Without Memory
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction and wouldn't have to worry about paying next months bills, but as you can see, I do write fanfiction (and have to worry about paying my bills) so there is only one possible conclusion, I do not own HP.
Please also note that English isn't my first language, you'll have to forgive me if my grammar is off at times.
Chapter 1:
Of ancient Potions and loosing your Mind
Lucius Malfoy walked briskly down the dark Corridors of Voldemorts Hideout. The old Manor they were currently residing in was lying secluded in a forest and not a soul lived within the next 20 kilometers, one of the reasons why Lord Voldemort had chosen it. It wasn't the nicest of places but served its purpose. Lucius was on his way to see his Master and despite this in an exceptionally good mood, for the first time in a while he did not have to worry about possible punishments for reporting yet another failed mission.
No, this evening was different, finally after over 7 months of hard work, spent either in a dark and clammy Laboratory or the Manors dusty Library, he had successfully completed a Potion his Master had ordered him to brew. It hadn't been an easy task and Lucius had to admit that he would have been glad to have had Severus Snape's help more than once. Personal dislike aside, the Potions Master was without a doubt the best and most experienced when it came to the art of potions brewing. Lucius however hadn't dared to even suggest this, being aware of his Lord's distrust concerning Snape and the fact that it was more than likely justified, he had known that consulting the man for help was out of question.
Not having another option he had spent the majority of his days researching, trying to decipher old recipes or blackmailing more than one person into telling him crucial information. Now it would be paying off. The potion was finished.
He rounded the final corner almost running into Wormtail on the way, who judging by the Look of terror on his face, had had the honor of reporting to their Master today. The small, pudgy man let out a frightened squeak before hurrying off as fast as his short legs would carry him. Smirking to himself and shaking his head Lucius knocked on the old wooden doors of Lord Voldemort's personal chambers. Wormtail would never change, it had been his cowardice that put him into this position and it would be his cowardice that killed him one day.
"Come in!"
Lucius did not fail to notice the impatience and anger in Lord Voldemort's voice. He took a deep breath, staring at the small Vial in his hand for a moment, before pushing open the double doors and stepping inside, telling himself that he had nothing to fear today.
The room was sparsely lit, the only light coming from a small lamp sitting on Voldemorts desk. The bulky old and dark wooden furniture together with the shadows the small lamp was throwing across the floor made Lucius feel like the walls of the room where closing in on him. He bowed down to Voldemort who was sitting behind his desk, blood red eyes gleaming in the darkness, his snakelike face seemingly even paler than usual. He was regarding his servant with a look of indifference but Lucius knew this expression too well to be fooled. His master wasn't in a good mood at all.
"Is there anything in particular that made you feel the need to disturb me at this time of night?" Voldemort asked, leaning back in his chair closing the book he had been reading with an audible thud. Lucius resisted the urge to flinch and did not let his momentary uncertainty show as he glanced at the grandfather clock to his right, noticing that it was indeed far later than he had previously assumed, almost one o'clock in the morning.
"Yes, Master, actually there is" he replied, fully intending to further explain himself when Voldemort cut him off mid sentence.
"I hope it wasn't Wormtail who begged you to tell me the rest about yesterday's mission's disastrous outcome, because if so, I suggest you leave right now before we both have something to regret in the morning."
"No, Master, nothing of the sort, I assure you." Lucius answered hurriedly. "No, I have good news." Voldemort arched an eyebrow at this "Indeed" he whispered, his interest sparked.
"I was able to finally complete the potion you asked me to brew for you, it wasn't easy to get some of the necessary information, but here it is" Lucius held out the Vial, it's silvery content shimmering in the dim light, He watched as Voldemorts lipless mouth formed a satisfied smile. "Very good," he said standing up and walking around his desk, stopping in front of Lucius who was still offering the potion to him. "Very good. And you are sure of course, that this potion will have the desired effect." Lucius bowed again "Of course my Lord, by taking this you will be restored to your old body almost immediately." Voldemort merely nodded before taking the potion out of his servants hands. Lucius watched him and couldn't help but think that it would be a relief not to have to look at this snakelike monster anymore.
