Friend of Lord Voldemort
Summary: Alexander Viator is back in the game, and he's planning for a big surprise.
Pairing/s: None. It may be some implied, but nothing for real.
Warnings: Blood and violence.
Disclaimers: Don't own Harry Potter.
"Talking"
'Thinking'
-Parseltongue-
Alexander Viator was Harry Potter
-o-
Chapter Six
Voldemort woke up slowly, trying to shake life in his sluggish mind. He was certain everything had been a dream. Everything. Meeting Alexander again, feeling the man's hugs again… everything.
So… if this all had been a dream, just whose heartbeat was he feeling at this very moment?
"Mine, stupid. For being a Dark Lord, your thoughts are annoyingly loud."
He whipped his head up and stared at Alexander. The man huffed and said:
"I'm not a dream, little brother. Living flesh and blood, but I am about to suffocate so get off! You're not twelve anymore!"
Voldemort honestly thought he was going to cry. He took a deep breath to calm down, but tears still formed in his eyes. Alexander noticed and sighed. He had missed Voldemort as well, and maybe it was time to really admit it and stop snapping at the man. He slid down further so they were lying alongside each other. The Dark Lord could not help but put his arms around the raven-haired man's waist and burying his face into Alexander's neck. The man embraced Voldemort back and said:
"It's okay now. I'm here."
Nagini slithered up beside them before gently sliding over their bodies. She settled down, her body sprawled over them and her head resting against Alexander's head.
"I thought I was dreaming," Voldemort mumbled.
"You're not," Alexander said. "Because you're not getting away from me."
The Dark Lord was content to lie there all day but Alexander was restless even now. The man soon began to move and Voldemort looked up at him.
"I have some things I need to think through," Alexander said softly.
"What kind of things?"
"I was thinking of infiltrating Hogwarts as Harry Potter."
'Well… at least he isn't keeping secrets,' was all that went through the Dark Lord's mind.
-o-
"How are you supposed to do it?"
"Glamour."
"May I ask why you are going to do it?"
"I want to finish off some business."
'Business my ass.'
"I heard that."
"Why can you hear my thoughts?"
"Because they are annoying loud."
Voldemort half-glared at his friend and Alexander only arched an eyebrow as a response.
"How are you supposed to be there without killing Dumbledore at first sight?"
"Self-control, Tom, self-control."
"I can't say you had any control to begin with," the Dark Lord muttered.
"I've learned it," Alexander said with a sniff. "You need it to teach a room full of ungrateful brats." 'Damn, did I just sound like Severus Snape?'
"You're a teacher?"
"Was. Resigned last term."
"What did you teach and where?"
"I was History-teacher in Beauxbatons."
"Wait… in France?"
"Yes, I do believe Beauxbatons lies there," Alexander said, and Voldemort growled.
"That's not the point!"
"I know. I just love to watch your temper."
"You-!"
Alexander laughed as he dodged his little brother's attempt of attacking.
-o-
All of the Death Eaters were wondering who the man with the strange skull-tattoo had been. Voldemort hadn't been seen since that day, and he had made no attempt to call on his followers.
Severus Snape was nervous. He was hoping to be called to the Dark Lord because he couldn't stand being with the Light one more moment. Forget about any promises he had made; he rather die than standing with them. The only reason why he had stayed was because of Harry Potter and that only because he was Lily's son. Now they couldn't contact him, and they believed him to be missing. So the potions master was out. Never coming back, nope. They could handle themselves. Besides, he never liked Albus Dumbledore anyway.
-o-
Alexander hummed as he felt the potions master's magic enter the manor. A guest. How fun. The man looked over at the sleeping Dark Lord, and let his hand rest against the man's cheek. Voldemort stirred and burrowed himself deeper into the covers. Alexander chuckled and tucked his brother in before walking outside. He drew his wand, just in case Severus was skittish, and came down the stairs.
"Oh well, a guest," he said, startling the potions master.
Severus whipped around to stare at the man. Alexander continued to walk down the stairs, not saying anything. Severus himself was rooted to the spot. It was the man from a few days earlier! He looked like he owned the place, and took his time walking down. It was the middle of the night, and the raven-haired man was dressed like he was going for a ball; a deep blue robe over his shoulders, a black turtleneck sweater and tight black pants. On his feet he had metal boots and that frightened the potions master just a bit. In his right hand was his wand, and that kept Severus alert and on his toes.
"You are Severus Snape." It was not a question.
"How did you know?"
"I know some things," Alexander replied, shrugging. It didn't even look strange or awkward for him to shrug, he who looked like he should be hanging around with Lucius Malfoy and the blonde's little tea-parties.
