Untouched Memories

By: Tifa's Cloud

Disclaimer:I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, sadly. This story is inspired by an RPG-ing site I participate in as Lord Voldemort.

Summary: A series of events before Voldemort became entirely evil. The things he did not know and the things he had to let go. The pre-Dark Lord days of Tom Marvolo Riddle. Set in Bellatrix Black's seventh year. Voldemort's older of course, but read on. Tom's already a Dark Lord but a chain of twisted events will soon follow.

Chapter 1: Waiting for Him

Bellatrix waited in the darkness of the Forbidden Forest for him. She pulled her cloak about her and shivered in the cold.

Movement of twigs startled Bellatrix. She turned swiftly to the direction. (gak.. did bad thing. sorry.. My bad)

There he was, with His evil glory, Lord Voldemort emerged from the shadows lowering his hood.

"It seems that you are frightened" He whispered. " I didn't trust the thought you would actually come"

Bellatrix knelt before her master bowing her head.

"Of course I would come, master. I could not disobey you, not at all."

" Stand up Bellatrix, you kneeling is a site I do not want to witness." Voldemort gestured a 'boning' hand. He looked at the young student with his snake-like eyes. His silhouette under the moon mad the ambience even more eerie. He glanced at the glistening surface of Hogwarts' lake.

"I have a proposition..." He started.

Bellatrix took his hand and got to her feet.

"Yes Master..."

He stared at for a moment at the young lass then turned away again. " You are much too young but, I am growing weaker and weaker... I don't have much time left." When he said this, a huge gasp followed. "Bella I ask of you.."

Bellatrix stepped in front of Voldemort and looked into his face.

"What are you talking about? You're not that old Master. What are you asking?"

"You will graduate and I don't know what will become of me by then. " He expalined then paused.

" Do you fear my Dark Mark Bella?" he asked sternly.

"No." Bellatrix said a little shaky. "No!" she said again trying to sound convincing even though she wasn't afraid she was a little nervous. She looked down at herself embarrassed.

" Talented, Smart, Pure-blood and those sort." Voldemort cackled. " You could be a waste... Underneath all those things, i see fear Bellatrix." He continued. "Are you afraid of the Dark Mark? hm.. Let me rephrase that, Are you afraid of me Bellatrix Black?"

"No! Master I'm not! I'm not a waste! I'm not afraid of you! How could I be?"

His bony fingers suddenly wrapped around her porcelain white skin. A sly grin ran across his face. " You're shaking.."

"I-I'm sorry Master! I'm not trying to shake. I'm not afraid!"

His grip loosened and tension left. "You are not very good at lying did you know that?"

" I have come to ask for your assistance" Voldemort began. "As we all know, I am drained of life every single day. I need help... like a parasite to its host." He took Bella's arm again. "Would you scar yourself and heed to my calls?... Bellatrix Black, join me."

Bellatrix nodded and stepped closer to Voldemort.

"I'll join you now. I don't care about school! Let me join you now!"
Bellatrix pleaded with him desperately, her eyes shining with desperation.

"No not yet.. . If you want to spend you life for me then have patience... patience of power and patience in your decisions. If you act now, you might end up getting expelled. Hone your skills for the remaining years because it will be most useful in the future. And you, walking my path, by my side." Explained Voldemort. "Little by little I shall gather but I tell you this before the rest because I kow you are very capable... of being my right hand"

"Oh." Bellatrix said feeling dejected now. "But I've made a mess of my life. I've taken to using Unforgivables, my mates have seen me using them and Im gonna get expelled anyway. I may as well run away." she said sadly. "It's not like I'm going to get too far with my exams anyway."

Bellatrix began to walk away through the forest.

"This isn't some lame Muggle soap opera Bellatrix" Voldemort called gently but something in his voice made even the bravest men stop before him. " Do you think you'd get far with me baring that attitude. It seems you are not the Black I watched over and knew..."He droned on.

From a distance, he dug his hands in his robes and tipped a glass vile in his mouth. " I tire.."

"I am every inch the Black that you watched over and knew so don't accuse me of that! Is it not enough that I am loyal to you and adore you like the rest of your followers? What do you want from me?"

Bellatrix had furious tears in her eyes as she spoke.

Voldemort gave dry coughs and staggered. He found a tree's trunk to lean unto to support him. He threw the glass vile to the ground then he winced a few times. "Do you know how much I try to take back everything that has been lost from me?" He straightened and looked at Bellatrix Black. Shock would be best to describe the moment.

"Master? Are you alright? What've you drunk?" asked Bellatrix rushing over to him.

"What the hell have you done? And what the hell are you on about?"

His snake like eyes turned to beautiful gray orbs and his features probably aged back 30 or so years. His sly grin came out so handsomely under the moonlit sky. "You see how far I would go? Even take the image of my father again and again to remind myself that I too carry the blood of a muggle. It has been so hard... and painful" He followed another cough. " I cannot do this alone anymore." He straightened and seeing him filled with youth was overwhelming. Tom Marvolo Riddle stood there... real... and in person. Desperation was at its peak.

Okay Chapter 1 done. I'm working on Chapter 2 so it'll be done right away. Read and Review please and no flames. Thanks.

Tifa's Cloud