The Last Horcrux/Bathroom/Remembering the sex
You remember all the things you did to Bellatrix last night. All the delicious things. Kissing her, touching her, tasting her skin, her nipples in your mouth, her hot wet pussy… You have wanted her for years now, bringing yourself to orgasm again and again before you sleep, dreaming of being able to do what you actually did last night. You know you would never have dared to do anything though, not until…
Sometimes watching and listening to Emily’s thoughts causes you to find them indistinguishable from your own, but those thoughts and longings were definitely hers. As much as you tell yourself your intentions were simply to manipulate Bellatrix, you remembered how you kept thinking of her as Bella, and realised that not all of your thoughts are your own.
"Okay, why did you have sex with Bellatrix last night?" you ask her, "that was you wasn't it? Whatever reasons I thought I had."
"Yes,” the girl in the mirror agrees timidly, “but you made me do it.”
You laugh at your reflection, “you didn’t need much persuasion,” you say, “you loved it, your pussy was soaking wet. You have always been attracted to her, ever since you saw her naked in the bathroom. I know it's true Emily because I can see your memories, so don't lie to me. You want her, don’t you?”
"I… I… I…" the girl stutters.
"Answer me."
"Yes."
"Good," you smile, "now, why did you have sex with her?"
"I… I… I don't know. I just… I wanted to. I just wanted to kiss her. I wanted to kiss her so much."
"Are you a lesbian Emily?" You ask her.
"I… I don't know… maybe," the girl in the mirror answers.
"Why?"
"Because I want to kiss her so much, and I want to do so many things to her, and I want her to do them to me."
You laugh at the young girl. "I told you you can't hide anything from me. So, last night when I, when *we* were fucking her, that was as much you as me in control wasn't it?"
"Yes."
"So, you are a lesbian."
The girl in the mirror just stares at you, as if she is waiting for you to say something.
"I don't really care what your preferences are Emily," you tell her, "here's the deal. If you completely submit to me possessing your body, you will be rewarded when I get another body, and can become one of my Death Eaters if you wish. Look at your reflection Emily, this is what you can become if you follow me. There is no good and evil Emily, there is only power, and if you submit to me possessing your body and help me, I will give you all the girls and women you want.”
"What about me?" the girl asks. "What will happen to me afterwards?”
"I you can Death Eater and…"
"NO!" you shout, and punch the mirror. The glass shatters, and you feel the pain in your knuckles. For a moment you just stand there, your hand pressed against your injured knuckles. Then, you notice your reflection staring back at you. The face is slightly distorted, but it is unmistakable. It is the hideously disfigured face of Lord Voldemort.
"Do you see this?" you ask the face in the mirror. "This is what happens to those who defy me."
The next moment is pure terror.