"Where is the Dark Lord?" Severus asked as politely as he could.
Alexander looked at him and replied:
"Sleeping. People tend to do that at night, you know."
"How come you are still up then?" the man dared to ask.
"I don't require much sleep," Alexander replied. "I will not wake the lord up, because he really has a temper when he hasn't slept much. You have to wait until tomorrow."
"I can't wait that long."
"Why in such a hurry?"
"I want the Dark Lord to know about my loyalties."
Alexander walked up to the man and looked him over.
"I can feel it," the raven-haired man said. "Your dark magic. You're not on Dumbledore's side at least."
Severus froze. Just who was this man?
"No…" the potions master replied. "I'm not on Dumbledore's side."
"How good," Alexander said. "Tell me about your loyalties, and I will tell the Dark Lord about it. He knows I don't lie to him, and he knows people don't dare lying to me without ending up dead."
Severus had a dreading feeling this man was worse than the Dark Lord.
-o-
"So Severus pledged his loyalties to me?" Voldemort said as he looked at the raven-haired man.
"Yes. I do think I scared him though."
"Don't tell me you threatened to kill him if he lied."
"I didn't say it straight out…"
"You threatened him," Voldemort deadpanned.
Alexander pouted. "Fine, I did."
"But he didn't lie?"
"He was speaking the truth like I had given him Veritaserum."
Voldemort rolled his eyes and Alexander smiled.
"You serious about playing Harry Potter and being in Hogwarts?"
"Yep. Who knows Harry Potter better than former Harry Potter himself?"
"They think you are missing."
"Why? I'm right here."
"Ha-ha. They think you have gone missing since you haven't replied to their letters."
"I'll just say I didn't get any letters," Alexander replied with a shrug. "Besides, I'm still mourning Sirius."
"Yeah right. I bet you haven't given him a thought for years. Okay; what about the will-reading, when you used Viator without knowing how Dumbledore was going to react?"
"I'll say that the man just wanted to help me. His name wasn't really Viator; I just found the name out and thought it sounded funny. I didn't want him to se his real name and the goblins accepted that."
"Where did you find the name?"
"In a letter Gringotts sent me about my vaults, and I wondered who Viator was but didn't lay much thought behind it."
"You just think up lies with every question I ask?"
"More or less."
"Damn, you're fast."
"Why thank you. Abel praised me when I finished seventh year in half a year."
"You what?"
Alexander winked at him and sipped his tea while Voldemort groaned.
-o-
The Inner Circle and a few other Death Eaters stood in a half-ring, surrounding their lord. Voldemort was staring at the prisoner who was still throwing insults at him. The Death Eaters were quite nervous, since their lord did not even touch his wand. If he had been like he normally was, the prisoner would have been writhing on the floor and screaming in pain. But right now Voldemort was looking at the man like he was just a slightly annoying bug that was not worth breath complaining over.
"My lord?" Bellatrix dared to ask.
Voldemort looked at her briefly and the back at the prisoner. Finally the man quieted down and Voldemort said:
"Worked off some steam now?"
The prisoner stared at him. A shadow moved behind the throne chair and a gleam of blue was seen briefly.
"Severus," Voldemort said.
"Yes, my lord?" Severus said, kneeling.
"Where do the Light think Harry Potter is?"
"They think he is in one of the houses Sirius Black left him."
"Are we going to find him?" Bellatrix asked happily.
"No, why?" Voldemort said and smiled. "He's dead."
They all stared at him. Voldemort looked up at the roof and said:
"Killed as an 'I'm back'-gift from a friend of mine."
They all waited but the Dark Lord spoke no more.
"You asshole!" the prisoner screamed. "You are a freak, and a monster! You will never win; Dumbledore will win over you and your pathetic Death Eaters!"
A curse came from the dark behind Voldemort and hit the prisoner. The man screamed of pain and Voldemort sighed.
"I need him sane for a while, Alex," the Dark Lord said. Someone muttered a few colourful words from behind the chair and the curse was lifted. "Thank you."
"Don't think I'm gonna let him live for long after you're done with him," the voice said behind the lord.
"I know. You just love killing people, so I'm not going to deny you that pleasure."
A dark aura fell over them, and then retreated.
"You were just waiting for me to say that," Voldemort whined. The Death Eaters stared; they had never heard him like that.
"But of course, little brother," the voice replied. "I know you always give in."
"Damn you and your know-it-all."
The Death Eaters were quite surprised to see their lord act that way. Voldemort looked back at the prisoner and said:
"For the last time of your lovely visit here, I want to know Dumbledore's plans."
"I'll never tell you!" the prisoner screamed.
Ten minutes later the prisoner still only gave the same answer, and Voldemort sighed.
