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CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT Voldemort could clearly see that his words had hit her spot on. This realization of her betrayal brought on an intense physical pain in him. What he suddenly felt was new to him—he had never experienced this type of pain before. He wanted to explode with fury, but at the same time he wanted to crumple to the ground while his heart imploded in his chest. It's her fault I feel this way, he thought to himself bitterly. It's her fault I have all these new and wretched feelings. She's making me weak—distracting me. He seldom allowed his emotions to take complete control of his actions, but he was so lost in anguish

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN Harmony wasn't sure how long she'd slept for. She just remembered waking up from a dreamless sleep to listen to the ebb and flow of the waves that crashed against the cliff face outside. At times, the roaring of the waves matched the sound of Voldemort's breathing beside her. While she slept, he had rolled off her to his own side of the bed. She looked over to find him still with his eyes closed. The blanket came up to his waist, revealing his bare chest. She took the chance to observe him without being noticed. Never before had she seen a completely naked man before, and she had no objection to what she saw. His muscles

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX Their surroundings changed dramatically compared to the hectic battle. When they Apparated they landed on unstable ground, and Harmony fell onto her back, bringing Master down with her. Sharp rocks stabbed into her tender flesh. Master's weight on top of her body forced her harder into the ground, and she winced painfully. With a groan, Master lifted himself off and helped her to her feet. The pair looked around. They had landed on a grassy cliff only a meter away from a very long drop that led to a roaring sea. They peered over the side to see white waves crashing against the cliff-side with a roar. Harmony laughed sheepis

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE "Hermione?" Harry said again, as though he was savoring the sound of her name after being deprived of saying it for so long. Then, like waking from a dream, he shook his head and said firmly, "Hermione, this is between Voldemort and me. He's right, you're interfering. You need to step aside." Harmony said nothing to him. She didn't look away from her Master. It was clear Harry was taken aback by her behavior, but he refused to lower his wand. "My Lord," Harmony pleaded, as though trying to coax the blazing sun to stop shining. Several people gasped when they heard this. She didn't care. "My Lord, please, listen to me. You

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR Harmony put any thought of that room Claudia mentioned into the back of her mind as she raced into the forest behind the mansion. Like Hogwarts School, the Riddle mansion had a spell on it to keep anyone from Apparating on and off the grounds. The only time Master had ever relaxed that protection spell was when Harmony was learning how to Apparate. Once he was confident she could travel easily, he had immediately cast the spell back on the house and grounds again. When Harmony could no longer feel the restrictive force of the protection spell weighing down on her, she knew she could leave. It was uncertain whether the spel

PART NINE: PASSIONS RISE CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE With just the two of them left in the room, Harmony tried her best to muster up the courage to look Voldemort straight in his hard blue eyes. No words were exchanged; she was too speechless. How could she explain it to him? It would sound preposterous if she said, "Oh, didn't I mention that I'm Muggle-born? Nope? Silly me." Instead, she tried to tell him with her eyes how desperate she felt. That she wanted him to understand, or at least give her time to think of some explanation. However, she did not get the reaction she desired. Voldemort glared and pursed his lips. He was too angry to utter a s

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO Harmony went straight to her old room across the hall. She could think of nowhere else to go since she didn't want to encounter any of the Death Eaters that were waiting below. She wouldn't be able to stand looking at any of their faces, not now that she finally knew what they had always known, that she was intended to be their leader someday. What a joke, she thought. It could never happen. If they ever found out I was Muggle-Born, they'd murder me. As she strode through the door, she tied her face scarf back on—covering her mouth and nose. Feeling as though she'd just been taken on an emotional roller coaster, Harmo