Fan Fiction ❯ china doll ❯ china doll's mild and unusual awakening - Enter Bianca ( Chapter 3 )

When she turned in the bed, giving her back to the window, Virginia felt the other side still warm and she cuddled there holding the other pillow. She smelled cologne on the linen: it was a scent that she knew, even if she didn't remember to whom it belonged. That warmth and that cologne gave her a pleasant and safe feeling, and she smiled: perhaps it had been only a dream. Death Eaters hadn't captured her. Voldemort hadn't used her to recover his full power. Who knows, perhaps the Dark Lord and his followers were only the co-protagonists of a nightmare and in the real world they didn't exist. She heard the mattress's springs creak; and damps fingers stroke her cheek and hair.

" Good morning sunshine."

With her lips curled in a small and sleepy smile, Virginia opened an eye: she didn't know the man that was looking at her with a smile, nevertheless... nevertheless he was familiar. He was in his middle twenties; jet black hair fell in wavy wet locks, and small drops fell on their faces; his almond shaped eyes, a mix of green and wild honey, they stared at her filled with mysteries. He wore short beard and moustaches, neither sparse nor shaggy, that softened the angular but harmonious features of his face; and his fleshy lips were curled in the most sensual smile she had ever seen. He had a pale but healthy complexion; tonic arms and chest and a scar was on his heart. He was completely naked. Virginia noticed that she too was naked. That cologne, that smile, those eyes...

" Tom!"

She screamed terrorized curling up in the other side of the bed and gripping the sheets to hide her nudity. Grinning, Tom drew near her slowly and tilted his head pretending disappointment.

" Virginia dear, is it this the way to greet me after all these months? After what has been between us you should be more... enthusiastic."

Virginia froze, her eyes wide, her lip trembling, her hands slipped on her lap.

" What do you have done to me? What do you have done to me?!"

" Isn't it obvious, Virginia?" he smiled placing a hand on her breast," don't forget that am I a healthy man and in the prime of life.... "

" Don't... don't touch me!"

With a dash, she tried to escape, but he was faster and with a fluid motion he trapped her between the bed and his body, gripping firmly her wrists firmly. She struggled, but his hold was too tight.

" I will touch you, instead, exactly how I did in these last five months and how I will do until I'll get bored of you."

" You... you filthy bastard! Let me go, let me go!"

" Oh... yes... move, Virginia, shake! Are you curious to know what you do to me?"

Tom clicked his tongue and led her left hand to his excitation and blocked it between their bodies. Virginia gasped and turned her head to hide her embarrassment. He laughed slightly and, with the free hand, he took his wand from the bedside table and, pointed it at her right wrist, he whispered "intercludo", blocking the hand; he then brought back the other near her head and repeated the spell.

" What... do you want to do?!"

" Elementary, Virginia: end what we have started last night. "

He sighed bending down, their faces too close; thus he pressed his lips against hers in an intrusive kiss. She tried to offer resistance, to not give him any satisfaction, but without result: he was a too good and skilled kisser and it was impossible to not kiss him back. And while his confident hands grazed her skin, she understood that her mind and body were like two separate entity: her reason wanted him to stop, to let her alone crying over her own misfortune; but all the rest didn't agree. Virginia bit her lower lip till she cut it to hold back her moans when his tongue teased her breasts; which was useless when he did the same lower.

" Come on Virginia, don't hold them back..."

Tom hissed while his smile grazed her flesh. Virginia closed her eyes and turned again her head while hot tears burned her eyes and cheeks. After endless minutes, Tom brought his face at hers level and with a hand turned her head and, in a wickedly gentle gesture, he licked her tears and blood pressing his body against hers. The tears flowed plentiful on her cheeks while she awaited the upcoming invasion.

" I give you half hour to get ready and go down for breakfast."

Virginia looked at him dressing; thus, as soon as her hands had been freed, she picked her garments and she ran in her bedroom crying.