Voldemort had sat down at his desk again, and uncorked the vial, throwing a last glance at Lucius he gulped down the potion, his face contorting in disgust at its bitter taste.
Nothing happened and Lucius could feel the first sweat bullets form on his forehead. The tension in the room was palpable, the grandfather clocks rhythmic ticking slowly beginning to severely tear at his already strained nerves. After a good 3 minutes of waiting he was sure that he was done for, the potion should have shown an effect already. Much to his surprise though, Voldemort kept waiting patiently as if he knew something Lucius didn't.
Then, all of a sudden Voldemort started to cough violently, doubling over in his seat, before falling to the floor in obvious pain. Lucius was instantly at his Masters side, for a moment forgetting what would happen to him if he, no matter how slim the chances, had indeed messed up this dangerous potion. That was, if his master was even able to punish him if he had. To his relief though, the man's appearance had begun to change. The potion was working.
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After what seemed like hours of squirming in agony, Voldemort finally laid still and nothing but his ragged breathing could be heard. Lucius stared down at him, he hadn't expected the potion to cause this much pain, but then, he had expected it to work immediately either.
In front of him now lay a boy with thick, shiny black hair that reached his shoulders, he had a rather cute face and at the moment wore an, for Voldemort extremely uncharacteristically, peaceful expression. Lucius had often contemplated what his Master would possibly look like, or more accurately did look like when he was younger, but never had he imagined him to have looked like this. His delicate face and slight frame stood in stark contrast to his cruel and merciless character.
He was startled out of his thoughts when the boy stirred looking down Lucius found himself staring into beautiful bright green eyes. The boy's so far peaceful, if somewhat confused expression, now quickly changed into one of glee that Lucius knew very well. Voldemort sat up, and stared at his hands "So it worked" he said quietly. Lucius wasn't sure if this was a mere statement or if he expected some sort of confirmation. "It did" he replied, just in case. Standing up quickly Voldemort stared down at him. "You seem relieved. You weren't as doubtless about your potion as you made me believe I take it." Lucius would have panicked at this accusation for sure if Voldemort's appearance hadn't changed so drastically. Standing there having to hold his now too big robes together to keep them from sliding off his thin shoulders, he didn't look even half as intimidating as he, judging by his expression, wanted to..
Lucius rose from his crouching position on the floor, shaking his head, hoping to avoid angering his master any further "No Master, I wouldn't dare, I was merely startled by its amazing effect." Voldemort now had to look up at Lucius. It obviously through him off for a moment because he stood there, mouth open, but not actually saying anything. Catching himself quickly though, he threw his head back in severe annoyance, again not exactly appearing as superior as intended "Is that so?" he asked. "Anyway, not that it matters now, it was a success after all. You may leave." Voldemort turned around and Lucius stared at his back for a moment, utterly surprised by this sudden and uncharacteristic mood swing, before deciding that he'd better do as he was told.
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Standing outside the double doors once more, he couldn't help but wonder what exactly had happened in there. Voldemort had thrown him out of his chambers more than once, but this time had been different, he had appeared insecure and, Lucius had to admit, immature. "I wonder if this potion affected his mind as well as his body, but he would have taken this into consideration wouldn't he?"
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Okay ^__^ this was the first chapter, what do you think? Is it worth continuing? The idea for this suddenly hit me out of the blue and I had to write it..wouldn't leave me alone ^^ The first chapter wasn't really good and I know it, but it was necessary for the actual plot. I could of course have started with Voldemort already having his old body back, but I wanted to show that there was something..wrong with him immediately after taking the potion. ;)
Also.this will really be Tom Riddle/Hermione, you'll see ^-^
It's the first time I tried to write a fanfiction in English; I hope there weren't too many mistakes.
Next chapter: A Deatheater meeting with a moody and strangely forgetful Voldemort and Lucius has to face that he messed up the potion quite severely.
