Summary: What would happen if Lord Voldemort and Pitch Black met? Perhaps love? Will the Guardians ruin everything for Pitch once again?
Cantil: Hello people! Welcome to chapter two. Hope you enjoy.
The Moonlight's Ruin
Chapter 2
Pitch sighed tiredly as he plopped himself down on a bench near the forbidden forest, where he had just come from. It'd been a few weeks since meeting Voldemort, and Pitch couldn't get him out of his mind. He watched silently as people walked past him, not able to see him. To be honest, Pitch was still surprised that Voldemort was able to see him. It just didn't make any sense.
Pitch really wanted to find Voldemort again. See him at least one last time, and hopefully he would finally get out of Pitch's mind for good, but Pitch didn't know where to start looking. It wasn't like he came to England very often, or ever for that matter. This place was huge, and would take years to find Voldemort.
Luckily for Pitch, that moment happened not five minutes later. Two people dressed in black robes with their hoods up, were walking past Pitch, when he heard them talking about being late for a meeting with their Lord. Pitch grew curious, got up and silently followed them warily, sticking to the shadows in case they were able to see him.
They came up to what looked like a dead-end in a nearby alleyway, but the two strangers didn't stop like Pitch expected them too. In fact, they disappeared through the wall in a puff of black smoke.
Pitch's eyes widened in surprise, before clouding in thought. He recognized the smoke as the same one Voldemort was consumed in before vanishing the night they met. Pitch smiled brightly. Finally at least he had a lead, something to go on. He slowly made his way to the dead-end, and stuck a hand out.
He immediately recalled his hand with a hiss, and looked down with a frown. His hand was bright red with a deep burn. Great. He thought in annoyance. That'll take forever to heal. He mentally sighed, as his gaze went back to the moss-covered brick wall.
He walked up to the wall, careful not to touch it while he observed. How the hell am I supposed to get through? He asked himself thoughtfully, his burn now completely forgotten as he considered his options carefully. Suddenly, almost like a light bulb went off in his head, he came up with an idea.
What if he used the shadows to get through? The more Pitch thought on it, the more he started to doubt it would work. Oh, just do it, already. Pitch disappeared into the shadows, before he could change his mind. He pushed against the brick wall forcefully.
It didn't work, but at least it didn't burn him. With an angry growl, Pitch backed up, took a deep breath, and ran forward with his hands in front of him protectively. When nothing happened, Pitch opened his eyes in wonder, and looked at the brick wall, which was now behind him.
He gave a triumphant smile towards the wall, then looked around him curiously. He was in a dark dense forest that was eerily silent. He sighed. Another forest. Really? Pitch asked incredulously. Well better get a move on then. He started walking aimlessly, unsure where the forest led. He hoped it led to Voldemort, but he wasn't going to get his hopes up.
After nearly an hour of walking, Pitch was starting to lose hope, when he finally came upon a big clearing with a beautiful dark-colored, fairly old-looking, Victorian styled mansion, covered in moss. The moss, didn't make the mansion look any less beautiful to Pitch though.
The mansion seemed to ooze darkness and power, making Pitch's breath hitch, and his toes curl at the feeling. He walked up to the heavy metal gate, cautiously looking around in fear that someone would see him, but there was no one around.
The gate was adorned in metal snakes curled up along the middle, acting as the handle. Pitch admired its beauty, caressing the snakes as he opened it. He swore, that out of the corner of his eyes, he saw one of the snakes move, but quickly dismissed the thought. Walking the stone path to the door, Pitch grew nervous.
He watched his feet, making sure there were no traps or alarms he would set off to alert whoever owned this place. He bit his lip in concentration, only looking up when he was safely on the porch. The mahogany door had a big knocker in the middle, with another snake on it. As he gazed at the door, he noticed the door was slightly ajar.
Pitch smirked. One of those idiots must have left it opened in their rush to get here. He thought, almost laughing at their sheer stupidity, as he slowly and quietly walked through the open door. He used the shadows to his advantage, for if this was Voldemort's home. It would be better if he could first observe him without being seen, then show himself when the time was right.
Pitch toured the mansion as he went through each room. There wasn't much to see, he noticed. Everything, for the most part, was covered in thin white sheets, with dust gathering over it. From this, Pitch gathered that only certain rooms in use.
Rooms like the kitchen, dinning room, sitting room, bathrooms and one bedroom, showed signs of life.
The kitchen was big and yellow colored, with a full set of working appliances that looked fairly new and unused. The dinning room was big enough to hold a party in, with a long ebony colored table in the center that looked like it could hold at least 25 people. The sitting room, had a warm and inviting vibe to it, with a big fireplace, a black leather couch, and one chair facing the fireplace. The bathrooms, were fairly large, with a shower and bathtub on one wall, and a toilet not far off. One bathroom was located near the entry hall, and the other was by the bedroom that was in use.
The bedroom, though, Pitch found the most beautiful. It was green. Almost everything was a dark forest green with snakes carved into the wooden furniture, and black walls. Unlike the sitting room, this room had a dark and uninviting vibe. Pitch spent most of his tour here, before leaving to find the one who owned it.
He walked up and down the halls twice, before he finally heard voices. He quickly ran to the sound. When he reached the end of the hall, he turned to the open door, and saw many people dressed in black robes like the two from earlier. They were all in what looked like the throne room and were kneeling down respectfully in front of the throne. Pitch silently weaved through the crowed that had stood back up, using the shadows to hide himself.
It was who he saw in the middle that made him gasp in shock. It was Him. Voldemort. He was here. Silently watching his followers with a condescending smile on his face. What Pitch failed to notice until the last-minute, is that Voldemort was no longer looking at his followers. He was looking right at Pitch, with a frown obscuring his beautiful face.
Pitch swallowed nervously. There's no way he can see me while I'm in the shadows, right? Pitch asked.
- To be continued -