When she reached room at lunch, Virginia found a surprise to await her: instead of the usual long rectangular table, the breakfast had been readied on a smaller and round table on the porch; but the thing that amazed her mostly, it was see Tom talking with a young woman in a unknown language -perhaps Spanish. The woman looked as old as Tom and she had a sober but elegant and aristocratic look; her brown hair was picked in a knot at the base of her nape. The stranger turned toward her watching her with piercing black eyes: she was an extremely beautiful woman. Also Tom noticed her presence and beckoned her to come closer; then he helped the woman to get up: only then Virginia noticed that she wore Muggle clothes -a cream twin set and a simple gray skirt- but she also was a couple of inches shorter than she.

" Bianca, she is Miss Weasley, the girl we have talked about. Virginia, she is my cousin, Bianca Trao: I have asked her to teach you the good manners, then she'll be like a teacher for you; moreover she'll stay with you when I'll be away. Ah, now that I think about it... Bianca, would you mind to stay here for some days? I don't like the idea to leave her alone, it's not prudent."

" Thomas, are you mad?" Bianca exclaimed," And allow Isabella to destroy the house?!"

" Isabellina is only a little bit... hyper."

" She's a wild animal! And you are too indulgent with her!"

" Ok," Tom said stroking his beard," I'll tell Meg to get ready the guestroom."

" You are impossible. " Bianca rolled her eyes," Let me warn Filomena. And not more than two days."

Tom smiled and kissed playfully her temple, then let her go in the living room; then he sat at the table, took crisp bread and buttered it.

" Don't you join me? I thought you were starving."

Virginia sighed, she fell like a big lump on the chair and she began to drink a cup of tea. Tom looked at her and shook his head.

" Virginia Virginia... you are a girl so nice but you don't have grace: you need so little to be a woman of class."

" I suppose that that's why your cousin is here that's why, isn't she?" did she growled venomous," I... I don't understand: you kidnap me, you treat me like... like an object, you have taken away everything I had and you also want me to conform to your life style! Why are you doing this?!"

" It is simple, Virginia dear: I love beautiful things and you are my beautiful china doll; as such, you must do only what I want. After all, even you gain something: you have the opportunity to live the life that each girl dreams and that your family can't offer you."

" I have asked nothing! And then how dare you blame my family?! Sure, we are poor, but we have something that make us richer than everybody: the love and the reciprocal respect!"

" Nonsense, the good feelings don't feed you and don't dress you, then how could you say that it's enough have love to be rich? Besides, from what I've heard, your relatives don't treat you with much respect: your brothers don't take care of you, your father doesn't have time and your mother worries more for Potter than for you. Until you will stay here and will follow my rules you will have the opportunity to discover what is really important in life."

She bit he lower lip and lowered her eyes: in a way, his topic was right. It was true that she was the twins' favored guinea pig and that Ron was rather indifferent with her. Her father always had a kind word for her and share with her his free time -very few now that Voldemort was back; and her mother... well, even a blind would seen that Molly Weasley cared more about Harry than her daughter. However, analyzing better the things, Fred and George just tried in their way to make her laugh; and Ron was very protective with her; while her parents gave her all the love and the importance that she needed. A doubt began to buzz her in the mind and sting her thoughts: she placed the cup and stared Tom.

" How could you blame my family when you are the person that has less respect for me?!"

Tom pointed the knife stained with jam against her and he replied with a point of anger:

" I treat you for what you are, a china doll: if and when you will deserve more respect, then you'll have it -and I doubt it. Then been satisfied of what you have, don't complain and be nice with me."

And he bit the crisp bread. Virginia ate her scrambled eggs reluctantly thinking over Tom's words.

Once Tom left, Bianca brought Virginia in her bedroom: she opened her closet and checked the clothes quickly singing a song in a low voice; then she took a dress and shoes and she gave them to the girl.

