Chapter 1
Voldemort fell backwards, arms splayed, and terrible coughing fits issued from his lips. Harry Potter stood before him, watching with sorrow as his greatest enemy dies before him. He wanted to at least say a few more words to him, get him to realize the huge mistakes that he had done in his life. His grip on the wands in his hands became tighter as he stared at Voldemort's now crumbling body.
He was about to step closer, when Voldemort started making strange gurgling noises. Harry was startled for a moment before Voldemort's gurgles changed into malicious laughter.
"Why are you laughing?" Harry asked the pitiful heap on the ground that was Voldemort.
Voldemort continued laughing maliciously. "You think you've … won…" he laughed again. "This isn't… the end… Harry… Potter…"
And just like that, the feared dark wizard's body crumbled into ashes and was carried away by the wind…
The words however, fell on deaf ears as Harry Potter had long since lost his grip on consciousness and he fell, face forward, on the ground littered with rubble and dust…
I open my eyes and take deep gasping breaths of air. Cold sweat was running down on my skin and a rush of andrenaline surged throughout my body. I take a few more breaths to steady myself and look up at the sky. It was still dark out but faint traces of light can be seen along the horizon that indicated that sunrise was approaching.
I stood up from my bed, which was a bit messy for a lady, with pillows thrown across the floor and blankets flung and stretched in every direction, and made my way to the bathroom. There, I took a few more deep breaths and looked into the mirror.
A tall, tan and skinny fourteen-year old girl looked back at me. I frowned at my dishevelled appearance and looked through it. My long, curly, blonde hair stuck out at weird angles over my head. It was probably from my thrashing during my sleep. I stare at my eyes for a little while, looking for signs of lack of sleep. After taking a few more minutes to admire my emerald eyes which were outlined with flecks deep blue, (It was a small outline, really, but it was easily noticeable) I became satisfied that my lack of sleep wasn't exactly showing on my beautiful face.
"What was that dream about?" I ask to no one in particular. I live alone in this large manor that I got from a very rich man that I had to capture and eventually murder, after I was done with him. He was a muggle, I can tell, but somehow, he had managed to get his hands on a mountainous pile of Galleons. How he got a hold of Wizarding currency is a mystery to me, but as long as I have the money, hey, I can't complain.
But my thoughts eventually drifted back to the dream that I had. I suppose that it was another one of my father's memories, forcing their way into me. I gained some of his memories when I awakened four years ago from the spell that he had put me in. I still remember that day clearly.
I was eleven back then, and after opening my eyes for the first time in so many years, memories of my father, myself, and a voice immediately rushed into my brain. And then, there was this shadow that forced its way into my head. It hurt a lot. And it whispered a few words that I still remember up to this day.
"This isn't… the end… Harry… Potter…"
At first, I had no idea who that was until I stumbled upon a pathetic street that was abnormally cheerful and WAY too loud for my tastes, also known as Diagon Alley, and I saw a poster of him. My father's memories were too hazy at that time, considering that I just woke up and I was still trying to coordinate my movements and sort out my thoughts from his memories.
They said that he was the hero of the Wizarding World but I just stuck my tongue out at them. Who needs heroes when her father's plan was so perfect? I was disgusted by the wizards today, letting half-blood mutants and filthy muggle borns inside their world…
I shook my head at my thoughts and washed my face. After I dried it with a face towel, I went back to my room and sat on my bed, knees hugged to my chest and staring blankly at the green pillow in front of me. It's pointless, going back to sleep because I'm sure I'll wake up because of another memory or vision. But seeing visions are rare. Seein my father's memories, however, is pretty common, but it IS annoying. My pathetic position right now isn't exactly pretty to look at, since I know my father will disapprove of it and it makes me look weak, which by the way, I'm not. But when I think about stuff, I found out that being like this actually helps. For me anyway.
And the one thing I always find myself thinking about… is my father…
At first, I thought I was an orphan. Left to rot in the streets. I think it was about the time when I turned fourteen, meaning it's been three years since I was unfrozen, that I heard my father's voice. At first, I thought I was losing it because hearing voices is NOT a good sign. I shrugged it off like I always did until one day, my whole body suddenly froze. No matter how hard I tried moving it, it didn't seem to respond to my will or thoughts. Then that was the time when I heard his voice hissing inside my head and honestly, I would've jumped up in fright if I had control of my body back then.
"You've become difficult to deal with, Athanasia… I thought I raised you better than that…" hissed his snake-like voice inside my head. It totally creeped me out.
