Disclaimer: The only form I own Harry Potter in is the books sitting on my bookshelf. I do not own Evita in any form.
A/N —
I have absolutely no clue where this is going, or even what it is, at this point. I was having an off day, and then suddenly my muse hit me over the head with a very blunt object. (There is a pun hidden in there. Twenty-five points to whomever figures it out.)
He stood there, alone, silhouetted by the inferno blazing in front of him. A twisted, deranged smile adorned his face, brought on by the fact he had caused it. Not directly, of course. Never directly. He worked more quietly than that. No, the wicked flames in front of him were brought into being by careful manipulation of those who thought they manipulated him. A game far more intricate and subtle than chess; a game he himself perfected. The part that amused him, however, was that no one had yet understood what was underway, much less who was bringing it about. Not those considered the brightest of an age, or those who thought themselves close to him, and whom he once considered close. But now… Now that was about to change. Soon he would reveal himself to the world he already ruled. Soon he would take up the proverbial mantle of Lord and Ruler officially. The people would finally know that they belonged to him. What they would never know — could never know — was just how many of the events leading up to that one sweet moment were indeed caused by him. He would quickly lose the peoples' trust were they to know the truth. While a number of those events were for the betterment of society, they could not have been without tragic events taking place. Events resulting in mass death. Events ripping families apart. Events ruining innocents' sanity. Events he took a sick pleasure in. No, the people would never know. He intended to be reputed as a benevolent, wise, merciful, and amicable leader. A veritable male Evita*. And he would be. Not only in reputation, but in reality. That is, after all, what he worked so painstakingly for. No longer would he enjoy chaos, strife, and pain. He would shed the skin of the sadist he was, and don a new one of a Good Samaritan — a saviour. He would bring his people into a new, brighter era. With these thoughts in mind, he took in a deep breath of the odor of fire and her destruction before he turned his back to the turmoil in favour of beginning the long journey to what he currently called home. He had a family dinner to prepare for.
*Evita as portrayed in Andrew Lloyd Webber's hit musical.
Anyway. To continue, or not to continue; that is the question. Were I to continue it, I would likely be going back and describing the events that led up to this. Review or PM and let me know. Actually, review or PM anyway.