Another Emily Dickinson based oneshot. Yes I love Emily Dickinson.
Diclaimer: The Harry Potter series is nor mine. Neither is the poem.
Tom sat in the dark, pouring over various tomes. He squinted, trying to decipher the small black text in front of him. There he sat, reading for the 5th time this week. His anger grew more and more each night. But Tom was determined and he would find what he was looking for, no matter what.
Ambition cannot find him
Tom knew he was close. He was close to finding the key to it. He just knew it. He searched for hours and hours in the Hogwarts library. Every year, every night, over and over again. And then he saw it. A horcrux. He needed information, now. Professor Slughorn? No, Professor Miller. She could easily fall prey to his charms.
Tom knocked on the door in front of him. "Come in," a voice from inside yelled. Tom sauntered into the room with a seductive grin on his face.
"Oh Professor Miller? I need some help," Tom said in a seductive purr.
Affection doesn't know
Voldemort. He wasn't Tom anymore. He was Voldemort. Lord Voldemort. The great powerful Dark Wizard. He looked at the map in front of him. And smiled. Yes people, Lord Voldemort can smile. Get over it. All over Europe. In the safest of places. All 7 horcruxes. He finally had it. He was safe.
How many leagues of Nowhere
Transylvania. He was in Transylvania. All because of that Harry Potter. He was the Dark Lord and now…Now he was…mist. A man walked through the forest, a pale, skinny man, with a purple turban on his head. Voldemort had an idea. A new plan. He would rise again. That is for sure.
Lie between them now.
Mist again. He was going to have his revenge. But first, he had to secure a life. He wandered to the Malfoy Mansion. They would support him. They would have to.
Eminent to-day
A body. A real live body. He could breathe. He could feel. He could kill. He turned around to face his death eaters. "Our reign begins now!"
For our mutual honor-
He was dead. The Dark Lord was dead. He lay in a bloody heap on the floor, at Harry Potter's feet. The Dark Lord didn't do it. He couldn't obtain his goal. He was dead!
Immortality!
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