I do not own Harry Potter or its characters, this piece of Fan Fiction does not make any money.
I decided that there needs to be more dark stories with this pairing, so here I am writing one:
This is an experiment...
Pairing: Vol/HP
Warnings: Rated M for a reason.
Entry
To whomever procures this journal,
I found a passage... usually something so simple and utterly normal shouldn't even spark much of interest in a world full of magic. Every day people come across countless halls, corridors, and pathways, but this one... this one is special.
As I said, I found a passage and it's hidden behind a door.
No, don't sigh like that in exasperation, let me introduce you slowly to these fading thoughts like dying flowers as winter peeks around the cycle of seasons. Let me paint a picture in the landscape of your mind upon the very momentous discovery I made once upon a time ago, before I lost my innocence, humanity, and soul. Before I became a Dark Lord.
Oh, did that capture your attention?
Is the feeling of the soft aging leather in your hands summoning you?
Does the moist parchment with the coppery scent of blood lull you into a state of bewitchment?
Are you perhaps enchanted enough to continue reading my lopping handwriting scrawled across these bound papyrus pages?
Well then, I shall have to warn you now: there is no happy ending to my story. This is not a fairy tale where star-crossed lovers defeat their aggressors and are fated to become beloved rulers, whilst bringing the Universe to its knees. No, this is truth and reality, smothered with the poisonous undercurrents of cosmic horror.
I have traveled countless worlds. Learned dangerous magics. Witnessed startling discoveries. Ruled alien races. Wooed forgotten deities. Stolen powerful artifacts. I have been behind the veil and back again, all it seems, for naught. I have met men and monsters with equal power, invoking similar designs of domination mirrored in myself and I have come out as the victor.
I cannot express this melancholy feeling -with only human words to help describe the complexity of it lingering within this flesh of mine. For it's far deeper than despair, or hatred, or even the dreadful clutches of true fright. I cannot even begin to scratch the surface of its endless depth, yet I will try to recreate this same emotion subtly throughout the telling of my story. Maybe, as I strive to recount these deliciously painful and horrifyingly wonderful events, you will begin to understand me in all of my madness.
Maybe that is what I truly wish in the last uncertain hours of my existence, as I sit on the edge of another rotting world. Its skies blackened and acid seas spitting. A spelled quill rests in my hand and papers flutter in the gaseous winds carried over the desolation of mangled bodies, still struggling in a lost battle between life and death. I wish to be understood. For my choices of course and maybe, just maybe, I wish to be forgiven. Wish to know that it isn't my fault that I have destroyed trillions of lives for the selfish yearning in chasing down a whispering dream. An aching and tainted love...
So let me stroke this dreadful painting on the canvas that is my skin, with blood as the pigment, tears as the soluble, and hopefully you can see the same beauty in the horror of my life as I do.
Where am I? Oh yes-
I found a dark passage curving downward into the bowels of the earth beneath a school, hidden behind a door that comes and goes...
Chapter End.
