(A.N.)So... New story idea. I seem to have plenty of ideas for those. Oh and for those of you who are awaiting the next chapter of *Finding...* it should be up sooner or later. More on the later... Anyways, I hope you like this!
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Thoughts
(Parssseltongue)
Title: The Inevitable Rise of Darkness or The Impending Ascend of A Dark Angel
Chapter 1 The Daily Life of An Angel
Third Person POV
Darkness.
Smoke.
Crimson droplets of blood lay upon the rough, desolute ground.
There was slight breeze, chilling, albeit shallow.
There was an almost negligible ringing in her ears. One that sounded eerily
similar to victims' pleading screams of mercy.
There were also post flashes of light reappearing in her mind. The faint light
of the ward, now breached and broken. The light that came from her gracious
wand, the very same wand that immediately diminished the light from
unfortunate pawns' eyes.
The pungent smell of smoke, however, did not stop her wandering mind.
Davidson Raid: Sucessful she thought.
Her father, she hoped, would be proud. The Davidsons' were a prominent
"Light" family, another one of those fool- hearty families that were
unquestioningly loyal to the old centurian coot who should have died already.
Honestly she thought How can these people follow the old sod? Their loyalty
was sickening. Really, behing the grandfatherly tone and twinkling eyes,
Dumbledore was a power greedy, master manipulator, that shaped the world
to his liking, or what was more commonly known as the "greater good".
She was shaken from her ranting stupor by a loud, ecstatic voice "Dearest
Evangleline, would you like to do th honours?" asked Bellatrix, who was
gazing at said girl fondly.
Blinking a few times, Evangeline replied "Of course Aunt Bella, thank you."
Bellatrix nodded in acknowledgement.
Evangeline smirked, directing it at the lower ranking Death Eaters, who were
glaring at her with poorly concealed jealousy.
Clearing her throat, she pointed her wand at the Davidsons' house ( in her
opinion it was considered a shack) and said "Incendio!"
Evangeline made sure her almost silver flames burned only the house and not
the surrrounding garden, nor the Davidsons' cadavers.
When she was assured the magical flames would not get out of her control,
she pointed her wand at the clear night sky, her left arm tingling, and
proclaimed loudly "Morsmordre!", releasing the Dark Mark into the
midnight sky.
Seconds after the incantation, several pops and cracks resounded into the air.
Grasping a silver rose from inside her cloak, she left the flower in its glory for
all to see, before disapparating to Riddle Manor, her silver
mask glittering in the moonlight.
Half an hour later, Evangeline found herself the only other person in the vast
throne room, discluding Nagini and her own father, the Dark Lord himself.
Yes, Evangeline was the Dark Lord's heir and daughter.
Walking up to her father's marble, obsidian coloured throne, while removing
her silver mask, she sat down on the left arm rest.
In reply, the Dark Lord, amused, cocked his eyebrow at her; she simply just
shrugged and laid her head on his shoulder, feeling contentment wash over
her.
She was the only person to have and exploit these luxuries, well if you did
not count Nagini that is, who had just slithered out of the room.
Hmmm... I wonder where she's headed to thought Evangeline, who was
cuddling up to her father. (She was the only one allowed to do this)
An unanticipated movement caused her to gaze upwards and see her father
staring intently at her with a mysterious glint in his eyes.
Challengingly, she met his gaze with one of her own. For a few seconds, dark
crimson and Avada Kedavra green eyes tried to stare the other down.
Then, unexpectedly, withiut any foreseen warning, the Dark Lord gathered
Evangeline into his embrace and kissed her soundly on the forehead.
Mentally, Evangeline was smirking. Ha! I bet dad was going to lose, cheater.
Sensing the direction of his daughter's thoughts, the Dark lord hissed to
cover up his 'loss' (You have done well Angel, you are more than worthy of
being my protege and heir.)
If Evangeline was not smiling before, she was beaming now. Although she
knew her father cared or was proud of her, he barely showed it.
With much vigor she tightly embraced her father and hissed happily back
(Thank you father!)
She then proceeded to snuggle into her father's cloaked figure and relaxed
into the comforting touches she was starved out of in her early childhood.
She also relished in the feeling of home and family she felt.
The Dark Lord and his 'Dark Angel' sat with each other for several more
moments, basking in each other's comfort and company.
An hour later found Evangeline dullingly laying atop her grey silked sheeted
four poster bed. She was intently staring at the inside of her left arm, close to
her wrist.
An hour prior had her father practically commanded her to go and get some
rest for the night.
Honestly she thought for a Dark Lord, he could be so fatherly. And he could
fuss louder than a mother hen.
She smirked at her last thought.
On the inside of her left arm, was a magical tattoo branded permanently into
her skin. The tattoo was a special one, it was a moderately smaller version of
the Dark Mark, but had a single, full bloomed rose, going directly through the
skull, diagnally. Also, instead of the tattoo being black, it was a completely
shining silver. It was her own special mark given to her by her father.
Besides the noticable difference, it also did not burn steadily when her
father conducted a meeting. Her 'mark' only gave a slight tingle instead.
Yes, Evangeline Ilena Axis Riddle was very special (or at least she thought
so )
She had great amounts of power, an innocent babydoll face, a fierce glare,
and a dark alluring aura that made people grovel and respect her.
