"Bound by Magic"

As I stood there, trying to process the events that had just transpired, Tom Riddle's smile grew wider. He reached out and took my hand, his touch sending shivers down my spine. The crowd around us began to disperse, with the pure-blood families and Death Eaters congratulating him on his union with me. The Malfoys, in particular, seemed to be basking in the glory of this new alliance. Sirius and Hermione approached me, their faces etched with worry and concern. "Harry, what have you done?" Sirius asked, his voice low and urgent. I looked at them, feeling a sense of helplessness. "I had no choice," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "The war is lost, and this is the only way to protect the wizarding world." Hermione's eyes filled with tears. "But at what cost, Harry? You're married to the Dark Lord now. What will happen to you?" I shook my head, feeling a sense of despair wash over me. "I don't know," I admitted. "But I'll do whatever it takes to make this work. I'll play the part of Tom Riddle's husband, and use this bond to protect the wizarding world from his darkness." As we spoke, Dumbledore emerged from the crowd, his eyes twinkling with a knowing glint. "Well done, Harry," he said, his voice low and approving. "This is the first step towards a long and difficult road ahead." I felt a surge of anger towards him, wondering what he had planned, and how this marriage would play into his own strategy. But before I could confront him, he turned and disappeared into the crowd. Tom Riddle, now my husband, led me towards a waiting carriage, its black horses gleaming in the fading light. As we climbed inside, I caught a glimpse of the crowd, watching us with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. The carriage ride was silent, Tom Riddle's eyes fixed on me with an unnerving intensity. I tried to ignore him, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as he looked at me. As we arrived at our destination, a grand mansion on the outskirts of London, I realized that this was where I would be living with Tom Riddle. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. The mansion was opulent, with lavish furnishings and ornate decorations. Tom Riddle led me to a grand bedroom, its walls adorned with ancient tapestries and a massive four-poster bed. "Welcome to our home, Harry," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I hope you'll be comfortable here." I looked around, feeling a sense of disorientation. This was my new life, one that I had never chosen. But I steeled myself, knowing that I had to play this role, no matter how difficult it might be. As the night drew to a close, Tom Riddle approached me, his eyes burning with an inner fire. "It's time, Harry," he said, his voice low and husky. "It's time for us to consummate our marriage." I felt a sense of panic, wondering what lay ahead. But I knew that I had to do this, for the sake of the wizarding world. I steeled myself, preparing for what was to come, as Tom Riddle's eyes seemed to bore into my very soul.