Voldemort's Nightmare
Chapter 2 - History of Riddles
"Voldemort?" the doctor repeated.
"Hello Brother, long time no see." this time Voldemort's voice wasn't in my head. He was here.
Oh. My. God.
3rd Person POV
"Tom?" Jon asked, appalled at the snake-like, blue-skinned man in front of him. "What...what happened to you?"
"I like it actually," Voldemort responded, ignoring his brother's reference to calling him by his old, lesser name. "It fits my image, perfectly." and to prove his point, he glared at Melissa who cried out and cowarded underneath her blankets.
Melissa was terrified, absolutely terrified. She couldn't believe he found her so quickly, and she couldn't believe that him capturing her wasn't a nightmare, but that it really happened. Her heart was racing and her breathing was ragged.
"How have you been Jon? A doctor now?" Voldemort asked out of politeness, least out of genuine interest. He could care less about his inadequate brother who dropped magic all together like a farmer would pluck a weed. The two Riddle brothers hadn't seen one another in 15 years.
"Yes, and you?" Jon felt similar, feeling as though he had to ask back even though he feared the answer. Although Jon had stopped using magic, he was up to date with the world news of the magic community. He knew how terrible his brother was, Jon knew how cruel Tom could be to his enemies. Jon went pale at the thought of what his own blood brother could do to him if he made the wrong move, or said the wrong thing.
"I won't harm you brother." Voldemort easily read his brothers mind and decided to extinguish some of his fears. "But I am here for Melissa," hearing her name, Melissa screamed and begged not to be, but he continued as if he hadn't heard her. "and if you try to stop me, then I will harm you."
Jon swallowed loudly before saying, "Why do you want her so much? What has she done to require all of your attention?"
Voldemort sighed, he knew his almost-muggle brother would question him. He clenched his fist in frusteration, but kept it from view. "She made a deal with me and I am here to collect my dues."
"Please! Please no!" Melissa sobbed, her entire thin body shaking in desperation.
Voldemort smirked, taking a step closer to Melissa. She belt out a blood-curtling scream, Jon winced but Voldemort wasn't even phased by it.
He lifted his wand slowly, meaningfully at Melissa. "Obscuro!"
Melissa's sight vanished as fast as one could blink. She gasped and touched her face with her hands. Her eyes were covered by a dark material and as hard as she tried she couldn't take it off. She groaned in frusteration, suddenly the last thing Melissa heard was, "Muffliato!"
At first she didn't understand what happened, it was as if she had gone deaf. And temporarily, she had. Melissa soon realized this, and assumed it was Voldemort's doing. She contemplated freaking out, or waited to see what was to come of this. Melissa heard felt herself speaking, but she screamed in frusteration. So, she did the latter. Melissa laid back down, plopping her head on her pillow and wrapping the blanket around her.
The two Riddles brothers watched Melissa until she had laid down and presumably fell asleep.
Jon looked at his brother, warily, with a confused expression. "If you hadn't stopped using magic you would know what those two easy spells were." Voldemort snapped, angry at his brother's bortrayal.
"You know why I stopped Tom." Jon said quietly, looking away.
"Oh? I don't think I do," Voldemort sneered. "And do not refer to me as Tom. I am no longer him! You may only call me 'the Dark Lord'."
"Remember Taylor?" Jon said through clenched teeth.
"Oh yes, now I remember," Voldemort said...
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Jon was married to a beautiful witch named Taylor, with three children. Jon and Tom both shared an excellent skill at magic, and like his brother, Jon also had a dark side to him. One late evening Jon got home from work very angry and stressed over the events that took place during the day. He ran his own business and at the time it wasn't going very well. At home, Taylor had been fighting with the kids to do their homework, chores, and to stop fighting with each other.
Jon stormed inside, throwing his briefcase against the wall. He could hear his wife yelling at his kids who were yelling back. He started shouting for them to shut up but they refused and continued on their own battle.
He went upstairs and with magic tore open the door.
"Petrificus Totalus!" he screamed. His wife and three kids frozen like a soldier, stared at him in shock. His shoulders shook uncontrollably. Anger kept rising within him like a volcano, and eventually it burst...
No matter what spell, or curse, it couldn't bring back his wife and kids. He couldn't remember doing it, he couldn't remember forcing his children to watch their father murder their mother in the most brutal ways imaginable.
When he woke up, or was aware again there was blood everywhere. On him, on the ceiling, furniture! It was then we he noticed several dead bodies laying around him.
The guilt overwhelmed Jon, and it was his brother, Tom who found him several days later. Tom carried his devistated brother to his home where the house elfs washed Jon and laid him in a warm bed. From that day on, he swore to never use magic again.
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That was 15 years ago and to this day, he is still baffled by his actions that night.
"Come on Jon, bad things happen." Voldemort said, interrupting his brother's nightmares.
"Its different dark lord. You have never had a wife and kids! You've never woken up to see them dead beneath you. You've never had to live with this guilt of not knowing why for 15 years!" Jon yelled vehementaly. Voldemort was taken aback for a second, he hadn't seen this side of his dear brother since he found him in a pool of his family's blood.
"I killed our parents by accident." the Dark Lord admitted. Jon's jaw dropped.
"You did? I thought you killed them on purpose because Dad was a muggle and once he found out mom had cheated his feelings for her he-" Jon started,
"I know what happened..." Voldemort interrupted.
Jon ran his hair through his hands, "How?"
"After Mother left all distraught I confronted Father. He refused to see me, refused to talk to me," Tom explained. "and I finally just snapped... similar to you."
Lord Voldemort realized he was opening up to a side of him he promised never to resurface - ever. He cleared his throat, and pointed his long white wand at the sleeping girl. "Finite."
She woke up with a bang as her sound and eye sight returned to her.
Her face dropped when she realized where she was and who was in the room with her.
Melissa was about to beg again when the Dark Lord uttered one word. "Stupefy."
She was thrown backwards, hitting the wall with her head before landing on the ground unconcious from the spell.
Without a word out load, Melissa is pulled up in the to the air by an invisible force. Voldemort uses his wand to carry her through the door.
"Tom!" Jon shouts, getting his attention.
The Dark Lord clenches his teeth in annoyance. "What?"
"Will I ever see you again?"
Voldemort didn't say anything and just left with Melissa floating in the air infront of him.
Once the two of them were at a fair distance from Dr. Jon Riddle, Voldemort released the hold on Melissa and he apparated them back to his mansion many miles away. He carried Melissa into his bedroom and laid her gently on his large bed. He dressed her into proper pajama's and tucked her in.
He left the room and muttered the Colloportus spell.
The Dark Lord left for his office several floors away to go over his visit with his brother. It raised feelings in him that he hadn't thought of since the death of his parents.
It made him feel weak and vulnerable. He called his servants through the dark mark.
"Lucious. Do you have a slave ready?" He said without looking up at his blonde survant.
"Yes my lord." Malfoy said, bowing low. Thrilled that the dark lord had called him for a slave.
"Go. Bring her to me." The Dark Lord commanded, waving his hand.
And with his permission to leave, Lucious apparated back to his mansion to make his Dark Lord pleased.