The Servent of Lord Voldemort

It felt so good, this power. I had never truly felt magic until it was dancing happily along my skin, eager for me to use it.

I could almost hear it speaking to me, its seductive words dripping with temptation, dripping with assurances of endless happiness and joy.

Of course the only thing I really wanted from the magic it could not grant me.

It could not bring back the dead.

Wasn't that the fundamental law of magic though? It can take life and prolong it, but never give it back.

In a way, I hated my magic.

I hated it as it pulsed elatedly in my veins, false promises streaming from its mute mouth. Wasn't magic a coveted thing? Didn't every person alive desire to have it flowing so freely like it was now? Wasn't it a priceless gift?

Then why was it, that when I had it, it was next to useless?

As for the girl's soul… it wasn't bonding with me. My soul rejected it, refused to entwine with it. In fact, the longer I held her inside me, the more I itched to banish her from my body. Her soul was so… indecent. It made my skin crawl uncomfortably; it made me want to rip into my skin and force her soul out of me.

I felt so dirty.

…

Isn't it amazing how quickly a gift becomes a burden? A useless gift at that.

I shoved her soul into a pocket inside of me, compacted her into a tiny space as far away from my soul as I could.

I shuddered, curling into myself as I forced away the urge to claw my clammy skin.

They were watching me.

How long had they been watching me? How long had they been in the room?

"Harry Potter-"

There were three of them. One was kinda pale and kept sweating a lot.

"-what did you do to Ginevra Weasley?"

The other two were pretty big from my small little corner. One had pretty bronze skin, and the other had red hair… the red-head looked vaguely familiar…

… I wonder if he knew the red-head whose soul I ate.

"AGAIN, what did you do to Ginny Weasley?"

Who was this person they were asking me about?

"What did you do to my sister god dammit!"

The red-head's face was turning red too. I frowned slightly as I tightened my hold on my curled up knees.

He was just as annoying as the last red-head.

"Mr. Weasley, calm down! This is why I disagreed with bringing him Shacklebolt! He's too personally involved-"

"He had a right to see the man who had done this to his sister!"

I am an empty horcruex.

"What did you do!?"

I ate someone's soul.

"Get him out of here!"

And I was never going to be full again.

"We trusted you, how could you do this to her!"

The pair of men lost their hold on the red-headed man. He had not stopped shouting at me since he had opened his mouth. I wonder what had made him so angry…

"You are going to tell me what you did to her and exactly how to fix it you bastard!"

He ran and grabbed me by my throat, yanking me up from my passive position against the wall. I gasped, though not for air.

His grip was unrelenting on my skin, fire burning inside me as I felt the pain of his touch.

"Don't touch me! Stop touching me! Let me GO!" I screamed, jerking and twisting as I tried desperately to remove his fingers from my screaming skin.

He smiled sadistically down at me and tightened his grip, "Not until you-"

He began to cough.

Coughing and coughing, soon he couldn't even stand; releasing his hold on me while collapsing in on himself.

"Ron!"

I stood rigid against the wall; staring down at the man kneeling in front of me as he doubled over, blood beginning to pour from his lips in a fascinating fountain of red.

"RON!"

It reminded me of his eyes, that red.

"NURSE!"

The bronze skinned man began pounding on the door, attracting the nurses' attention. They came as a team and began to quickly unlock the enchantments keeping me in the room, running to the red-haired man's side while flinching away at my stare.

"Breathe, keep breathing Mr. Weasley; we need a Healer in here immediately!"

Keep breathing.

"His pulse is erratic, we need to stabilize him!"

I was to keep breathing.

"SOMEBODY GET A HEALER!"

It was fascinating really, feeling this much magic coursing from my body. I could see its translucent tendrils floating from me and into the red-haired man's chest; squeezing his heart and lungs.

He shouldn't have touched me.

"What happened in here!"

Did I not tell them not to touch me?

"I don't know, he just collapsed!"

Tilting my head curiously, I felt the madness begin to pulse fervently under my skin as my lips split my face into a demonic mask of heartless pleasure.

No one noticed except for the bronze skinned man, whose eyes became angry and wrathful in response.

"What have you done!" He marched over to me with his wand drawn threateningly, his face twisted into a snarl.

I could see his soul.

"You little freak, what the fuck have you become?!"

A faint purple glow came from his chest, bright and untainted and whole.

His wand jammed into my throat and cut off my breath.

He was breathing hard through his mouth, staring down at me in disgust while invading my personal space- although he was not touching me directly...

I wonder what his soul would taste like…

"Poena Exuro."

I screamed.

It felt like hundreds of hands were on me, fingers of fire teasing every inch of my skin in ruthless delight.

He smiled grimly at me.

I felt my magic retreat back into me to protect me from the pain, causing the red-headed man to let out a gasp for air.