" Put on these to begin, we'll think about the rest later."

And she sat on an easy chair. Virginia tightened her lips and sighed: she undressed and began to put on the dress; after a while Bianca scolded her, saying that in that way she would have creased the dress. After a bit she scolded her again, this time saying that her buttons were messy.

" Probably Thomas has somebody to dress you," Bianca said while she showed her how do," you can recognize a lady from how she dress, then it's important that you learn how dress and gain a good taste."

" Why am I wearing a dress so long? They haven't spared fabric for this skirt... and the shoes are too tall for me: it's like walk on stilts!"

Bianca chuckled, and showing her how dress up her hair she said:

" You will earn, Virginia: that's why I am here."

The rest of the morning passed in this way: dress, comb and undress till nausea. The lunch was a torture even more sadistic than long clothes and high heeled shoes: first of all, Bianca scolded her bitterly because she didn't hold the cutleries in the proper way; and then Virginia must eat tightening two books with her elbows and one atop her head - which, falling more times, it broken a dish and spouted the soup everywhere- to learn the right posture. If at the beginning Virginia thought that the woman was kinder than Tom, now she was convinced that she was more sadistic than he: not only Bianca's lesson were real torture, but she continued to repeat that this was for her best. Bianca said the same thing also when she rapped Virginia because she hadn't clean her lips before drink. The poor girl threw a sigh of relief when Bianca told her that it was time for a nap, so Virginia relaxed for about an hour and half and get out her 2 1/2 inch heeled shoes: but as soon as 4 PM struck, Bianca dragged her in the library, where they began the lessons of gait, dance and piano. Walk with a book on the head wasn't hard, but those heels gave Virginia a duck-like walk. The dance was even more disastrous: sure, Virginia knew how dance; but after the experience of the third year with Neville, she had refrained from taking lessons. For what concerned the piano then, Virginia knew nothing but that it played music. At the end of the day both collapsed destroyed. The second day was equal the first, but at the third day Virginia had been able to have lunch without let a book fall and hers footstep had become a little bit surer even if at times she lose balance. Also the fourth day there was a light improvement, but Bianca was of very bad mood: Tom wasn't yet gone back and she was worried that Isabella -in the meantime Virginia had found out that the two women were sisters- she did who knows what at home.

" Could we have a break?"

Virginia whined massaging an ankle. Bianca sighed and sat on the couch.

" Ok, but not more than ten minutes, then we'll start again."

Also Virginia sat tiredly on an easy chair and, breathing out deeply, she looked around: both had sat before a beautiful fireplace and, not only the walls had covered with book-filled bookshelves, but there also were weird objects and paintings.

" Bianca, how come you and Tom are cousins? I knew that his mother didn't have brothers or sisters. "

" Oh, well, we are not quite cousins: aunt Herentas, Thomas's mother, was great-grandfather Sebastiano's cousin." Bianca Replied pointing out the portrait of a woman in blue," His grandfather Marvolo married Agata Trao, great-great-grandfather Alfio's younger sister, in.... 1897 if I remember well. Both my grandfather and father were Death Eaters, both dead on the field: now it's just my wild sister Isabella and me, and Thomas is ours closest relative."

" Then you are sixth or seventh cousins!"

" Er... yes, more or less. Who knows when he'll be back... I can feel it, that wild girl will have organized a half dozen of parties. Ok, the break is over: get up and put that book back on your head!"

The two women had just started the dinner when Tom returned: he had hardly the time to put off his cloak, that Bianca was there scolding him bitterly. The wizard smiled sheepishly and in apology gave her a shawl; the witch became angrier and threw the gift on a chair: Virginia watched them from the dinning room and, yet not understanding what they said, she hardly held back her laugh. In the few time that she had seen Tom and Bianca together, the girl had noticed that the man had a different attitude, more relaxed, more... affectionate perhaps: Virginia felt homesick and the laugh suddenly died on her lips. After have given the due explanations to his cousin, Tom reached Virginia in room to dinner and gave her a packet.

