1Scar had not seen his brother all day. Today was the day that the young prince was born and Mufasa was counting on him to show up. It was a good thing that Scar was use to disappointing people. He was planning on going until he had a talk with his friend.
His friend wasn't another lion or any other animal. He was a...what did he call himself? A human? He didn't know what that was, but he spoke their language.
The fact that the human could talk to animals wasn't the reason he liked the thing. It was because he radiated power. Power that he always admired. Power that could over power Mufasa.
He thought back to the first time he had met the strange creature. He had found him in the Elephants Graveyard. He was weak and barely alive. Under his instructions, Scar had nursed the weakling back to health and helped him gain his own body for he was something like a spirit.
Scar had told him all about his family and how he wanted to become king, but his brother, Mufasa, was having a cub of his own.
He remembered the man's words.
"I know how you feel. I've been trying to gain a body for eleven years," he said. "Eleven years! In those years not once did my faithful subjects try to find me."
"Are you something like a king?" asked the lion.
"No," the man answered with a sigh. "I'm just a lonely man that had my power stripped away by some strange infant."
"You and me both."
"I don't understand. I was able to kill many people who were stronger than him, but why is it that I could not kill him?"
Scar shrugged. He had no idea what he was talking about. He didn't really care. He just wanted to be king.
"The birth of the prince takes place in three days," Scar said. "I'm going to be stripped of my power. What am I gonna do?"
"I don't know. Don't go?"
"I have to. It's my nephew, he's the prince."
"So what? What good is it to bemoan what is not going to be yours?"
"But you can whine about losing your power to some kid?"
"Yes," he said bluntly. "I don't see why you have to go. You're your own man...er...lion. Stand up on your own two feet. Don't do what I did and rely on people to come and rescue you."
"Thanks for the advice. What's your name anyway?"
"They call me Lord Voldemort."
"Voldemort?" he pondered over the name. "Okay, Voldemort, my name is Scar."
From that point on, they were best friends. They shared all their stories about power and how they should have it. Scar, of course, never told Mufasa about Voldemort. He knew that if another species was living here, he would probably banish it. So, he had sent Voldemort back to the Elephant's Graveyard for he knew his big brother would come by for a visit.
He stood waiting for the 'king' to arrive and tell him off for not going to his son's ceremony. Life wasn't fair. He should have been king, not that little furball.
A blue bird landed in front of him, "I'm here to announce the arrival of the king," said the bird.
Scar stared at the bird, hatred etched in his face. He despised anything to do with Mufasa. The Pridelands, Pride Rock, his subjects, his wife, his kid...his name. Everything.
"You better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony for the arrival of the new prince," the bird was saying. "The king is pissed at you."
"Do it look like I care that my brother is mad?" said Scar starting to pace around. "He doesn't care that I'm upset."
"You'll have more to be upset about when the king gets through with you."
Scar gave a loud roar and the bird flew a few inches into the air. He then began to approach the bird beyond anger.
"I don't have a king," said Scar as he backed the frighten bird into a corner. "I'm my own lion. You understand?"
"Scar," said a deep voice from behind him.
Scar turned around and saw the bigger, golden brown lion. He looked livid and Scar didn't know if it was from him not attending the ceremony, what he had said, or him backing his stooge into a corner.
"Why, if it isn't my big brother, Mufasa," he said turning around. He said the name as if it left a bad taste in his mouth. "What brings you to my neck of the cave?"
"As if you didn't know," said the bird as it went to go and rest on his king's shoulder.
"Sarabi and I didn't see you at the ceremony today," said Mufasa glowering at his brother.
"That was today?" asked Scar with an air of forgetfulness. "I had no idea it was today. It must have slipped my mind."
"Slipped your mind?" said the bird as if he didn't believe a word of it. "As the king's brother you should have been first in line."
"I was first in line," he said and then muttered. "Until the little hairball was born."
"That little hairball is my son and your future king."
"Maybe I should practice my curtsey," he said sarcastically, turning to leave.
"Don't you dare turn your back on me," said Mufasa.
And without thinking, Scar replied, "Oh, no, Mufasa. Perhaps you shouldn't turn your back on me."
He heard his brother growl and the next thing he knew, he was standing in front of him.
"Is that a challenge?" he growled.
"A challenge? I wouldn't dare challenge you...I'm not stupid."
"So you say," muttered the bird.
Scar glared at the bird and then looked back at Mufasa. "Mufasa...Zazu..." he said. He then turned to go, deciding to visit Voldemort and see what he was up to.