Swallow the Screams (фемслэш)

“Yes, Harrie. Your little friend had nearly murdered you. Perhaps, unintentionally, perhaps not. But that hardly matters now, does it? My rebirth is imminent, and you—” Voldemort crooned, stepping so close to Harrie’s shaking body that there was hardly a centimeter of space between them; Voldemort’s breasts level with her own pallid face. “—will facilitate this, my little lion.”
Harrie felt her vision swim when the locket tightened further, cutting off what little air could pass through her obstructed windpipe.
“Eternity you have sought, and eternity you shall receive. Your life spared but another taken,” Voldemort whispered before digging the wooden stick against her quivering throat, teasing along the chain biting against her neck.