Author's note: For those of you who are probably wondering if this fic is going to be based solely on Voldemort and our added characters, this fic shall include lots of Harry, Hermione, Ron, Draco, Snape, Dumbledore, and other well known and not so well known Harry Potter characters. If you have any question feel free to ask them.
Side note - This fanfic was written (and still being written) by the combined writing powers of both Melissa Lianne and myself. Here's Mel's side note ;)
"Uh, so Julie suggested this and I went along with it (as you do) ... not much to say really except review and enjoy!"
Disclaimer: We obviously don't own anything except our made up characters.
And now on with the prologue. Enjoy!
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"It's too sunny..." He sighed. He didn't like the sun.
Voldemort was standing outside the Orphanage, hestitating upon whether or not to knock. Extending his hand, his slender fingers grasped around the doorknocker, and he knocked, twice.
The door swung open a few seconds later, and a woman with rosy cheeks stood in his view, looking suspicious of the stranger in black. "Yes?" She chewed gum noisily as she surveyed the stranger. He was definitely one to gossip about later. Handsome, yes, but ... suspicious. "I've come to take a child," Voldemort stated calmly, in his most charming manner.
The women gave him a final glance before motioning for him to enter. Voldemort breezed past her, shooting the women yet another charming smile as he entered the small room which was flooded with papers. This must be the 'office' Voldemort mused to himself."Sit down, sit down... Oh, I'm Angela by the way. How rude of me not to say..." she gave a short, embarrassed chuckle, before clearing a stack of paper off a faded brown chair.
Voldemort smiled mechanically at her, sitting down. "Angela..." he purred, "That's a nice name..."
She flashed a toothy smile at him, before withdrawing a large yellow folder. "Kids are in 'ere," she informed him, "Take 'yer pick..."
Voldemort smiled coldly. "Don't worry, I will."Voldemort's gaze traveled over the pictures of the children dressed in the tattered remains of already worn out clothes. A sudden yowl erupted from a scrawny child sitting nearby the door, nearly deafening the Dark Lord. Voldemort suppressed the urge to take out his wand and Crucio the child into next week.
"There's always ... no, I'm just being silly."
"Who?" Voldemort gazed at Angela with feigned passion, and even though that was the case, it still made her swoon. Perhaps he did like her after all, maybe she wasn't too scruffy...
"Well..." Angela worked her jaw for a moment, trying to think how to reply. "There is always Julie... but she's a bit... odd.""Like a bully?" asked Voldemort, almost gleefully.
Angela's eyebrows raised slightly at his enthusiasm, and almost promptly, Voldemort resumed a serious gaze. "Yes," she mused quietly, pulling out the girls file and handing it over.
"She doesn't take no messing, see, and she likes to steal the other children's' toys and hide them... bit odd, innit?"
Voldemort flipped through the file with ease. She would do perfectly.
"May I see her?" He asked,voice laced false sweetness.
Angela looked delighted "Ey, of course you may. If you don't mind me sayin, I hope you really like 'er. I reckoned that she'd never get a taken wit the way she acts 'n all."
Angela, still beaming at the thought of finally being rid of the disturbing child eagerly led the way out of the office.Voldemort followed her without response, glancing at the few children that stared at his face. Although handsome, it was certainly not kind.
"Here... room thirty four. Lemme just get the key..."
"She's locked in?" said Voldemort sharply, causing the woman to wince.
"Yes, sir, she's a rather unmanageable child, y'see..." she opened the door and smiled at him. "I'll give yer a few minutes to get t'know each other."Voldemort did not acknowledge this, but instead looked at the girl before him. She was sitting on the bed, looking bored, as any child would, being locked in. The room was decorated plainly, as it had when he was a child, and because of the lack of possessions', the room gave off a spacious impression. She was certainly pretty, he had decided, and a bully too. Both good things, in his eyes.
The child stared back at him, her dark brown, almost black eyes boring into his glittering red. Her wild black hair only added to her slightly dark, almost evil appearance. Voldemort smiled inwardly, the small child reminded him of one of his more insane death eaters, Bellatrix Lestrange.
"I've come to take you to my mansion estate," he informed icily, determined not to lose his self of perspective.
"You will address me as Father in private, and my lord in company. I cannot have my appearance shattered. Oh - you're a witch, by the way," he finished with a rather satisfied smirk.
The child gave a slightly disturbing laugh "Oh I already know I'm a witch," she whispered with malice,
"At least," she paused for a moment, a smirk on her face "That's what the other children call me"Voldemort rolled his eyes. "I'm sure they do," he snapped, "But I mean you're literally a witch. Magical."
"Times up," said Angela cheerfully, returning with a grin, "And will yer take her?"
"Yes," said Voldemort, in an almost bored tone of voice.
"I don't get any choice in the matter?" the child snapped, glaring at both Voldemort and Angela"
"None whatsoever," Voldemort purred.
"Right, then, pack yer s"I wish I could say likewise," muttered Julie, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
Angela remained oblivious (or perhaps, woefully ignorant) to this remark, and bustled out even more cheerful than usual. Perhaps the Orphanage would host a celebration of some sort in Julie's departure.
"Hurry up then," said Voldemort softly, "I haven't got all day."
Julie sighed dramatically before hopping off the bed and gathering up her few belongings."Come along." Voldemort chided, obviously impatient.
Julie glanced one final time around the room before following Lord Voldemort out the door.
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