Returned Cora Part 2

by Colonel-Tavingtons-girls

Harry is entering his fifth year at Hogwarts with the memory of Cedric and Cora still fresh in his mind, and with Voldemort still on his tail but now with even more of a vengence than ever for the death of his daughter. But Voldemort has a plan.

Being whole again still seemed like a dream to him. His fingers he had not used in thirteen years. Walking himself to his destinations rather than being carried around like a helpess infant was a refreshing joy, but not more than killing rather than having his targets killed for him. So many things were getting done faster and with more precision than the Dark Lord could have ever imagined and it was all because of him. He could hold his own now and it was bliss. Lord Voldemort had everything that he wanted, but there was still a void in his cold heart, a wound that had not healed but one that he inflicted on himself because he was blinded by rage. He had killed his only true companion. The one who was with him through everything. He created her with the hopes that even now she would be by his side, detroying those who oppose him and building a world of perfection...a world where only those of pure blood would live. But she chose to save Harry Potter rather than save her own father. Cora had betrayed him.

"No," Voldemort spoke to the empty room. His snake, Nagini, lifted her head and sniffed the air with her tongue.

"It was not Cora's fault," he whispered," it was Potter. Potter and Dumbledore. They poisoned her against me."

Like he had done so many times before, he turned over the small table by the window, startling Nagini who slithered under a large arm chair.

"They will both pay for this! Potter took away someone I loved, so he shall have one taken from him. I will see to it if it is the last thing I do!"

He strode in silence to the rubble from the table he had just overturned. The reason why said table was always his victim lay on the floor. This item he picked up and slowly turned over to look at the only photo he had of his recently departed daughter. She never smiled but that was ok. She was everything to him. He needed her, but she was gone and it was by his own hand and if ever there was a reason for him to hate himself it was that. But he had been pondering for weeks lately if she was really gone...

Lord Voldemort was a smart man. Millions of times he had discovered and used the darkest and most dangerous of spells. He had always found a way when it seemed that there was nothing to be done. Now was an occasion where he wondered...could he find a way?