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction and wouldn't have to worry about paying next months bills, but as you can see, I do write fanfiction (and have to worry about paying my bills) so there is only one possible conclusion, I do not own HP.
Please also note that English isn't my first language, you'll have to forgive me if my grammar is off at times.
Chapter 1:
Of ancient Potions and loosing your Mind
Lucius Malfoy walked briskly down the dark Corridors of Voldemorts Hideout. The old Manor they were currently residing in was lying secluded in a forest and not a soul lived within the next 20 kilometers, one of the reasons why Lord Voldemort had chosen it. It wasn't the nicest of places but served its purpose. Lucius was on his way to see his Master and despite this in an exceptionally good mood, for the first time in a while he did not have to worry about possible punishments for reporting yet another failed mission.
No, this evening was different, finally after over 7 months of hard work, spent either in a dark and clammy Laboratory or the Manors dusty Library, he had successfully completed a Potion his Master had ordered him to brew. It hadn't been an easy task and Lucius had to admit that he would have been glad to have had Severus Snape's help more than once. Personal dislike aside, the Potions Master was without a doubt the best and most experienced when it came to the art of potions brewing. Lucius however hadn't dared to even suggest this, being aware of his Lord's distrust concerning Snape and the fact that it was more than likely justified, he had known that consulting the man for help was out of question.
Not having another option he had spent the majority of his days researching, trying to decipher old recipes or blackmailing more than one person into telling him crucial information. Now it would be paying off. The potion was finished.
He rounded the final corner almost running into Wormtail on the way, who judging by the Look of terror on his face, had had the honor of reporting to their Master today. The small, pudgy man let out a frightened squeak before hurrying off as fast as his short legs would carry him. Smirking to himself and shaking his head Lucius knocked on the old wooden doors of Lord Voldemort's personal chambers. Wormtail would never change, it had been his cowardice that put him into this position and it would be his cowardice that killed him one day.
"Come in!"
Lucius did not fail to notice the impatience and anger in Lord Voldemort's voice. He took a deep breath, staring at the small Vial in his hand for a moment, before pushing open the double doors and stepping inside, telling himself that he had nothing to fear today.
The room was sparsely lit, the only light coming from a small lamp sitting on Voldemorts desk. The bulky old and dark wooden furniture together with the shadows the small lamp was throwing across the floor made Lucius feel like the walls of the room where closing in on him. He bowed down to Voldemort who was sitting behind his desk, blood red eyes gleaming in the darkness, his snakelike face seemingly even paler than usual. He was regarding his servant with a look of indifference but Lucius knew this expression too well to be fooled. His master wasn't in a good mood at all.
"Is there anything in particular that made you feel the need to disturb me at this time of night?" Voldemort asked, leaning back in his chair closing the book he had been reading with an audible thud. Lucius resisted the urge to flinch and did not let his momentary uncertainty show as he glanced at the grandfather clock to his right, noticing that it was indeed far later than he had previously assumed, almost one o'clock in the morning.
"Yes, Master, actually there is" he replied, fully intending to further explain himself when Voldemort cut him off mid sentence.
"I hope it wasn't Wormtail who begged you to tell me the rest about yesterday's mission's disastrous outcome, because if so, I suggest you leave right now before we both have something to regret in the morning."
"No, Master, nothing of the sort, I assure you." Lucius answered hurriedly. "No, I have good news." Voldemort arched an eyebrow at this "Indeed" he whispered, his interest sparked.
"I was able to finally complete the potion you asked me to brew for you, it wasn't easy to get some of the necessary information, but here it is" Lucius held out the Vial, it's silvery content shimmering in the dim light, He watched as Voldemorts lipless mouth formed a satisfied smile. "Very good," he said standing up and walking around his desk, stopping in front of Lucius who was still offering the potion to him. "Very good. And you are sure of course, that this potion will have the desired effect." Lucius bowed again "Of course my Lord, by taking this you will be restored to your old body almost immediately." Voldemort merely nodded before taking the potion out of his servants hands. Lucius watched him and couldn't help but think that it would be a relief not to have to look at this snakelike monster anymore.