"This is going nowhere," he said. "He's useless and all yours, Alex."
Alexander stepped out from the shadows and the Death Eaters looked warily at the man who seemed to mean a lot to the Dark Lord. He looked at the prisoner for a little while, cocked his head like a child and then said:
"Scream."
The prisoner suddenly began to scream and writhe in pain. Alexander's mouth stretched into a smile and his eyes lit up.
"Your right arm is broken," Alexander informed to the prisoner and the arm twisted violently. The Death Eaters flinched. Voldemort looked on and said:
"Where have you learned that?"
"Some things just come natural," Alexander replied with a grin. "Now, can you feel your spine slowly break?"
Cracking noises could be heard and the prisoner screamed even more. Bellatrix stared at the raven-haired man in fascination. He made Dementors flee, he could modify memories of another person without the person noticing and cause harm by just speaking to the person.
"Not to everyone, Mrs Lestrange," Alexander said and she gaped. "Only to those who are weak. If it had worked on Dumbledore, I would have killed him already."
"Yes, yes," Voldemort said, "you don't need to frighten them by reading their thoughts."
"Oh, that's right. I only do to with you."
"Oh, go to hell!"
"Sorry; I've already been there and I liked it there. It's warm and comfy."
Voldemort threw up his hands and said:
"Just kill him and get over with it!"
Alexander shrugged and snapped his fingers. The prisoner's head twisted around and the neck broke. The raven-haired man stepped back into the shadows. Voldemort glared at his followers and they all stared at the dead prisoner.
"You all have been waiting for me to kill Dumbledore," he began and got their attention. "Feel faith; a plan is already forming over his death. He will be killed by the one he did not expect."
"Who is that, my lord?" Bellatrix asked.
"The man who is standing behind me," Voldemort said. "Dumbledore still doesn't know you're back, Alex?"
"Nope, he probably think I'm still as dead as back then," Alexander replied. "Did you know that Avada Kedavra do hurt when you get hit?"
"No, I can't say I did know," Voldemort snapped. "People normally die from it!"
"Well excuse me for not dying!" Alexander whined. "I can't help it that I'm immortal!"
"Can't help it," the Dark Lord muttered. "Like I'll believe that."
"I didn't die on purpose!"
The Death Eaters watched the two arguing back and forth, quite surprised of seeing such a human behaviour on in their lord.
"Yeah, yeah," the dark wizard said and waved his hand before looking over at his followers. "Is there anything else you want to report?"
The Death Eaters all murmured 'No' and Voldemort dismissed them. Bellatrix still stood still though and said:
"My lord, I would like to ask your friend something."
"Me?" Alexander said and came forth. The rest of Voldemort's followers stopped.
"You may Bella," Voldemort said.
"I remember when you freed Carmilla," Bellatrix said. "I'm not upset of what you did to my memory, because I think I understand why now. What I want to know is… how did you make the Dementors flee from you?"
They all now looked at Alexander. He blinked and looked down at the floor for a while. He then looked back at the woman and said:
"Would you like to feel what the Dementors feel when I'm close to them?"
She waited for a little while and then nodded. Alexander closed his eyes and continued:
"You won't be affected as much as Dementors since you're human. But normally a human wouldn't be able to feel this at all, so…"
His voice faded away and he took a deep breath. He opened his eyes, and they were red. A cold wind began surrounding Bellatrix and she gasped. But she was the only who could feel it.
The Death Eaters and Voldemort stared as the fierce woman they knew began whimpering and hugged herself. She fell to her knees and tears began streaming down her cheeks.
"Stop it!" she finally screamed. "Oh Merlin, please just stop it!"
The red mist covering Alexander's eyes disappeared and it broke.
"Do you understand now?" he asked quietly.
"Yes," she whispered. "How did you learn that?"
"One of the gifts from when I became immortal," Alexander said. "I still haven't figured myself out, so I have to test what I can do and what I can't do."
He walked over to the throne chair again and sat down on one of the arms. Voldemort looked on as Bellatrix stood up and bowed. She then walked out, the rest of the people following. They were left alone in the room and Voldemort leaned into the man.
"You're clingy," Alexander muttered into the room.
"I like being clingy with you," Voldemort said. "Besides, you don't really hate it."
"You haven't had someone to cling on over the years?"
"The Dark Lord doesn't cling to people."
"Well, you're doing it with me. Tom, are you saying I'm not normal?"
Voldemort snorted.
"Ungrateful brat," the raven-haired man said fondly.
Tbc…
Chapter six done, yahoo!
Chapter seven: Time for the new school-year and Dumbledore is in for a surprise!
Until later,
Ja,
Tiro