HP as a girl... Death eater breeder (Patreon)

Go for the kill right now.

Rose flinched for a second, ready to pull out her wand. Voldemort eyebrows raise upward in intrigue. Watching Rose's body language is hard, as he is sitting comfortably in his chair. "No." Voldemort shout. "Your move is predictable, my dear. Please spare me the violence. You are here because we trust you. Your wombs are sacred to us. Are you ready for a life full of endless gangbangs, a life of watching Karkaroff's daily humiliation, and having Greyback fuck your every thought? Or would you like to be a Bellatrix bride? Be the leader of our army, which you easily can if you just confess."

His red slits stared her down. "Do what I want, Harry Potter. All those years ago with Professor Quirrell. I offer you the chance to join me. And today, I'm doing it again."

Rose's breathing picks up, and Voldemort's words reach her ear. "No. You kill my parents. You ruin many lives with all of your talk of pure blood." Rose eyes are welling up. The thoughts of Voldemort's offer were almost too enticing. He knows everything now.

Voldemort waved his hands. "Be a good follower and stop this charade. The game is up. I know who you are, and I still need your womb. We can have so much fun. Bellatrix can visit you, and perhaps we can use an ancient spell to give her a working cock."

Rose shook her head. She remembers what fake mad eye Moody said. You have to mean it. You had to mean it. With a heavy heart, knowing this is her only chance to end this forever.

Rose...