Voldemort had sat down at his desk again, and uncorked the vial, throwing a last glance at Lucius he gulped down the potion, his face contorting in disgust at its bitter taste.
Nothing happened and Lucius could feel the first sweat bullets form on his forehead. The tension in the room was palpable, the grandfather clocks rhythmic ticking slowly beginning to severely tear at his already strained nerves. After a good 3 minutes of waiting he was sure that he was done for, the potion should have shown an effect already. Much to his surprise though, Voldemort kept waiting patiently as if he knew something Lucius didn't.
Then, all of a sudden Voldemort started to cough violently, doubling over in his seat, before falling to the floor in obvious pain. Lucius was instantly at his Masters side, for a moment forgetting what would happen to him if he, no matter how slim the chances, had indeed messed up this dangerous potion. That was, if his master was even able to punish him if he had. To his relief though, the man's appearance had begun to change. The potion was working.
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After what seemed like hours of squirming in agony, Voldemort finally laid still and nothing but his ragged breathing could be heard. Lucius stared down at him, he hadn't expected the potion to cause this much pain, but then, he had expected it to work immediately either.
In front of him now lay a boy with thick, shiny black hair that reached his shoulders, he had a rather cute face and at the moment wore an, for Voldemort extremely uncharacteristically, peaceful expression. Lucius had often contemplated what his Master would possibly look like, or more accurately did look like when he was younger, but never had he imagined him to have looked like this. His delicate face and slight frame stood in stark contrast to his cruel and merciless character.
He was startled out of his thoughts when the boy stirred looking down Lucius found himself staring into beautiful bright green eyes. The boy's so far peaceful, if somewhat confused expression, now quickly changed into one of glee that Lucius knew very well. Voldemort sat up, and stared at his hands "So it worked" he said quietly. Lucius wasn't sure if this was a mere statement or if he expected some sort of confirmation. "It did" he replied, just in case. Standing up quickly Voldemort stared down at him. "You seem relieved. You weren't as doubtless about your potion as you made me believe I take it." Lucius would have panicked at this accusation for sure if Voldemort's appearance hadn't changed so drastically. Standing there having to hold his now too big robes together to keep them from sliding off his thin shoulders, he didn't look even half as intimidating as he, judging by his expression, wanted to..
Lucius rose from his crouching position on the floor, shaking his head, hoping to avoid angering his master any further "No Master, I wouldn't dare, I was merely startled by its amazing effect." Voldemort now had to look up at Lucius. It obviously through him off for a moment because he stood there, mouth open, but not actually saying anything. Catching himself quickly though, he threw his head back in severe annoyance, again not exactly appearing as superior as intended "Is that so?" he asked. "Anyway, not that it matters now, it was a success after all. You may leave." Voldemort turned around and Lucius stared at his back for a moment, utterly surprised by this sudden and uncharacteristic mood swing, before deciding that he'd better do as he was told.
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Standing outside the double doors once more, he couldn't help but wonder what exactly had happened in there. Voldemort had thrown him out of his chambers more than once, but this time had been different, he had appeared insecure and, Lucius had to admit, immature. "I wonder if this potion affected his mind as well as his body, but he would have taken this into consideration wouldn't he?"
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Okay ^__^ this was the first chapter, what do you think? Is it worth continuing? The idea for this suddenly hit me out of the blue and I had to write it..wouldn't leave me alone ^^ The first chapter wasn't really good and I know it, but it was necessary for the actual plot. I could of course have started with Voldemort already having his old body back, but I wanted to show that there was something..wrong with him immediately after taking the potion. ;)
Also.this will really be Tom Riddle/Hermione, you'll see ^-^
It's the first time I tried to write a fanfiction in English; I hope there weren't too many mistakes.
Next chapter: A Deatheater meeting with a moody and strangely forgetful Voldemort and Lucius has to face that he messed up the potion quite severely.