Notes: This is AU in a world where Voldemort won.

Pairings: Voldemort/Ginny, references to Ginny/Arthur

Warnings: References to incest, adult themes, sex.

She doesn't remember what it's like to be called by her name. It's always darling or little girl or child, even when he's fucking her into the sheets damp with her sweat. She doesn't think he can sweat anymore. Only his mouth at her throat, where her veins stand out like wires.

Her father showing her his collection of wires in his shed. The cords twisting in her hands as his fingers gently caress her neck and then dip lower. Almost absently.

When she wakes screaming she feels the uneven beating of her heart. He is watching her with a half smile and says, They're all gone, darling. There's no need to worry about your brothers. They're fine. She thinks of Charlie with his blood spilling out through his fingers as he scrabbled at his throat, making a high pitched shrill with his ruined vocal cords. Yes, he's fine. Tom said he was.

His hands play over her ribs, drawing hushed noises from her. When he holds her hipbones in his hands they dig into his cold palms like hatchets. She knows that she will fade into the sheets one night and he will be left only with her hair a skein on the fabric and an inprint of her bones.

Child, what can I do? he asks upon feeling her tears damp and not secret against his chest. She has no secrets anymore. He pulled them out of her throat until they came lined with blood. He knows she hates the pet names he calls her, never anything like her real name. Whatever it had been in those days when she knew another dark haired boy, only his eyes had been green.

Her voice is calm, I don't want to see any Healers. Let me be.

The following day she relishes the feel of her smooth belly bowed into the very being of her.

When she goes to bed after wandering through the empty rooms of their home he is there. He touches her face and laughs his cold high laugh.

A cold high laugh interrupts the last words her father is trying to whisper into her ear. Child, I want you to... and she can't hear anything but that laughter going down her throat and through her. Her mouth is salty and sweet with so much blood and she remembers her Daddy showing her those Muggle wires and talking in his calm voice. She half-droops over her father's still body until cold hands pull her up and against a Tom that isn't even human anymore.

She teases him tonight. She won't let him slide his hand between her legs to open them. Her Tom is not above forcing her but he'd prefer a willing, breathing girl to a corpse. She knows this and he knows she knows this. Later on, when his lips are bruising her and her legs are around his waist she demands of him, Tom, fuck him out of me. I don't want my father in my head anymore.. He doesn't say anything but his mouth gentles for a moment before he becomes almost brutal in his movements.

When he comes he says her name. Ginevra. The name her father never used for her.

She is triumphant.