Lord Voldemort stood in the middle of the rubble of what had once been Godric's Hollow.
His red eyes were sparking with anger and an uncharacteristic panic.
It wasn't here. It was gone.
Curse his stupidity!! First, like a bloody Gryffindor, he hunts down the Potters without thinking of the consequences – their brat was the prophecy child after all. He was too caught up in the moment and, in his foolish rush to end the boy's life, made the very thing that that fraud of a seer had predicted come to pass.
But even then . . . he might have kept his body – not have been as harmed by the curse – if only he wouldn't have taken it off!
His precious . . .
But now, practically fifteen years later, the ruins of Godric's Hollow remained but his precious was gone.
He'd spent the better part of the day looking for it, scanning every inch of the debris with both his eyes and his magic.
His precious was no where to be found.
A rage began to swell inside the Dark Lord.
His precious was gone.
Birds quickly departed from their perches on nearby trees. Things began to shake and rattle and move. The ground started to quake.
How dare someone take his precious?
The rubble began to explode. The Earth shook more and more violently. Voldemort let out an inhuman howl – a noise filled with the utmost malevolence and anger and despair.
Someone had stolen It!!
The Dark Lord fell to the ground, frantically tearing at the grass and the dirt beneath him, still howling and screaming.
Breathing heavily, Voldemort eventually collapsed, finally silent. All around him was eerily still.
The silence was broken after many minutes by high, cold, insane laughter. "I – I will find you, my precioussss . . ." Voldemort hissed out. "You want to come back to your master, don't you, preciousss? We will be reunited . . ."
Voldemort's laughter continued long into the night.
Author's Note: As of right now (and it's past 2:00 AM, by the way, so if there are any glaring errors with grammar or spelling that is probably why) I have some grasp of where I'm going with the story, but nothing is very solid as of yet. Just to warn you, it will probably be slash. I don't think I'm going to have any pairings on the Harry Potter side of things, but when the idea hit me a few days ago the pairing in my head was Aragorn/Frodo. The Lord of the Rings characters aren't going to show up for a few chapters (I don't think) but if that particular pairing or slash in general bothers you, you probably shouldn't read any further.
Other than that, this is the first Lord of the Rings story I have ever written. I really should watch all the movies again and read the books, which I am planning on doing pretty soon. I have the next chapter practically written, though, so it should be up very soon.
And I've begun to babble on and on. I need to sleep, I think.
Hope you enjoy it!!!
-Snarryvader81 (aka Anna Elizabeth)