A gem of an evening (Voldemort and Charlotte)

Voldemort was a man who had done everything and anything to make himself stronger, more durable and closer to immortality than any other human being in history. As such he had become something that was greater than human but, at the same time, somehow less than human. It had been something of a compromise in the end and he had finally ended up as some kind of snake-man hybrid.

But now he was back to normal.

Yes now he was not only more powerful and durable than other human beings but he was now truly immortal. And completely human too. It was something of a miracle and the first thing that it had awoken in him again was, strangely enough, his sex drive. Voldemort had gone for years without anything close to sexual pleasure and as soon as he was able to indulge in it again it had quickly consumed most of his days.

Humming to himself, he made his way towards the Matthews household, able to walk feely now that he appeared as his younger self again. Looking around a little bit, he paused when he saw a stunningly beautiful blonde young woman walking around the grounds. Licking his lips slightly, he moved towards the woman and spoke when he was near,

"Hello there my dear..." he greeted her with a silky-smooth voice, "You wouldn't happen to be the beautiful Miss Matthews would you?"

Charlotte had been happily wandering the grounds, looking for something that she could draw or paint, given that she was on holidays from Hogwarts indefinitely. Finishing her last year at the magical school had been a sad occasion but now she was free to go about the world as she wished, fully able to use magic like she never had been before.

Although she didn't see herself in a hugely magical career and surprisingly that was alright by her father, he didn't seem to want to mould her into a certain career like the other families had wanted to do with their children. For that she was thankful. Charlotte was currently hoping to pursue a career as a magical clothes designer.

Lost in her thoughts, Charlotte looked out over the stone bridge that covered the most surrounding her manor house.

A sudden voice jolted her and she blushed at being so occupied with nothing in particular. It was a man that much she knew but her father had not mentioned anyone coming over for appointments today. Was it an unexpected visitor? Biting her lip softly she turned to face the man and her heart jolted massively, for two reasons.

The man was none other than Lord Voldemort.

And he was unexpectedly handsome.

"Uhm yes...m-my Lord. I am Charlotte Matthews. My father isn't here right now he is out on business but I can show you to the house if you wanted to speak with him when he returns...." Charlotte murmured softly, her gaze shifting to the ground.

Voldemort could tell that young Charlotte had not been expecting his arrival or even his presence and that was a good thing to him. Their wards had been made to alert every member of the family when someone arrived uninvited and he was uninvited... meaning his skills at sneaking up on people were still sharp after all this time. He hardly ever used said skills though but, when you're Lord Voldemort, that's because going through the front door is usually a whole lot more fun.

He smirked a little bit when she said that her father wasn't home. Of course he wasn't. Voldemort himself had sent the man the information that would help increase the Matthews fortune so long as he made the deal with those Voldemort had sent to the man,

"Ah please... no need to stand on ceremony for me dear Charlotte." he told her with a sly little smirk, "You may call me Voldemort and I shall refer to you as Charlotte, this seems fair to me."

He winked at her slyly before humming a little bit in agreement,

"Yes I would love for you to accompany me to the house." he agreed, holding out his arm for her to take, "Please be so kind as to escort me madam...?"

Charlotte was very very surprised when Voldemort told her to merely call him Voldemort, it was like he was telling her to talk to him informally and she didn't think that it would have been his sort of thing to tell anyone to talk to him like that. Although she was quite flattered that he obviously wanted her to for some reason.

Maybe he was trying to butter her up for something...

Oh no! He didn't want her to become a death eater like her father, because that was one thing she didn't really want to do. She didn't agree with what they were doing, or how they did it. How could she tell Lord Voldemort himself that though?!

"Ah...okay then Voldemort." She whispered softly "It does seem fair but it flatters me that you want me to call you by such an informal name when we have only just met."

Blinking in shock she couldn't help but suck on her lip piercing before taking his arm and beginning to lead him towards the manor, it seemed weird to be walking alongside Voldemort like he was her lover. He was definitely up to something and she didn't know what it was, which was irritating her a little bit. Worrying her lip between her teeth Charlotte smiled shyly;

"So is there anything I can do for you while you wait?" She asked as they approached the entrance to the house.

Voldemort could that she had expected him to demand her to refer to him by his title. But to be honest he never really liked being called 'Lord' by people he was planning on becoming close to. Of course it could be argued that even just being called 'Voldemort' was going by a title considering it was an entirely fictional name that he had created due to his distain for how common his true name was.

He would never let her call him Tom, he decided firmly within his own mind.

Unless, he relented, she could make it sound much more unique and much more meaningful than anyone else had managed to make it. It needed to be improved in some way after all,

"Yes we have only just met my dear... but you'll find that your father talks about you a lot." he told her with a small smirk, "He is the stereotype of a proud father I must admit. The man was brave enough to approach me after a fit of rage... to calm me down a little bit by showing me the picture he has of you in his wallet. The one where you twirl in a dress that you created for yourself... it is a beautiful picture but I fear it falls short the mark my dear."

He smirked a little bit to himself as he was led towards the manner by his arm. This was something new he had wanted to try. To be escorted as if he was some kind of lover. It was... a unique experience it had to be said. One that he had never had before but hoped to have again in the future,

"Well you can continue to keep me company if you would be so kind." he told her with a softer smirk, "Perhaps you could show me some of your clothes while we have a cup of tea or the like? I do wonder if you have prepared items for the likes of myself too."