"The blockage is gone, hurry we need to repair the damage!"

How dare he…

How dare he!

The bronze man began to retreat from me, triumph on his face as he turned to look at the fallen red-head.

I grabbed his face with merciless fingers, snapping his head back to face me. He looked down at me in surprise and slight fear when he felt the strength in my bony fingers.

I was skeletal from only being fed nutrient potions during my stay in this room. I refused to eat, and as a result, my limbs could barely support me.

I shouldn't have been able to force his head down to my level; I shouldn't have been able to pry his mouth open.

But I shouldn't have been able to do a lot of things.

My magic flew instantly into my mouth and began to extract his soul. This time a purple light left his mouth and traveled into mine, leaving him sagging and blank as I dropped him with a glare.

He tasted almost… spicy.

I rolled my tongue around my mouth as I swallowed, trying to identify what exactly he had tasted like. It was a hearty soul, angry yet calm as it stubbornly tried to refuse merging with the soul I had already eaten.

I heard a gasp.

I heard a scream.

I turned toward the frozen people inhabiting my cell, all of their wide horrified eyes skimming across my skin.

I smiled innocently as I stepped forward; ignoring the limp body of the bronze man I stepped on.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

They seemed to awaken at the sound of my voice, cowering and running for the open door.

"I didn't do anything wrong."

The door swung shut, a thin veil of translucent energy activating the enchantments set to keep me contained.

"I'm just doing what's in my nature."

The red-headed man my magic had attacked seemed to come alive, and reached out to grab my ankle. He dragged me down roughly, snapping the bones in my delicate leg, making me cry out in pain.

My skin was broken; my ankle was twisted to the side.

I couldn't move my leg.

He crawled over me, his eyes wild and glazed, panting from his blood covered lips.

He smiled like a demon over me, grabbing my fragile wrists and pinning them over my head.

I felt tears licking my eyes as I stared up at his face. With his face so close to my own, what was once a vague recollection became a startling memory.

I knew this man.

At least, once I had.

I couldn't remember his name, but I felt my frozen heart ache slightly as I looked up into that twisted face.

WHY was he hurting me so much? A tear escaped as the feeling of helplessness and fire crawled inside me.

WHY did my heart twist so painfully, as if he had betrayed me somehow?

I whimpered as the ache intensified, trying to wrench my hands away without the use on my magic.

My body was trembling, I wanted him to stop hurting me so badly… but my heart battled with my instincts.

We trust this man! We KNOW HIM! It seemed to scream, but then why was he HURTING me!

It hurt so bad…

The red-head only laughed at my struggle, spitting a mouthful of blood and saliva on my conflicted face.

The red-head's head exploded across the walls, splattering my face and my cloths with drops of flesh and blood.

"Why does everyone want to hurt me?"

My voice was small and hard to hear.

I didn't expect an answer.

I pushed the unmoving body off me with shaking hands, standing and swaying as I looked down at the man I was sure I once knew.

I narrowed my eyes down at him and spat on his corpse.

How DARE he treat me that way? I was sure I once trusted that man, if the echoes of what felt like betrayal were taken into account.

My heart shriveled and died in my chest, and I felt whatever innocence I had left break.

All that was left was the madness, and my love for my Master.

My Master who my soul screamed for.

He was the only one worth my love and my devotion. Trivial ties with pathetic humans like this red-head were idiotic. Why should I care what happens to anyone but my Master?

They would only hurt me.

The only one who wouldn't hurt me, my beloved Master, was dead and gone, and I was all that was left of him.

I glared down at the pitiful heaps of flesh cowering in MY corner.

They whimpered in fear, curling away from me.

I hated them. I hated everything.

I smiled down at them, unaware of the coldness that slowly seeped from my body and stained the air.

I was a horcrux, I was meant to contain a HIS soul; Destined to protect my Master.

Interesting that as a result to being empty, I could take and contain other souls as well. But, I wasn't created for their souls. No matter how many souls I ate and absorbed, they would never fill the gap inside me.

But at least I could still keep them from feeling whole.

And for now, that would be enough.

Sorry if this chapter is kinda confusing, because I wrote like, three seperate parts over the course of however long it's been since I updated and then combined them.

This was a tough chapter, man, I feel like it's been FOREVER since I entered this world, and yet I still love it.

I hope you guys liked it! PLEASE let me know what you think, because I'm even MORE unsure of this chapter vs. the last one.

I feel like I just joined Harry on his emotional roller coster, because now my head hurts and I hate this uncertainty I hold updating my story.

But, I think you guys have waited long enough.

I love you guys!

See ya next chapter!

Oh, and I'm sorry autumngold, but the stinky souls are to remain inside him for just a LITTLE while longer *smirk