Through A Glass, Darkly

I remember when we triumphed.

It was on the field of the Last Battle. Ron and I trailed behind Harry, our wands out. We stepped over corpses of both friend and foe, clad in our school uniforms sans robes. Our white shirts were stained with fresh blood that was not our own. Voldemort had just fallen, and the remaining members of the Light were crying and hugging each other. Idiots. They had no idea what was about to hit them.

Dumbledore walked towards Harry with that damned twinkle in his eye that disappeared the moment The Boy Who Lived's wand pointed at his wrinkled throat. "Avada Kedavra."

Gasps and screams escaped all who saw us as the Headmaster's body fell to the ground in a flash of green light. The smile on Harry's face made a few Professors stumble back, and I couldn't stifle my laugh.

"I'm tired of being manipulated and led around like a child," Harry spat, "I fulfilled the prophecy and now I will get what I want. My friends always stayed by me, and they will be rewarded for their loyalty. If I can kill the strongest wizards of our time, I can kill anyone who stands in my way."

With that, the soldiers of the Light fled. They ran, Apparating with loud pops and disappearing into the night. We had won.

The Death Eaters Dumbledore had captured looked at us, fear in their eyes. Lucius Malfoy stepped forward and fell to one knee. He pledged his loyalty to Harry, the new power in the Wizarding world. One by one, the other Death Eaters kneeled, and with a wave of his wand, Harry freed them from their bonds and allowed them to collect their wands.

"Apparate to the Grand Hall in Hogwarts. We will discuss the changes that will be made around here."

Harry had congratulated me earlier for shattering Dumbledore's wards, and gave a small bow of his head before we Disapparated.

That was six months ago. In that time, we have gained both power and followers, making our home in the now-repaired Hogwarts Castle. Harry had thrones made for the three of us, and they now dominate the Great Hall. Other things have changed as well.

Ginny joined us, running away from Grimmauld Place and her mother to be by Harry's side. Molly and Bill are the only living Weasleys that remain loyal to the Light. They'll be killed as soon as they are found.

Ron is now a werewolf. He ran into Remus on the full moon and a lucky slash at his ribs infected him. The ex-Professor's hide now serves as a rug in our throne room. It lacks taste, but seems appropriate nonetheless. It fits Ron's new persona as both a soldier and a hunter; he had captured more members of the Light than Harry and I combined. He leads our army, and does a damn good job of it. Finally he has something none of his brothers could dream of.

Harry has become a mighty leader, leading our planning with a cut-throat efficiency that is quite impressive. He wears an amulet around his throat that glows with his power and is often seen stalking around the castle in Muggle clothing with the air of an emperor around him. But no matter what he wears, he demands obedience. I remember us laughing together about how, in fifth year, he had failed miserably to cast the Unforgivable he directed at Bellatrix Lestrange. Now he tosses around the Crucio Curse on a whim.

He loved Ginny dearly, but she was a chaotic creature. I knew she was attracted to the glamour of being the lover of such a powerful wizard rather than Harry himself, and occasionally was extremely rude. When she stepped out of her place, he sent Ginny to me to be punished. He loved her too much to do it himself, but like a good leader, did what had to be done. One such as Harry should not be surrounded by disobedient subjects.

I usually remain in the shadows, quite comfortable in my job of being the power behind the throne. I almost never leave the castle, though I plan to. Harry's eighteenth birthday is approaching, and what kind of friend would I be if I didn't come? But I'll bring my pet with me if I happen to get bored.

We abide by the adage that 'to the victor go the spoils' and as such, picked out our lieutenants and toys from those that flocked to the new power in the Wizarding world. I myself picked the married Malfoys, taking pride in forcing Lucius to teach me how to fence and beating him at chess. Narcissa is for my less scholarly pleasures. I love the look of Lucius' face when he's reminded that a Mudblood like myself stole his wife.

Draco is Harry's right hand man, finally realizing that the Gryffindor was more than a witless hero. Surprise still crosses his face when he sees Harry torturing wizards for information, unable to rid the image of the foolish Boy Who Lived from his memories.

Ron has his own harem, which he made after I refused his hand in marriage, making it clear I was interested in women. I prefer the curves and beauty of my own gender, thank you very much. And he and I were too dominant to ever have a working relationship. I preferred my lovers collared and eager to please.

I was in my study when I heard a light tap upon the door. I smiled. I knew Narcissa by her knock. "Come in." Grinding my cigarette into the ashtray in the table beside me, I looked up when she came in.

Although I preferred jeans, boots, and dress shirts, I held Narcissa to a much higher dress code. She was in a finely woven skirt and a tight black corset. Her three inch heels made a barely audible click on the stone floor and she bowed her head. I heard the chains on her dog collar clink together.

"Come here, Narcissa."

She obeyed instantly, and I relished the control I had over her. I had broken her cleanly in two. The female scion of the Malfoys was her usual witty and charming self until I snapped my fingers. Suddenly she was on her knees, looking up at me, waiting for an order. It was fun to play with both her sides.

It turns out that she was quite a chess player, much better than Lucius. I had a special board and pieces carved for us made out of ivory and jade once I found out the extent of her skill. Our games lasted for days. I'd make a move after several hours of contemplation, and she would slip out of bed, a countermove popping into her mind. So far we were tied at one game won a piece.

But when chess was not on my mind, I pushed her to the floor, into the shower, or on the bed, and had my fun. She was very vocal about her pleasure, and it was music to my ears when she screamed and moaned her frustration. Despite her almost unquenchable desires when we were alone, I found that she was very embarrassed about having such things flaunted in public. The boys and I had had some fun with that one, talking about our lovers with them standing right there, completely mortified. Not that Narcissa ever said anything. She lay at my feet, gagged, and with her leash in my hand.

I remembered Ginny speaking out of turn during one of those conversations. I made sure she couldn't sit down for a week after that little interruption. With Harry's permission of course.

Narcissa moaned softly as I kissed her, shivering as I bit her lip. That first taste of her blood fueled my lust. I may not put much stock in that pureblood nonsense, but I had never tasted such sweet crimson on my tongue before her. Maybe I should bite Lucius. A laugh trickled from my lips before I could stop it. Confusion entered Narcissa's eyes and I purred, "I'm not laughing at you, darling."

Standing up from my chair, I pulled Narcissa by her collar onto the bed. I straddled her hips, impaling her with my eyes. She shivered, and a tiny whimper escaped her lips. She seemed impossibly innocent under me, her pulse fluttering in her throat like a hummingbird's.

It didn't matter that she was my elder, her beauty was immortal. Narcissa seemed frozen in her late 20's, an exquisite statue. As I kissed down her jaw-line, she gasped, and my smile must have been akin to a vampire's. I whispered orders into her ear, and quickly cast a silencing charm around the room.

I lay awake in my bed, waiting for sunrise like I always did. I held Narcissa, nude save for her collar, possessively in my arms, smiling as she sucked lightly on my neck in her sleep. She seemed to have an utter fascination with my throat. Little purring noises escaped her lips, and I stroked her hair absently, staring out the window as the first rays of light hit the horizon.

I felt no guilt about betraying the Light, but for some reason, I no longer sleep.