Hello Everyone! I'm back I redid all of the chapters added some details and added a new chapter. Sorry about all of the wait and I love you all forever and ever. Has it really been two years? yeesh.
Summary: At the last Battle Voldemort finally realized what he had always wanted from the world, but it was too late. But maybe Fate will have pity on a soul as dark as Voldemort's.
Disclaimer: This is a DeanBeans Voldie(Tom)xHarry production of massive proportions. The characters and the original stories I unfortunately do not own but I'm working on that (along with every other fanfic writer but whatevs I like the competition).
If you don't like then…*drops head* I'm sorry. Review and tell me why. No flames please. If you have enough time to flame then you have enough time to get a life that's productive.
Onwards on a new adventure!
Prolouge: The Death of Voldemort
I could feel it. As soon as that infernal boy cast the Expelliarmus spell against my Avada Kadavra, I knew I was going to die. Something about the way the spells hit each other led me to believe I would no longer live on this Earth; I could no longer reach for my dream of ruling this failing Wizarding world. I would no longer be able to separate muggles from our world of magic until they were ready to know of us, if they would ever be ready for us.
Then, just like I predicted the spell reflected back to me blinding me slightly in its overly vibrant green hue. As that beautiful green light slammed into my chest, I could feel the spell separating the bonds between my body and the small sliver of soul I had left.
The all encompassing anger I had felt the moment the spell rebounded dissipated, the insanity (yes at this moment of clarity I can accept that I was insane) that clouded my judgment and suffocated my decisions since I was reborn in that graveyard years ago, maybe even before when I was floating between bodies, fell like an unwanted veil and in its place was left a longing I hadn't felt since I was a child.
Love. That's what I want. What I had wanted in the past. And hidden underneath all the anger and hatred and extreme insanity it was what I still want even now. The Dark Lord dies and all he can think about is the same thing that meddling, insane old goat continued to preach until his death.
What irony.
It was the only thing I could say I truly regretted not being able to experience at least once in my Merlin forsaken life. But it was too late. My soul will never again visit this world. Most likely I will be placed in hell because of my actions. There's no point in having these longings when I would not be able to experience them. But, it was impossible to just release and forget this longing that had constantly built on itself for my 72 years of life. It is the only thing that constantly eluded my reach throughout my long life.
But I have no time left.
Its over.
There are no more horcruxes binding me to this plane.
No more ways to cling to this world.
I will die.
I am dying, and with that last breath and that last stubborn soul string attached to my body finally snapping I am dead.
I will die a loveless man hoping for love as the black abyss swallows me whole.
Chapter 1: The Awakening of Mr. Riddle
Voldemort awoke from the black emptiness of wherever he was to the sound of steady beeping and annoyingly too bright lights. His body ached; it felt like his body was filled with its weight in lead and it felt like someone placed drying charm down his throat like the bitches they were. Where the hell was he? The last thing he remembered was that stream of green light hitting him in the chest and then oblivion. Was he in hell? Was this the beginning of the torture he would feel for the rest of eternity? Maybe who ever was to be his jailer wanted to make sure he was awake for every millisecond of time he would be in pain for his sins.
The man tried to move, but each movement felt like a Nindu was holding him down. It was maddening, annoying and quite frightening to know that he was at the mercy of whoever had captured him. There were unfamiliar sounds and scents everywhere, overpowering his senses and confusing him more. Before he could sink into a full blown panic, the sound of a door opening (or at least he thought it was the sound of a door opening. He was still very disoriented) floated to him from his right. He tried to turn his head and lift himself in defense to no avail. Voldemort was so tired and his body refused to cooperate with the simple request.
Fuck it, he didn't care. His dream (albeit the dream did change after he was thwarted by the baby Harry Potter due to insanity) was already crushed, he had nowhere to go, no idea where he was, and had no strength.
"Well it looks like you are finally up."
He heard the voice, a woman's voice but it was totally unrecognizable. He had no idea who this lady could be.
"I know it must be hard for you to talk right now. You have been in a coma for a while."
How long was a while? One month? Two? Bloody Hell! No wonder he couldn't move? Hell he's surprised he even woke up at all. Well that answered one question. Next question: Where was he? Was this hell?
"Right now you're in St Bartholomew's Hospital. I know it must be hard to speak so if you can hear me can you please blink twice. And since when do Dark Lord's believe in a muggle thing like Hell?"
…Could this lady be a Ligilimens? But that didn't make any sense. The last time he checked Bartholomew was a muggle hospital.
He blinked only, in the hopes that maybe she will keep talking and give him more bloody answers. But it was not meant to be. The lady just checked him over in silence. It didn't matter though since his eyes were already drooping as he was pulled back into unconsciousness.
"Alright. I can see you're tired. When you wake up, we can talk and hopefully with your family as well. I'll contact them about your awakening Mr. Riddle. By the way, I'm your healer. It's a pleasure to be working with you"
Voldemort could barely hear what she was saying anymore but the next sentence translated to him loud and clear through his hazy consciousness right before he dropped into the comforting arms of sleep.
"Sleep well Mr. Riddle."
AN
Sorry this one is still short I did put the prologue and the first chapter together though so that it was a little longer. If I added stuff it would mess with the other chapters.
