ago, Voldemort or Tom or the Dark Lord, depending on who you were, had been resurrected from the diary and had killed his older self. ("He's been getting a little idiotic, hasn't he," was Tom's explanation to his Death Eaters. Not to mention he looked like shit.) He had not been fully destroyed by the basilisk fang as everyone had thought.

Lucius had carelessly left the dark diary lying on the dining table in the manor after Tom's older self tortured the blonde into explaining what he'd done. Fortunately for Tom, Draco's fiance had managed to do the impossible and finally killed the Dumb Blonde Curse the family had obviously been afflicted with. After helping to get her future father-in-law to St. Mungo's, Pansy Parkinson had looked thoughtfully at the diary and started wondering exactly how the Dark Lord could get killed by his own monster. Something just didn't fit in perfectly and the blonde had tentatively opened the book. She flipped the pages carefully, one by one, eyeing the gaping hole the way one would look at a rotting carcass, until she started noticing that the hole was getting smaller with each page she turned. Finally, she reached a page with no hole. The fang (and poison) had not gone all the way through. As uncertain as ever, she conjured a quill and made a small mark on the page. It disappeared. The poison had not killed him; only weakened him. Pansy promptly started screaming for Draco, who'd immediately run to the Dark Lord with what his fiance had discovered. The Dark Lord had brought Tom out of the diary, and Tom had thanked him. By giving him an early retirement. Tom then rewarded Draco and Pansy and almost throttled Lucius for his stupidy, but let him go after his son and daughter-in-law had meekly asked him to. So everyone was happy.

Well, almost everyone.

Back at the Burrow, Ginny had been trying to get closer to the Boy Wonder and had finally managed to sink her claws into him. However, she was quickly getting bored with him. It was a small wonder that she didn't put up much of a fight when Tom had attacked the place. Actually, the Dark Lord could have sworn he'd seen her send a Bat Bogey Hex at Shacklebolt when no one was looking. In any case, aurors were quickly showing up on the scene so Tom had removed his horcrux from Potter (very painful process, hehe - afterward, he'd created two new horcruxes so there were still seven of him around) and, after consuming that part of his soul, prepared to disapparate. At the last second, Ginny had launched herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck and ended up disapparating with him. When they'd arrived at Riddle Manor, Tom had questioned her and she told him she wished to switch sides. A long time ago, she'd discovered that the only times she'd been attracted to Harry were the times the horcrux had made its presence known through him... Like when he laughed at her cruel Phlegm jokes.

Tom would never admit it to anyone, but he had missed her terribly. All those years after her first year that he spent alone in the diary, he ached for her to complain to him about the dimwits around her, tell him her dark secrets... Oh, he missed those... He'd never heard things so dark and so thrilling from a mere child. To his delight, he learned that she was still full them. Also, her physical development was very attractive as well.

There was the extra push that the horcrux that he'd just consumed was just as crazy about her as he himself had been... Well, they were both the same person, but still... Confusing, isn't it?

After spending more time with her, he found that this woman made him feel a way that no one had ever made him feel before. He doubted it was love, major reason being that he doubted such a thing existed. It was still more than lust however. He just felt good whenever he looked at her or thought about her. Also, making her happy grew into almost an obsession. (Maybe he was making up for almost killing her all those years ago?...Somehow, he doubted that was it. He was rarely sorry about anything.) He could be at the brink of world domination - Dumbledore et al. at his feet, a single Avada Kedavra away from being rid of Potter, a single order away from committing genocide against the muggle race - and he would put everything on hold if Ginevra was a tad upset at a broken nail...

Not that Ginevra complained to him about much anymore. She was a full grown witch, and under his tutelage, had learned a whole LOT more. She was now the most powerful woman on the Dark Side - and took glee in providing proof of the fact over and over on Lestrange and Pettigrew. Ginevra didn't really like Lestrange and the Dark Lord had to agree with the redhead when she deemed the older woman "the creepiest little thing ever to have existed." She also liked to play with Pettigrew - no particular reason for this; she'd enjoyed torturing him as a small child when he was a mere rat in the household and found that the activity still entertained her. All of these activities prepared her for taking actions into her own hands when she met a problem. Even if she couldn't solve something, she opted to sulk quietly about it until the solution came to her instead of asking him. If he did find out and solved her problem for her, she'd know... Though she'd be miffed that she couldn't deal with it herself, she would thank him with both words and actions.

So he'd married her. And life was going great.

Tom almost allowed himself a small smile as he neared the room that would act as the meeting room. He opened the door and met the eyes of Alexander Parkinson and Lucius Malfoy.

Let's see how long this feeling lasted...

Both men had been waiting for him since 9:30am, which was when their meeting was supposed to have started. Tom nearly laughed out loud at the thought of the two men waiting for such a long time, but had the decency to only smirk in greeting. The two in the room dropped to their knees and got up when Tom gave them a short nod before scrutinizing them.

"Well?" Tom asked. He didn't waste time with small talk. "Do you have them?"

Malfoy and Parkinson quickly exchanged pained expressions before turning to him.

