A/N: Written for the Favourite House Boot Camp with 'contagious', and for the Minor Character Boot Camp with 'forbidden', but mainly for the Twenty Minute Drabble Challenge.
Enjoy!
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The Dark Lord is wonderful in his power. All those who have ever seen him ruling over a crowd will testify to this, and that power is never more apparent to me than when his great brain is sitting snugly next to mine.
When the Lord came into my head physically, that was not the first time he had invaded my thoughts. When I was a young boy at school I used to dream of having so much power, of being able to control whoever I wanted. I would fantasize about teasing and casting hexes on the boys who bullied me. I would hope that one day, the Lord would accept me into his ranks.
Of course, at that time I was not to have had my joy. The possibility of a membership into the Death Eaters was torn away from me as soon as Harry Potter, in an act of pure selfishness, was saved only to defeat the Dark Lord. That was the time of my life when I thought it could not get any worse; everyone around me was cheering and celebrating, while I could only mope and think of endless 'what ifs'.
They do not understand the fascination that comes with so much forbidden power, those 'normal' people. If they could have their way they would live their life with each day the same as the next, mundane and ordinary. It would be hell for me. My intellect is too great to be wasted on a life of teaching; I want only to be part of something greater.
In the moment I joined my body with the Dark Lord's, I could not have imagined any better feeling. I could feel his thoughts writhing in my brain, itching to transform themselves into actions. I could feel my will bending slowly to his. I could feel us becoming one being, his ideas weaving themselves contagiously in with mine.
After a time, I could not truly say whether a thought in our head was created by him of by me.
Through my willingness to give myself up to him, I became the Dark Lord.
I will rule again.
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Fin