Evangeline sat up and sighed. She wanted to gain sleep, but whether it was
insomania or all the thoughts keeping her awake, she couln't tell.
She stood up and stretched, adrenaline from the raid still coursing through
her veins.
I haven't had a worthy challenge tonight ,maybe that's why I can't sleep she
mused.
Climbing back upon her bed, and settling into her pillow, Evangeline reached
beside her to grab a book from her bedside table.
Her newest nightly read - A Master's Guide to Advanced Tranfiguration. While it
would seem a bit odd that this particular book would be read by the Dark Heir, to
her it was not.
Not only was the tome written in Parseltongue, ( it was written by Rial
Mortimer, a descendant of Salazar Slytherin) it was also first edition.
Evangeline found it interesting, she read it and made darker alterations to the
'lighter' spells, but the real reason she cherished the tome was becasue her
father had given it to her for her fourteenth birthday this summer.
Later, when she was finished with another chapter, Evangeline was
snuggling undereath her soft duvet where she envisioned the world her and her
father would reconstruct from the 'Lights' fallen ashes, before falling to the
realm of Morpheus.
The Dark Lord lay pondering over the current war, laying comfortably in his
bed. ( Yes, even the Dark Lord needed sleep)
He prided himself in knowing to pick the most powerful, talented, and most
loyal supporters. Also, in knowing which alliances to make, which battles to
fight, what words to say, and in basically making highly important and/or
benificial decisions.
There were many of those in his life : to defy Dumbledore, to kill the
remaining of his family, to create Horcruxes etc. But of everything, he admits, the
best decision he ever made was adopting one Harriet Lillian Potter now
Evangeline Ilena Axis Riddle.
Making her his heir and protege were not only benificial, it was... he admits
she found a way into his stone, cold heart. His Angel was powerful,
charismatic, silver tongued and cheeky.
He absolutely hated how much control she had over him and his decisions.
He couln't stand punishing her and if he did it only a few seconds before
handing her a potion to heal her. For Merlin's sake! What the hell did that brat of a
girl do to him?
He was the feared Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort and he couldn't even bear to
see her in any amount of pain.
Honestly he thought while shaking his head. Evangeline was cunning and
exploited her father's love and the worst part, was she knew it too. (Not that
it stopped him from spoiling her.)
He truly cared for her, regardless, he just didn't show any inclination in front
of most of his followers. ( Who knew what sort of pandemonium would break
out if he did.)
The Dark Lord was also immensely pleased tonight by her reports of the
permanent end of the (annoying) Davidson family, known for being unwaveringly
loyal pawns to Dumbledore.
The Dark Lord wanted Dumbledore finished ages ago, but was secretly
thankful he wasn't. He wouldn't have his Angel if it wasn't for the old codger.
Only a select few of his Inner Circle Death Eaters (Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Rabastan,
Lucius, Severus, and Barty) knew of Evangeline's past identity.
While the Dark Lord knew that Angel regarded him as true family, she still
kept tabs on her old 'family', if the monsters could even be called that.
It was hard not to when the Potters or their 'wittle Zachy' were on the front
page, headline news of the incompetent Daily Prophet every other day.
What the majority of the Wizarding world didn't know, was that Evangeline
was actually the missing (now deemed deceased) younger twin sister of
Zachary Nathaniel Potter, the supposed 'Chosen One'.
In his opinion, Zachary Potter was just an arrogant bastard like his father,
that didn't even possess a tenth of the power and talent his Angel endowed.
How Dumbledore thought Zachary was the fabled 'Chosen One' he didn't
know. Old Man's gone daft in his years, must be those lemon drops.
The Dark Lord had seen the magical aura of Zachary Potter and it wasn't
anything special, he was a mediocre wizard at best.
It was so obvious that Evangeline was the proclaimed 'Chosen One', it was
just a shame the 'Light' didn't know it sooner. ( Not really.)
When the Dark Lord found little six year old Harriet in the forest beside the
Potter's estate, broken and beated, he was outraged at whatever monsters
could do this to a child,(even he wasn't that evil, though the Light might argue about
that) and took her back to Riddle Manor, where she lived ever since.
He was beyond furious when he saw the extensive scarring James and Lily
Potter had inflincted upon their child, all because of her brother being the
'Chosen One'.
And they call that side the 'Light' he snorted As if.
Honestly though, how Dumbledore missed that his Angel was the 'Chosen
One' was beyond him.
The Dark Lord could feel his daughter's aura (which was very dark and
alluring, just like his) and with a special 'sight' could see how strong her
magic was. That was one of the reasons he took her back to his own Manor.
You just don't leave a six year old girl with the magical level equal to that of a fourth
year behind.
The other reason of her being a Parselmouth. (she had conversed with Nagini before)
All in all, he thanked whatever Fates' there were, for he wouldn't have his
Angel without them.
Before the Dark Lord succumbed to sleep, his last thought was of the world
him and his Angel would create from the ruins of the Light.
(A,N.) Wow! Throughout the story there will be flashbacks of Evangeline's ( Harriet's) previous life. Angel (Harry) wil remain 'Dark' in this future story sooo if you were expecting a darkHarry turn lightHarry, this isn't your type of story. Oh, and Severus is actually going to be a spy for the Dark Lord in this story, sorry.