Ned watched helplessly as his men were slaughtered around him.
How... in the name of the gods could he have been foolish enough to trust Littlefinger.
"Sssilly foool" the voice in his head hissed, "What good is your honor now?"
Littlefinger slid Ned's dagger from his sheat and put it under his chin.
"Why did you not lissten to my advice! You are a bumbling fool who is too naive to ever accomplish anything"
Ned could feel nothing but anger and disappointment hearing that voice, it had be"en cautioning him for the past few days, if only he'd listened...
Ned was interrupted from his thoughts as Littlefinger spoke smiling, "I did warn you not to trust me.."
The guards grabbed Ned and led him down into the dungeons, his leg throbbing the whole way.
It seemed as if Ned was being led into the bowels of Earth. Finally the guards stopped and shoved Ned into a dungeon, the bedding was made of straw and stank of urine.
Yet Ned was so exhausted he collapsed.
It seemed as if Ned slept for days.
He saw a giant castle and the name Hogwarts flashed in his mind.
He saw a circle of sorcerors all wearing white masks and holding sticks in their hands kneeling before him.
He saw himself raising an army of dead in a vast lake underground.
Ned awoke suddenly wondering what those images could mean.
"Look at youuu the great Ned Ssstark suffering in a cell that stinks of urine, was it worth keeping your honor" the voice mocked.
Ned heard footsteps coming down the hall and he saw his gaoler approaching.
He could feel the presence in his mind reaching out and suddenly he was inside the gaoler's mind.
"Release me" the voice spoke
The gaoler opened the door to Ned's cell with a blank gaze on his face.
By the gods, what was happening to the man, it was unnatural.
Then the gaoler snapped out of it, he gave Ned a fearful look and then ran out of the room.
"Idiot... Just a few more seconds and we would have been free!" the voice shrieked.
All the emotions Ned had been bottling up inside him welled up and tears rolled down Ned's face.
This time Ned dreamed of his own past.
He was at the tourney watching as Rhaegar defeated everyone, first Brandon, then Arthur Dayne, and even Barristan the Bold. He watched as Rhaegar...
Then the scene abruptly shifted, Ned once again was staring at the group of white mask wearing sorcerors Death Eaters who were all sitting around a table.
In the center a woman hung upside down tied to the ceiling by a rope.
He was petting a large snake, and then hissed to it, "Feast"
The snake lunged at the woman and tore out her throat.
Ned awoke gasping, "Gods save me, I am going mad"
Ned was brought water each day by the gaoler who eyed him suspiciously each time, but no food, when Ned asked the man looked as if he was about to say something but then he ran off.
Throughout this time the voice in his head remained suspiciously quiet.
One day Ned heard the rattle of chains outside his door.
As the door opened the glare of light nearly blinded him.
"Do not interfere this time, I have recovered enough strength to make another attempt"
It was Varys the eunuch.
He held a wineskin in his hand.
"Lisssten to my you fool, this is probably our last chance to escape, I hope you do not value your honor over your life or your children's lives"
"Drink, Lord Eddard" said Varys holding the wineskin towards Eddard.
At that instant Lord Voldemort pressed out and launched himself into Varys's mind.
Images flashed through his mind.
"Freee meee" Voldemort commanded
There was a group of children my little birds and they were reporting to Varys what they had seen.
He was begging on the streets.
Finally he saw himself in a room with a strange man, and the feeling of magic was strong in the air.
He was fed a potion and was unable to move.
The man took a knife and began to cut off his manhood.
Pain.. so much pain.
I will live
I WILL LIVE
Suddenly Lord Voldemort was forced out Varys's head.
Varys stared at Ned in anger, "When I was a child a magician cut off my manhood and burned it in a fire as an obscure Blood Magic Ritual. Since then I have developed a hatred for all things magical. I will ensure that you die."
Varys slammed the cell door and stormed off, and Ned was unable to even drink the wine.
Ned was unable to even weep.
A couple days later the guards finally appeared and led Ned towards Baelor's Sept.
Ned was held between two gold cloaks facing Joffrey and the High Septon, he was exhausted between his leg and his starvation in the cell, he would have collapsed if not for the gold cloaks supporting him.
"Is this the reward of an honorable man..." the voice mocked
Then Ned began to speak, all he had to say were a few lines and this miserable farce would be over.
Ned said that he had betrayed Robert and sought to seek the Iron Throne for himself.
Stones sailed from the crowd and struck him on the cheek, blood began to spill.
The High Septon began speaking meaningless phrases and then asked the question, "What shall be done with this traitor, Your Grace?"
Joffrey spoke, "My mother has asked that he be allowed to take the black, and Sansa has asked for mercy..."
Then he smiled at them, it was a wicked smile not at all kind.
"But they have the soft hearts of women, Ser Illyn bring me his head"
The crowd roared, and the gold cloak threw him forward, Ser Illyn stepped towards him sword raised.
"No.. No... NOOOO" shrieked Voldemort
He had not escaped Death just to be killed once more.
He heard the familiar ringing of ice and fire in his ears.
Ned Stark who had suffered so much was barely clinging on to life, in his desperation to survive Voldemort crushed him.
Then Lord Voldemort awoke.
He noticed the Muggle raising a large greatsword above his head, ironically it was Ice Ned's own sword.
He gazed at the Muggle with blood-red eyes and allowed the song of ice and fire to flow through him.
He raised his hand and everyone around him was blasted several feet back.
He lifted Ser Illyn high into the air and burned him alive.
Then he turned to face the crowd, all of whom were gazing at him in shock.
His face resembled that of a snake's, blood-red eyes, slits for a nose, and when he opened his mouth to laugh, a cold and cruel one, everyone could see his fangs and forked tongue.
"Seven hells..." people in the crowd began to speak.
"Silence!" yelled Voldemort and everyone else found themselves unable to speak.
"Muggle filth! Witness the second rise of Lord Voldemort!" using his magic he forced them all to kneel and channeling his magic he created the familiar image of the Dark Mark high in the sky.