HERE I AM AGAIN!! MY FIRST EVER SEQUEL TO A STORY!!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!
Memoirs
A/N: It's short but it'll have to do.
Chapter 1
"How's America, Lucius?" Lord Voldemort asked. He had successfully rejuvenated a few months after his love had died, and was taking immense care of his body, waiting for her to return. He got up early every morning and did a few laps around the outskirts of private gardens. He dieted well, didn't drink too much, didn't smoke and didn't do drugs.
"Quite dull, milord. I would have thought that the Americans would have put up a fight. Instead, they lie down like dogs." The cold heartless blonde sneered. His once platinum blonde hair was turning grey, and his face had aged dramatically.
"It comes as no surprise. They're all talk." Voldemort sneered. (A/N: no offence to Americans. I love you all!!)
"Milord, I got you a gift." Lucius offered.
"What would that be?" the Dark Lord asked sarcastically. Lucius smirked and left his chair. He walked over to the door and opened it. 2 hooded and masked Death Eaters were holding a struggling and resisting girl by the arms.
Voldemort/Tom stood up and examined the girl. She was about Hermione's age and looked quite similar to his dead wife. She had long brown straight hair, deep chocolate eyes. Her pale flesh was unblemished from freckles, or spots, or moles or the like. She was very beautiful, all in all.
"What's this?" Tom asked angrily.
"A gift."
"No, I see a filthy whore you thought I would take pleasure in." Also, he had become crueller.
"Milord?" Lucius said, uncertainly.
"Dispose of her." Tom ordered the 2 masked Death Eaters. They dragged the whimpering girl from the room and Lucius looked at Tom looking gob-smacked and horrified.
"Milord?"
"Lucius, you may have moved on but I haven't."
"Milord, she's gone. She's been gone for 6 months."
"6 months? You get over things so quickly don't you?" Tom walked over to a huge window, and Lucius joined him.
"Milord, the prophecy said you had to take Hermione as your own, and you did."
"No. It said that our child would rule the world. I have only gained more strength in battle because I killed the Saviour of the Light."
"Yes, milord."
"I'm still hoping though. Because, Hermione will be resurrected soon. I performed a sacred ritual last night and she will be reborn within 24 hours." Tom explained.
"Yes, milord."
"I've come across a Time Turner. It can travel forward and backwards in time. If it turns out that the ritual has not worked, I will travel back to the night of her suicide and stop it happening."
"Are you sure, milord? If anything went wrong-"
"Nothing will go wrong, Lucius. Now stop questioning me. You may be my right hand but you still need to pay me full respect." Tom scolded.
"Yes, milord." Lucius bowed deeply.
"Go now, Lucius. I need to think." Lucius bowed, walked over to the door and left.
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Tom walked leisurely around his gardens, heading in no particular direction. Then, a shooting star. It was close. Very close. And then, it landed. Near the Willow.
"Hermione." He whispered and ran for the grave.
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Light shimmered over Hermione's rotten form. Then, skin blossomed, colour returned and life returned.