" A souvenir from Turkey."

It was a cross of garnets with tiny pearls clearly Byzantine hanging to a black velvet ribbon: Tom took it and tied it around her slender neck; Virginia bit her lower lip and she blushed -nobody had given her something so precious. She whispered a thank you; and he replied that it was a reward for the efforts she had done in those days, above all to stand a woman like Bianca, whom kicked him in the shinbones. Tom winced and he mumbled an " it's so unladylike!"; Bianca stared him and told him to sit down - Virginia had understood it because she pointed out an empty chair.

" Legumes and vegetables... ah, I had forgotten that today is Friday."

Tom said smelling pleased the dish. Virginia arched an eyebrow: what had to do the dinner with being Friday? Perhaps it was better not ask: those two was too weird for her tastes and understand them was impossible. Ended the dinner, Bianca said goodbye with the promise to go back the following day -Virginia shivered at the perspective- and she left the two alone before the fireplace. Virginia bit her lower lip not daring glance at him; Tom, instead, looked at her from head to toe, then he took her by an arm and led her through the staircases.

" We go to bed."

" I suppose that... that you will end what you have started the other day!"

She growled with resentment. He stopped, stared at her and ran a hand through his hair.

" Actually I want to sleep. First it had been a tiring journey and I'm quite tired; and latter, but not less important, today is Friday."

" Ah, and why the Great Dark Lord doesn't do such things on Fridays?!"

Virginia said mocking. Tom watched her with amazement and said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world:

" Virginia, we are in Lent!"

Then he led her to her bedroom's door, he gave her a quick good night kiss and he went in his bedroom, leaving behind him an extremely confused girl.

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The following day, Bianca stayed at Elysian Fields till lunch, but not without give some piano exercises to Virginia. After a good footbath and have put comfortable low ballerina shoes, Virginia went to the library: it was her intention to strum senselessly while she thought about how escape from her absurd situation; but at the moment the more practical solution was commit suicide, even if she must find the way to don't let Tom understand which her intentions were. But when the girl opened the door, she saw the landlord sat at the desk scribble something: noticing her presence, Tom raised his head and smirked, then he rearranged his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Virginia felt a strange feeling grip the mouth of her stomach: with those tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses, Tom was even more attractive and looked a lot like Harry. While she passed near him, she noticed that he was drawing: curious, she stooped a little bit and watched his hand trace precise lines on the sheet of paper.

" What is it?"

" The throne room." Virginia arched an eyebrow," Well, when I'll have conquered the world I will need one, won't I? The floor will be in Carrara's marble; while the windows will be alternate by arrases." He thought for few instant and corrected the sketch," No, frescos are finer, they have brighter hues and will give more warmth to the room: they will represent the most salient moments of the battle -maybe me killing Potter and Dumbledore. The throne will be in serpentine and marble, surrounded by draperies Prussian green velvet. I think that I'll fresco even the ceiling, maybe with an Olympus's foreshortening."

" I can't believe it, it's so absurd!"

" What is absurd? The Olympus's fresco? Perhaps you are right. Oh well, it could represent history of magic's most important figures. "

" It's absurd that your hobby is interior design! Now a logical and rational person would imagine you in a dungeon torturing somebody, and not quietly sitting at your desk... doodling! If anybody sees you in this moment, he would laugh if I tell him that you are... who you are! Hermione has told me that among Muggle an interior designer has a good pay, but it isn't a hobby right for who's trying to conquer the world, it is illogical!"

" Look, I have other hobbies too. I find fascinating Muggle science -know your enemy, Bastiano used to say- and I'm well-informed about their scientific progress; I have an interesting stamps' collection, developed by themes; besides I am a connoisseur of wines- I have a couple of vineyards and a winery in Campania from which give an excellent wine. To not speak about my passion for fine arts, I have paintings that every respectable museum wish to have; and I play quite well the flute, especially Handel, Bach and Vivaldi; finally I love read and my favored book is The Lord of the Rings."

