The Last Horcrux/Bathroom/Remembering the kiss
You remember kissing Bellatrix last night. It was unlike you to be so passionate. As much as you tell yourself it was simply to manipulate her, you remembered how you kept thinking of her as Bella, rather than Bellatrix, and realised that not all of your thoughts are your own.
"Okay." "Why did you kiss Bellatrix last night?" you ask her, "that was you wasn't it? Whatever plans I thought I came up with afterwards."
"Yes."
"What do you want? What do you hope to achieve?"
"I don't know," the girl in the mirror says, "I just… I always…"
"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. Are you attracted to Bellatrix? Admit it."
"I… I… I…" the girl stutters.
"Answer me."
"Yes."
"Good," you smile, "now, why did you kiss 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 touching ourselves, that was more you than me in control then wasn't it?"
"Yes."
"And when we kissed last night, that was more you than me as well, was it not?"
"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."
"What about me?" the girl asks. "What will happen to me?"
"I will make you a Death..."
"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.
