This is kind of a filler chapter, not much happening but I still wanted to wright it. Voldemort is kind of ooc, he is a bit silly but he is in the body of a five year old so whatever!

Enjoy!

Voldemort moved his new wand in small graceful movement. It felt good, not perfect but good. If Lucifer had been older it would probably been more powerful. Voldemort sighed in content as he felt his magic flowing through him without resistance.

"Tommen!" Voldemort quickly put his wand up his sleeve and went to the door of his playroom. He had now put a looking charm on the door, no muggle would ever sneak into his room again.

"What is it Myrcella", Voldemort asked in an annoyed tone. His six year old "big sister" had decided since Tommens "cat" been killed that she needed to take care of him and keep him happy.

"Come out of there, I want to play in the garden", Myrcella explained in her best big sister voice. Voldemort sighed and gently hit his head against he wall. Why did he have to have a family? Why could he not have been an orphan?

"I don't want to play with you Myrcella", Voldemort put on a whiny voice.

"Tommen if you don't play with me I will pee in your bed!" Myrcella announced. Voldemorts eyes widened in horror, well his sister surly wasn't the most lady-like princesses.

"You wouldn't!" Voldemort cried in outrage.

"Yes I would! In fact I kind of need to pee right now", Myrcella answered playfully and started to back away from the closed door.

"Fine!" Voldemort growled and opened the door. If looks could kill… Let's just say Voldemort was practically a basilisk. Myrcella just smiled at him with a victorious smile. She grabbed his hand and dragged him away.


"No!" Voldemort yelled and threw the rope back at Myrcella.

"Yes you'll be the horse and I'll be your rider", Myrcella insisted for the tenth time. She didn't understand why her brother was being so stubborn. Voldemorts fingers twitched longing to take out the new wand and she if he could do the torture curse with his undeveloped core. Voldemort took a deep breath and turned. He stomped away, trying to take his rage out on the ground instead of his stupid sister.

His eyes so fixed at the ground that he didn't notice his brother holding a horse by the stables. Joffery smirked and let go of the horse and took out his sword. He stabbed the animals behind, sending it galloping towards his little brother.

"Tommen watch out!" Myrcella cried. Voldemort looked up seeing the horse stampeding towards him. Voldemort froze, confused as to what to do. Then he felt a weight knocking into him and sending him flying to the side. A second later a high pitch cry of pain came from the weight on top of him.

Voldemort looked up at his sister laying on him. Tears streaming down her face and she hugged him furiously. Voldemort turned to see towards the stable, catching a glimpse of his brother taking cover inside the stables. Voldemort growled and slowly sat up. He saw Myrcellas foot had been stamped by the horse, the bones was probably crushed.

"Are you okay Tommen?" Myrcella manage to say between her violent sobbing. Voldemort grabbed his chest as an uncomfortable feeling rose.

"I'm fine", he gritted and helped Myrcella to sit. Guards came running towards them yelled in concern.

Voldemort wanted to ask his sister why she'd save him but was afraid how the answerer would affect the already unwelcome feeling inside his chest. As the guards carried them inside Voldemort chanted in his head why he hated his sister, but it didn't seem to take away the cramping inside his chest.


Voldemort knocked on his sister's door, he bit his lip. He was only doing this because she had saved him, not because he had warm feeling towards her. At least that what he chanted to himself inside his head.

"Yes?" Oh great his mother was in there.

"Mother I came to speak with Myrcella", Voldemort called. After a little while his mother opened the door. She glared at him, like she thought he was the reason Myrcella was hurt.

"Come in then", she said in a tight voice. Voldemort gave his mother a glare before entering the room. He walked up to the bed were Myrcella was lying.

"I'm glad you're okay", Myrcella smiled. They probably given her milk of the poppy because by the look of the state of her foot she should be in pain. Voldemort turned towards their mother.

"Can we have some privacy?"

"Why?" Cersei demanded and frowned. Her youngest son always had given her the creeps. Suddenly she felt herself turn around and walk out of the room. Then she was in her own champers, she gulped and hugged herself. Her youngest son defiantly gave her the creeps.


"Myrcella, we are going to play", Voldemort announced and took out his wand. Myrcella giggled.

"Okay", she said softly. She was getting pretty tired.

"I am going to be a healer and you my patient", Voldemort explained and started waving his wand over his sisters foot.

"It seems the bones in your foot are crushed, will need to heal them", Myrcella nodded and yawned.

"Brackium Emendo", Myrcellas eyes widened as she felt something move inside her foot.

"There now you are healed", Voldemort said and put his wand back in his sleeve.

"What did you do Tommen?" Myrella asked. She was very confused and struggled to stay awake.

"I'm not Tommen right now, I'm a healer", Voldemort stated and rose.

"And now you are fine again so I need to leave"

"No wait Tommen", Myrcella tried but Voldemort was already leaving.

The next morning Joffery woke up with a swollen tongue and uncontrollable diarrhea that lasted for the day.

Next chapter is going to be a time skip... I think. But probably a time skip. See you next time!