" You look more like an eccentric rich Muggle than the most feared Evil Wizard of the modern age. " Virginia whispered after the shock; she then sigh," It'll be better do these exercises, at least I won't think about your eccentricity."

Virginia settled the stool and began her hesitant exercises, even if now and then what she had found out about him went back in mind and it made her laugh. Tom every so often threw her a pleased glance: leaning on the chair, he toyed with his wand and then hissed something. She frowned and stopped: for one instant she had felt a blab on her neck; she threw him a glance, but he seemed very taken by his sketch. Tom set his colored pencils in a drawer and the sketch in a binder; he then glanced at the grandfather clock and smiling putted the binder in the shelf. Suddenly Virginia felt... funny, as if she was empty and desired fill this void: she stopped playing and looked around; Tom was giving her his back, while he took an other binder from the shelf. Virginia thought that after all he wasn't so bad: sure, he was her torturer, her kidnapper, but he was also a handsome and extremely sexy man judging from what she had seen few days before.

The idea to sleep with him didn't seem so revolting.

She reached him and made him turn: he smiled curious at her, tilting his head slightly while she took off his glasses and placed them on a shelf; she then laced her arms around his neck and pulled him in a passionate kiss. Tom laced an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, while the other hand pressed on her nape, his fingers entwined in her red curls, and he kissed her back eagerly. Virginia slipped her hands under his sweater and it took off, parting their lips for a brief instant; then she stroked his chest through the shirt's cotton, her fingers pulling slightly his suspenders: she grabbed them and lets them slide along his arms and then unbuttoned his shirt. She broke the kiss and looked his eyes, she then placed a hand on his chest and caressed the velvety surface tasting the skin's texture: Tom wasn't hairy, but those few hair was dark and soft like down. She ran a finger along the scar and felt him shiver; his hands glided on her sides and drew her closer. She smiled at him and, pressing on his nape, she let him laid his forehead on her own: with the tip of her tongue she stroked his lips, tempting, teasing, inviting to do the same; and he didn't hesitate to return the damp caress. Virginia leant forward locking their lips and she got off her cardigan and broderie anglaise shirt; then, while she trailed kisses on his neck and collarbone, she unhooked her bra: as soon as the piece of cloth reached the other garments on the floor, he cupped her breast stroking the nipple with his thumb. Nuzzling her face on his chest, Virginia licked his chest, giving more time to his nipples and scar: Tom whispered her name while a shiver of pleasure ran on his back. Wandering along his sides, her hands reached the edge of his trousers, moved forward and, unbuttoning slowly the buttons, she released his virility and stroked it vigorously; he bit his lower lip and sank his nails in her buttocks' flesh, while a new wave of pleasure excited him. Smiling naughtily, Virginia traveled kisses lower, and when she penetrated his navel with her tongue, she squeezed him between her breasts massaging him; then, after endless minutes, she kissed his tip and wrapped him in the warm and damp hollow of her mouth, teasing his smooth surface with lips and teeth and tongue. Tom grabbed the shelf's edge and let out a low groan: his control made thin by her unskilled but constant suction, and sensing near his limit, he sank his fingers in her hair.

" Ah... Virginia... I couldn't hold ba-back...."