And then his words processed inside my head once I had gotten over my initial shock. He said that I was being difficult. Me? Difficult? Well, difficult to deal with when in a duel, maybe, but difficult as in teenager difficult?
"Athanasia… I suppose you already know who I am? Why I'm inside your head…? Hm?"
Okay. The 'Athanasia' thing has got to stop. Is he calling me 'Athanasia'? Hey, don't get me wrong, it's a pretty name. Especially the meaning which is 'eternal life' but I've stuck with the name Marise ever since. I don't know why… I just felt like somebody's given me that name before.
"Um… my name's Marise. Not… Athanasia…" I said.
The voice inside my head- wait. Inside my head? Inside my head?! Oh no! What is a voice doing inside my head? Have I finally cracked after so many years of living alone and destroying the Muggle World and creating chaos and wreaking havoc on the Muggle world… and… and… and living alone?
The voice cackled. "Marise? It doesn't matter child. Whether it be Athanasia or Marise, both mean the same thing. You are a child who will have eternal, endless life."
"Uh… there's this thing called Mortality… I don't suppose you've heard of it?"
"Silence!"
Okay, that was where I had to stop. That really scared me.
"You do not take things so lightly when you speak to me! How dare you speak to your own father that way!"
And that's pretty much the time when my mind blanked out and I was shocked for a long time. The voice in my head… my father, I suppose… kept talking but none registered in my brain. I did catch one word though. Voldemort.
"Wait… wait! Voldemort?" I asked, interrupting him. I know I was probably gonna get it but surprisingly, he answered my question calmly.
"Yes… Didn't you hear me, child? My name is Voldemort. And I'm your father."
Wait… I've heard that name before during my "escapades" in the Wizarding World. "Hey… aren't you the guy who everyone says was evil?"
"Yes… I'm the Dark Lord Voldemort."
Okay. I've got to admit, it was cool that I know where I got my natural talent of wreaking havoc and creating chaos from, but having a dad? Nope. Wasn't prepared for that. But father became an immediate part of my life after that talk. He ordered me around everyday. He told me that I should do this, destroy that, kill him, torture her, invoke fear, busy, busy, busy…
And as if I'm not busy enough. I had to go home late in the evening and just when I thought that I was finally going to have a good night's sleep, his memories replay themselves inside my head. It was very annoying! It wakes me up in the middle of the night like a nightmare. Why couldn't he keep his memories to himself? Urgh…
I force myself out of my thoughts and look up at the window. The sun was just creeping out of the horizon. Sunrise. I turned my attention back to my bed and once again found myself facing the green pillow. I scoffed and turned away from it.
If there was one thing that I hated in this house it was the color green that was forced on me because of my… father. I hate green! My favorite color is red. Not Gryffindor red! Blood-red! I just hate green… it reminds me of the dark cave I woke up in with lots of moss and slime and greenish water…
I shuddered and closed my eyes for a bit. When I opened them, my gaze fell on my wand on the bedside table. It was custom made when I was thirteen. I got it from Knockturn Alley. My father, although I didn't know him then, told me to go there. I may not like my father, but his knowledge on wandmakers was great. It was cherry, with a red dragon hide handle with red dragon scale designs (my choice, of course), and it has a heartstring from a red Ukranian Ironbelly for its core. The wandmaker said that it was good for dark spells and curses and it could even help me with my visions.
I grabbed the wand from my bedside and twirled it around my fingers. I like the feeling of it on my finger. I channel small amounts of magic into it and I amuse myself with the circle of red sparks I had made by twirling it around.
"I see you're awake."
My wand slipped from my grasp and it rolled down on my bed.
"Couldn't you at least warn me whenever you decide to speak with me?" I ask my father angrily.
"No. And you have a very important job to do." He hissed.
I groaned. "What? You want me to go and kill someone again? Or should I finally get a pet snake so I could at least have someone to talk to around here?"
"Athanasia! Stop your nonsense and listen to me!"
I immediately stopped. Whenever he used that voice, it meant that he was angry and he would take control of my body again. I hated that. He already did it before and I know he won't hesitate to do it again. He's just so annoying and unbearable and unlikable that way… Still, I have to do it. Who else can he count on?
"Now, I want you to listen well. I trust that you have caused enough chaos that it will not go unnoticed by those idiotic Aurors at the Ministry. You also know, that Harry Potter works there. Now, from what you have gathered yesterday, the magical population is panicking. They're sending Aurors to every place they know of and I'm sure, they'll be sending Harry Potter to Hogwarts. I want you, to go there as a student and lay low. Do whatever you have to do to get to him and KILL HIM!"
