AN: Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't posted anything in a while, but here I am now, finally posting the story I've been working almost a whole year on. YAY! Posting the first chapter today is to celebrate the one-year anniversary of the Patronus12 account! Whooooo! *chucks cake at everyone, and dumps confetti onto the heads of Talon, Tawny, Sneaky, and Niagara* :D
Anyway, chapters in this story will vary in length, but it's all just for fun. I'll try to update as frequently as possible, but you know how I am. Eh.
Here is chapter one of VLI- my totally-not-brand-new, completely random fic. Enjoy!
((Edit 12/11/15: I am going through and rewriting the two chapters I have up so far, and hopefully adding more when I can. I hope it's a little better this time around! Feedback is much appreciated.))
Lord Voldemort liked to think that he was a respected and feared man, and he wasn't afraid to be honest about that seemingly narcissistic opinion. He was, after all, quite worthy of being considered as such.
He was an extremely powerful wizard. He was the most formidable wizard in existence, in his eyes; it wasn't as if Dumbledore counted, right? Surely he was, if people were afraid, or reluctant at best, to even utter his name. He had his supporters, as well: people who believed that he was the great man he said he was. His massive army was always behind him, composed of his loyal and handy-dandy Death Eaters, and they had found allies in all sorts of the darkest creatures. So what if trolls weren't smart? They were gargantuan, and managed to flatten their opponents eventually. Brawn over brains, in their case. He had to keep it balanced somehow.
On top of all of that, he was educated in all forms of magic, both Light and Dark- except for that Love nonsense, but he did just fine without it anyway. His main advantage was the Darkness, as the Light side wouldn't use both, even if they were capable.
He had extensive plans for his soon-to-be empire, when he had conquered the Muggles and ruled the Wizarding world with an iron fist. But, as karma would have it, he had one weak spot in his oh-so-wonderful plans. Achieving world domination would be a perfectly simple feat if it wasn't for Harry Potter. That boy drove Voldemort up the wall with his endless, torturous strokes of luck. The-Boy-Who-Lived-to-Frustrate-the-Dark-Lord-and-Foil-Every-Single-One-of-HIs-Evil-Plans just. Wouldn't. DIE!
He tried, he really did- He tried to his fullest capabilities every day, he stayed up through all hours of the night pacing the floor and formulating an infinite number of plans, he tried until he could try no longer and fell asleep, waking up the next day to do it again. He tried to kill the boy. He had a whole folder of future schemes and failed attempts in his secret lair, from 'Plan A' to 'Y'. But to no avail; none of it ever worked! Potter always had a stroke of luck, he would fume after a disastrous confrontation. Or a bit of last-minute help from the Bearded Nuisance, or even someone to jump into the path of death for him… Speaking of which, self-sacrifice was another thing he would never understand. He couldn't bear not knowing how Potter managed to escape from his clutches every time, with no exceptions thus far. He was the almighty Lord Voldemort! How was it possible that he was being foiled by a teenager?
He'd tried for years, but his plans had always been foiled by mere circumstance. Every time Lord Voldemort failed to kill Harry Potter, a little more of his sanity trickled away from him, until the day came when he had failed one too many times. On this day, as the Dark Lord stared at the spot on the ground where his retreated nemesis had been standing just seconds ago, something in the temporal lobe of his brilliant brain snapped. Poof. Like a rainbow bit of yarn cut with a shiny pair of scissors. A metaphorical cloud of sparkling mist spread from that cut string, leaking through to the parietal and frontal lobes, obliterating everything in its path.
And on that fateful day, the entire world, the galaxy, the universe nearly exploded at the ringing sound of his maniacal laughter.
AN: This was just a taste of what's to come. I actually have 11 chapter pre-written, and I think… 28 in total planned out, but if you want to leave a suggestion for either a chapter theme or a small thing I should include in any of my chapters, those would be appreciated! Let me know what you thought! Again, this was just a sort of prologue and probably didn't seem like much, but I would also appreciate it if you'd take the time to click ahead and read the next chapters! Thanks for reading.
~Breeze
