Chapter 118: Charmed for Love!

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"Charmed for what?"

"Charmed to make you love him. Charmed to keep you loyal to him."

She froze in horror before shaking her head, giving him the most venomous glare she could muster.

"You lie. My love for him isn't tampered with magic. He wouldn't do that to me. Our love is genuine."

"Is it? Why don't you test it? Why not remove your ring and see if you still feel the same." He goaded with an infuriating smile.

"You are really such a naive woman. He is a paranoid Dark Lord. He branded his own followers so they couldn't betray him. He split his soul and created horcruxes so if someone did betray him and he died then he would still be able to come back. He doesn't even go out of this castle knowing that he is almost unkillable in here. Now, do you really think that he is above manipulating your emotions to get what he wants?"

"What do you mean by he doesn't even go out? He can't because you imprisoned us and because he was spending all his time trying to find a way to free me from this room."

She replied tartly, focussing on this instead of on his other world-changing observations. She wouldn't know what to do if his accusations held true.

"That's just an excuse. Honestly, he is just a paranoid shut-in recluse. While he can't step out directly, he can still use other methods to venture out. But the problem is that without his horcruxes to fall back onto, he is frightened to go into the outside world. He is a scaredy cat who is afraid of death and betrayal. And you changed the topic, child. Let me see your genuine love for him. Take out your ring. Do it."

"What is your offer?" She asked instead, unsubtly changing the topic again, still not heeding his order to remove the ring.

He gave her a bland look, aware of her desperate denials. "Really? Fine. I offer you freedom. You should know this already, but I am pretty sure your husband forgot to mention the only way you can leave this prison."

She gaped at him with wide eyes. "I can get out of here? There is a way to achieve my freedom?"

"Yes. You just have to kill him."

And immediately her excitement vanished. "Never. I won't hurt him."

At that exact moment, Voldemort himself entered the room and stilled at the sight of Chaos.

"What's going on here?" He asked in a threatening voice and pulled out his wand. Though it wasn't difficult to detect the fear in his crimson eyes.

"Stop and freeze." Chaos sighed in annoyance. Voldemort's body stopped following his will and he stood there helpless and stationary.

"Take out your ring and see if you still love him." Chaos whispered softly. It wasn't a suggestion, but a threat and she knew it. With trembling fingers, she took out her silver ring and put it on the bed.

Immediately, her hatred for her husband reached heaven. She growled angrily, a thick killing intent surrounding them, and sprang out of the bed.

"Here, take this knife. You might want to use it." Chaos offered with an innocent smile. She scowled, but did take the knife.

She then prowled up to her husband and stared at him.

"Why?" She asked, deeply hurt by his betrayal. "Why didn't you trust me?"

'I am sorry.' He somehow was able to convey just from the look in his eyes. Even though he was at risk of dying, the prominent emotion in his eyes wasn't fear. It was a regret. She stared at him mournfully before doing something unexpected.

She threw her arms around him, crushing him in a tight hug and kissed him passionately. When she pulled back, she couldn't help, but smirk at his bamboozled expression. It was nice seeing his unflappable expression crumbling into disbelief.

She turned around and launched the knife at Chaos.

The Creator simply tilted his head, letting the blade soar past him. He rolled his eyes at her irritated expression. "Omniscient."

"I still feel the same about him. Our love is genuine. If you are done playing with us then go back to whatever hell you crawled out from. Fuck off!" She said proudly.

Instead of showing dejection or anger, he just smiled slyly and nodded at her. "Good."

A microsecond later, there were only two people left in the room.

"I am sorry." Voldemort sighed when he got his body back in control. But in return he just got a slap to his face.

"Get out! I don't want to see you anytime soon." She yelled, finally letting tears spill from her eyes when she was sure their captor wasn't physically there to enjoy their fight.

Voldemort nodded silently and went back to the throne room, closing the secret passage behind him to give her some alone time.

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"Harry!" Astoria groaned, glaring at him. "You are staring at me."

Harry stifled a smirk and shook his head. "I am not."

They both were in a small unused classroom. It was bereft of any furniture and was totally empty.

There were two large windows looking out towards the Quidditch pitch and there was also this bookish musty smell which Harry couldn't decide if it was good or gross.

This was his first teaching session, but he couldn't take it seriously when Astoria was dressed like that.

She was wearing a white crop top and denim shorts. That could be passable if worn with a good warming charm.

While it wasn't winter yet, Scotland was Scotland. It was cool enough to require an extra layer.

So, the summer look was the first thing which had made him arch his eyebrows.

Then he saw her thigh high boots and the black hat. Even those hadn't been too unbelievable.

The summer had just ended after all. It was fine if she was still in that mood. It was the round goggly spectacles that did it.

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