With his relief, Virginia ended her sensual torture and was got up rubbing herself against him: Tom's hands went on her lower back, playing with he skirt's zipper until he opened it. The garment dropped on the parquet with her underwear: he squeezed her buttocks, raised her until their eyes were at the same level and, switched places, he pressed her with his own body against bookshelf supporting her with an arm; his other hand's fingers slipped between the folds of her intimacy dragging her to the limit and beyond. After had climaxed the first time, Virginia laid her head on his shoulder and with a breathless hiss she asked him to not leave her unsatisfied. Tom stroked her cheek with wet fingers and replied that that was his intention: and saying that, he buried himself into her depths. They moved together, at the rhythm of an ancient dance: a dance that wrapped them in a spiral of increasing pleasure, that urged them to demand and give more. A flame wrapped them and their voices mixed in a crescendo of moans and whispers, which burst in a cry when both had their release. They squeezed together panting, seeking support in the other and in the shelves: after have taken back breath, Tom loosened his hold on Virginia, whom sank again her head in his chest. He, an arm around her waist, played with her hair like an idle child; she, breathing deeply their smells -a sensual mixture of cologne and violet, she took comfort in his warmth; then, with feline grace, she started again to caress his body and kiss his neck.

" Virginia Virginia, you are insatiable!" he hissed chuckling," Ex libido es."

Virginia screamed with all the breath she had in her lungs pushing him away from she; Tom laughed gripping her arms with strength and he pushed her again against the bookshelf.

" How you are inconstant, Virginia dear," he whispered with fake disappointment, " a moment before you tempt me, and the instant after you push me away. Do you know that it hurt me? It's like show a candy to a child and then don't give it. "

" Let me go! I said to let me go!" she screamed with tears in her eyes," what have you done to me? What?! "

" Me? Actually you have begun. " Virginia tensed and watched him with horror," with a little push from me: however, from you how moaned, you liked it too...."

" What... what do you mean?"

" Elementary, Virginia," Tom replied nibbling her ear," a small spell: if the Ministry know about it, they would have put it in the list of the Unforgivable Curses; luckily it's traceless, it is enough say the words it needs about ten minutes to have effect. And do you know which its effect is?" she shook her head," Simple, it knock down every restraint and free the libido, making you so lustful to never be satisfied with sex; moreover any human being is ok: in few words, if all my followers has been here, you wouldn't you have minded to lay with them, men and women. For what concerns men, you don't need to worry because I will be the only one when I will use In Libido Esse: I am a very jealous man; who knows, perhaps I've inherited it from grandmother Agata. But for what concerns women... it is a rather common fantasy to watch two nice girls pleasuring each other, even to slip between them: I am sure that Millicent will accept if I asks her. "

" You... pig nasty son of bitch! I would prefer thousand times that you kill rather than take part to your perverted games!"

" I'm sorry, Virginia dear, but you must accept it: if I want a thing, I take it; and I now want you."

He ended kissing her greedily; then he let her go and after have dressed again, he picked up the fallen binder and putted it in its place on the shelf.

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With the passing of the days, Virginia felt a deep hate rise inside her: she hated Bianca and her bloody bon ton "tortures", even if her progress were evident; she hated Tom and his bloody eccentricity, even if they were the only thing that made her laugh. But above all she hated that bloody spell, especially after that time that Meg had been almost gotten involved- she had went in the bathroom to change the towels. The girl tried in every way to find a positive side and bear up, but it was almost impossible: if she found something that makes her feel better, here that somebody or something ruined everything, above all if Tom remembered her that, after all, she was like a china doll in that house. Virginia didn't bear it: even if her brothers some times were really mean with her, they at least treated her like a human being! Sure, Tom gave her a life of comforts and luxuries, until she behaved nicely and stayed at her place like a nice doll: she was so desperate that she would have preferred to be treated like any other prisoner. She wanted to be tortured, threatened, become the Death Eaters' guinea pig rather than been handled as if she was an object: because, in the moment of the torture, the poor victim was treated like a living being!

