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What Have I Done

Chapter Two

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The Present: June 24, 1995

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To say that Lord Voldemort was angry that night would be a gross understatement. Livid was more like it, and even that was an understatement. His blood was boiling beneath his pale, white skin, and everything he looked at had a red overlay to it.

The boy, the damned boy had escaped again. He should have died in that graveyard. How could Wormtail, that worthless, cowardly rat, not have foreseen Priori Incantatem? He would pay for his error; he would pay dearly.

"P-please, Master!" Wormtail cried out mere minutes later as Voldemort was punishing him with a particularly painful Cruciatus curse. "Have mercy, my lord. Have…have MERCY!"

"It is your fault Potter is still alive!" Voldemort yelled. "Your fault we must now go into hiding until I can formulate our next move! Crucio! Crucio!"

"B-but, I g-gave you my arm and you r-rewarded me for my loy-loyalty!"

"And now I am punishing you for your failure, Wormtail. Crucio."

Voldemort watched as Wormtail cried out in pain another time and rolled about on the floor as though he were on fire. After a few minutes of watching, Voldemort lifted the curse and looked down on the pathetic rat with a look of contempt.

"You may stay the night in the shed out back, Wormtail," Voldemort said, "Go now and stay there until morning. I'll expect breakfast to be ready when I wake up tomorrow."

"You are merciful, Master. I thank you for your-," Wormtail said, practically groveling at Voldemort's feet.

"Go now!" Voldemort roared. "Go or I will do much worse to you than the Cruciatus."

Wormtail made a scared sound and then scurried from the room. Voldemort waited until he heard the back door open and close before he left the room he was in and went downstairs to a room he hadn't gone into in thirteen years.

The room was fully furnished with handsome furniture that would suit someone of elegance and refinement. A large bed was positioned near a window, and on it was an abundance of pillows. In front of the fire was a high, wing-backed chair that faced the fire and cast a long shadow along the floor from the firelight. Though he could not see anyone, Voldemort knew that someone was in that chair.

"Isla?" he asked.

The person in the chair rose slowly and turned to face him; it was Isla in all her youthful beauty. She smiled at Voldemort and glided over to him so gracefully it was like she was floating. She kissed him on his cheeks and then his mouth.

"I've missed you, my Lord," she said. Her voice was just as soft as it had been the day he first heard her speak.

"I've longed to see you as well, Isla," Voldemort replied, "Have you been faithful to me?"

Isla smirked and held up her right hand, "It's a clear as the day you put it there, my Lord," she said proudly.

"It must have been hard to remain faithful all these years."

"Thirteen years is nothing at all when you have all eternity to live, my Lord."

Voldemort nodded, pleased. He had no reason whatsoever to doubt Isla's faith to him. She had been his first and always his most faithful follower

"Do you still have the locket, Isla?" Voldemort asked.

"Of course," Isla replied and used her free hand to pull the locket out from under her robes. "I was wonder, my Lord, may I show you something I've been practicing?"

"You may," Voldemort replied.

Without a hint of apprehension, Isla unzipped her robes and dropped them to the floor. She stood before the dark lord in only her underwear and the locket. She closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment, and Voldemort watched as the locket disappeared inside her. It was like it had been absorbed into her skin.

"If anyone ever comes looking for it, I can simply hide it within me," Isla explained.

Voldemort smiled. A dark, sinister smile that would send most people running, but Isla also smiled and she stepped closer to him. Slowly, carefully, she wrapped her arms around Voldemort's waist. A moment later, he did the same and let her rest her head on his shoulder.

"I have a request, my Lord," Isla said.

"What is it?" Voldemort asked.

"For tonight, may I call you 'Tom' again?"

"Yes, Isla, but only you; only you."

They retired to the bed and discovered each other carnally for the first time in thirteen years. The fire crackled and outside there was an entire world that wasn't yet aware of the dark lord's return.

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Isla linked her arm with Voldemort's the next morning as they walked down to breakfast together. After their love-making, she had listened as he told her his new plan for killing the boy. He told her to keep the locket hidden within her, which she had immediately done. He told her that she would be the key to his victory because Dumbledore would no doubt send the boy to destroy the other horcruxes.

"And won't he be shocked to find out that one cannot be destroyed," Voldemort had said.

"Why, it could kill him!" Isla said dramatically and they both laughed.

They sat down to breakfast while Wormtail puttered around offering to refill coffee or second helpings. Isla loudly complained about Wormtail's performance and commented that a house elf would be a better servant.

"Don't you think so, my Lord?" Isla asked speaking as though Wormtail was not right at her side pouring creamer into her coffee. "There's only one thing lower than him."

"And what is that, Isla?" Voldemort asked.

"Mudbloods," Isla replied, "I could only be more disgusted by a mudblood."

Voldemort laughed, "I agree with you. Wormtail, return to the shed. I shall call you if we need you."

"Yes, my Lord," Wormtail replied and bowed his way out of the room.

Voldemort turned to Isla and stroked her skin where the locket would normally lay. It was now hidden deep within her and protected them both from death. She was his perfect hiding place. With the locket within her, she had become the perfect horcrux: indestructible and beautiful and priceless.

"My Lord, I know that look," Isla said, a knowing smile on her face, "Would you like to return to the bedroom, or shall I clear the table.

"Clear the table, Isla," Voldemort replied.

(Author's Notes: Short chapter, oh my! Oh dear, Isla became a supporter of Voldemort, how did this happen? Guess you'll have to keep reading to find out. A huge "Thank you!" to everyone who has subscribed to this story and to everyone who has reviewed. Please keep reviewing everyone and I hope you'll stick around! Whoops, I just noticed I promised that this chapter would be longer. Sorry! Next chapter, I hope.)