"We have two out of the six," Malfoy said. He gestured toward a table behind them, where Hufflepuff's chalice and a dagger of Gryffindor's lay. "We'll soon have the other four - "

Tom scowled. "Why don't you have them now?"

"We ran into some problems," Parkinson mumbled.

"But they'll be fixed quickly," Malfoy added quickly. "You should have them by - "

Tom closed his eyes and sighed, angrilly. "Get out," he muttered. He could feel his servants freeze before hastily stumbling out. They didn't need to be told twice. They considered themselves lucky that they hadn't been on the recieving end of a crucio for their sloppy work.

After the door shut behind them, Tom walked up to the dagger and the chalice to inspect them. Both of his horcruxes were in good shape, and, from what he could tell by touching them, strong.

After speculating on his own acts after being resurrected, Tom thought it would be a good idea to take precautions with his own horcruxes. A bit of research showed that if he treated them well and made sure to keep the fact that they were all the same person in everyone's mind, he could avoid the problem that ultimately led to his former self's downfall. So he would have to resurrect the six of them once in a while and donate his precious time to bonding. He had no idea what they would be doing together though... Merely sitting around and talking would yield nothing - they were one and the same person; they shared thoughts. Talking would be of no use.

Perhaps one of his horcruxes had an idea.

With a sigh, Tom gazed at the two objects on the table and waved a hand over them, casting a spell. Nothing happened for two seconds, but then the objects started to glow with a white light. Tom was unfazed as two figures emerged from the objects, stretching their limbs and frowning.

One of the two seemed to be somewhere in his thirties. He looked just as Tom did, but a little older. His dark hair came an inch past his shoulders, whereas Tom's own hair, now pulled back into a loose ponytail, barely grazed his shoulder blades. But his skin was still pale and smooth, and his eyes were just as cold and dark.

The other man looked to be in his fifties, but was still quite handsome. His own black hair was pulled back as Tom's was. His cheeks were a bit more gaunt, and that was really the only thing that could be placed about his age. There was something mature in the way he ... existed ... Something that one couldn't place, but he was mature, though he looked young as ever.

Wasting no time with familiarities, Tom looked at the two. "This is certainly interesting," he muttered.

"You know we feel the same way," the thirty-year-old said, wryly.

Three smirks flashed identically across their faces for a few seconds.

"You don't have anything special planned for us," the fifty-year-old stated, off-handedly. He furrowed his eyebrows a bit as he looked at the Dark Lord.

Tom almost scowled. He may look the youngest of the three of them, but he was by far the most powerful. He gave the man a scathing look. "I shall think of something," he growled. "While I do, you are, of course, free to explore the manor."

"What about names?" the thirty-year-old asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Our name will not be spoken," Tom answered, immediately. "You'll both be known as Lord, just as I am. Punish anyone who disagrees."

The two men before him gave him twin smirks before exitting the room.

Now alone, Tom raked his mind for something he could do to keep his selves happy. They were just like him - not easily satisfied. This would prove to be a problem indeed. He let his eyes run idly around the room, looking for inspiration and found none in the furniture, the paintings, the decor in general. Growing almost angry at the room, he turned on his heel and started stalking out. He strode purposely through the manor, not meeting anyone. The vibes he emitted let every servant - elf or wizard - know that the master was in a foul mood and was not to be bothered. He finally made it to the balcony and as soon as he entered, he saw something that bettered his mood a little. Just a little.

The balcony was decorated with roses so deeply red, they looked almost black. The flowers, vines and thorns climbed up the railing and some of the walls. And there, dressed in magnificent robes of a deep, forest green trimmed with black, a pair of scissors in one hand, a bunch of roses cradled in her other arm, was the Dark Lady. Her crimson hair fell forward to hide her face a little, but as soon as he made his entrance, something about her changed to let him know that his wife was well aware of his presence.

As he walked onto the balcony and moved closer to her, she placed the scissors down on the edge of the white railing and turned to face him. A small smile flittered across her pink lips, but he caught it, before she dropped into a full curtsy. It was old French style, and she was almost sitting on the ground, the skirt of her robes in an elegant circle around her. "My Lord," she murmured, glancing timidly up at him.

Tom took a moment to look her over. She would have a lovely picture just then... Her scarlet locks glistened in the sunlight, her cheeks were rosy, lashes long and dark, her lips so red and shiny and inviting...

As this last thought registered, something occurred to him. A little idea on how he might be able to entertain his horcruxes during their stay... A very good, appealing idea...

He gave his wife a small smirk. "Get up, Ginevra," he said, voice low but commanding. When she did, he took the roses out of her hands and put them on a nearby table. He took her hands and brought them to his lips, kissing them softly.

Her chocolate eyes met his dark ones, and she smiled up at him.

"You love me, do you not?" he asked her.

"Yes, my Lord," she answered.

"Then you would help me with a bit of a problem I have?"

Ginevra smirked a little at this. "Of course," she replied, readily.

The Dark Lord gave her a small smirk and pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply. "I knew I could count on you," he said.

End of Chapter 1

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A/N

DUN DUN DUN!!! Guess what's going to happen!!!

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