The hypothesis of the suicide grew stronger in her mind; so, at the beginnings of April, Virginia had taken her decision: she didn't care what would have happened, but at the first occasion she would have killed herself. The problem was find this occasion: she had a blade in her hands at meal, but she couldn't take a knife under Tom and Bianca's nose; she couldn't go in the lab and so prepare a lethal potion; when she went in garden, she wasn't alone and then couldn't get poisonous plants; she could not hang herself with her bedroom's tapestry: she had tried, but it looked as if nothing could tear the curtains. Virginia could do only one thing: wait. Wait her tortures' distraction; and she was sure that sooner or later it would happen. And while she waited, it was good don't make the Dark Lord suspicious: be as he wanted and be nice and obliging. Virginia knew that for Easter they would have stayed at Bianca's home, near Taormina, and the girl sensed that perhaps that was the occasion she was waiting.

Virginia opened her eyes and looked outside: the stars were turning pale and the sky was yet turning white. She sighed and stared at the ceiling: as the walls, it had a fresco of trees, and it gave the feeling to be in the heart of a forest. It wasn't the first time that she woke in Tom's bed, but it was the first time that she woke before him: she tried to get up, but something weighed on her stomach. Tom slept close to her, an arm possessively around her waist and sighing in defeat, Virginia wrapped in the sheets facing him: that was the first time that she had the opportunity to see so close his face without him being aware of it. His ruffled hair fell in soft silky waves on his forehead, his dense black eyelashes trembled light and his lips half open were still swollen: he had come for her around 1 AM and he had literally dragged her in his bedroom. Watching him so that close, Virginia felt something tighten her chest, not heart but the mouth of her stomach: Tom didn't deserve to be so handsome; how could the most evil wizard of the last century possess so much beauty? In the fairy tales the bad guys were ugly and the beauty belonged to the heroes. Seeing him sleep so quietly, Virginia couldn't not think about him as a sleeping child: a child frightened who had fallen asleep for the long crying. Virginia gasped and laid a hand on her mouth, her eyes wide: did she have just compared Thomas Marvolo Riddle- or Meridiae, also known as Lord Voldemort, the most feared wizard of the contemporary era, to a scared child?! Despite it was funny, Virginia didn't laugh: perhaps what she had seen was what stayed of the child who lived in an orphanage scared by the bullying of the other children, whom saw his gift like object of mockery. Tom whispered something and tightened her; Virginia found her forehead pressed against his chest and thinking again about that child, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

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Thanks to have read CHINA DOLL's third chapter. And now, the thanks to those people whom have reviewed the second chapter.

Lil kawaii doom: I am happy that you like this story, knowing that my readers are pleased with my work spurs me to write more and good! Thank you so much!!

Persephonie: you are right, the second is a chapter a little bit dark, my friend Chiara - whom reads the chapters in preview and in Italian- she was disturbed by what happens: well, not everybody has the stomach to bear such things.

Angel: don't worry if some time pass between a chapter and the other. Also because is bare ended the times in which I was able to prepare a chapter in only four days O_o!! You know how it is; I begin to feel the old age...

Kristin: thank you too! I hope that you'll continue to follow this story till the end!!

Sonja: here, I hope that this chapter helps you to feel better, even if I think that in this space of time you've recovered. But if not- and I'm touching wood- I wish you a speedy recovery.

Incarnate Evil: at this point I'm expecting your review even for this chapter ;D and don't fall from the chair, or I will have a reader missing XP!! I don't like do preview, but I assure you that this twist is very, very interesting and it's something that only a really wicked mind could have produced.

Ele: wow, a review in Italian! I didn't know that also my fellow countrymen/women read my fanfic... in English! Maybe I should publish them even in my dear mother tongue's section: you know, it isn't easy express in a language known only on a scholastic level.

Tygerlou: what you write made me very, very happy! To know that exists somebody that resembles your own character, flesh of you own mind, it's a sign of an author's realism -and I love realism, even in the craziest fic!

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Well, I enclose the address of dear Uncle Voldie's picture: it's pencil, but don't know if you'll be able to see it, in the last times MM.org doesn't show the fan art that we create with so much love, passion and devotion : '( I also add the address of the fan art that Seifer-sama has done for this fic -she has also done some for TFHA: review them both!!!

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