Spoilers: 'I Want You, Sirius, And No One Else!' fanfic by Isys Luna Skeeter and 'Pet's Curse' fanfic by Isys Luna Skeeter
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I also do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Beta: none
Pairing/s in this chapter: one sided LV/HP, LM/RW, CharlusP/DoreaB, BellatrixB/NevilleL, SiriusB/RodolphusL, CharlusP/DoreaB, future JamesP/LiluE
Warnings in this chapter: Time Travel, Slash,
Nr words in this chapter: 2,179
"Talking"
'Thinking'
-Parseltongue-
Dream/Memory/Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper
Time change/date of time
Chapter VI
–Nucleo Edere Morbo–
Sunday, 30 January, 1972
Voldemort looked at Charlus to see him descending with Severus. It was about time the boy left the room. As soon as he sat by the table Neville put a bowl of soup before him. Charlus approached Voldemort and gave him a parchment.
"To help keep the time busy." the wizard explained before approaching Severus.
Voldemort looked at Charlus.
"Call me if there's any news."
"I'll make sure of it." the wizard answered and Voldemort left.
Aiden's uncle would never birth if Voldemort had any say in that. Voldemort stopped at Lestrange Manor, by the library where Ronald, Rodolphus, Bellatrix and Lucius were.
"Ronald, what I'm about to say you can't recapitulate as an Auror." Ronald nodded. "I found the name of two muggles who will in future despise wizards above anything else."
"Do you know a seer, my Lord?" Lucius asked.
"Indeed he knows." Ronald agreed. "The Dursleys?" he wondered and Voldemort nodded. "So that's why Lord Potter sent me that letter asking..." Ronald stood. "I want a hand in this."
"Ronald?" Rodolphus asked surprised.
Ronald turned to him coldly.
"We didn't came from the Colonies but from the Future. The Dursleys are the family who mistreated Aiden. Who made him win killing tendencies. I know; I've seen the bedroom they forced him to sleep in. I was the one who took the grades from his window and unlocked the locks that he had on his small bedroom. He even inherited his cousin's clothes who was at the least thrice his size!" Ronald turned to Lucius. "I will have a hand in making them pay for that. Before the time or after doesn't matter."
Lucius stood, closing the book.
"We'll talk about this time-traveling later. My lord, do you know where to find the filth?"
Bellatrix and Rodolphus stood as well.
"Petunia Evans is the muggle sister of Lily Evans. You visited her parents before, Bella." Voldemort answered.
Bella nodded.
"I, Ronald and Lucius will catch her." she said bowing and the three left.
Voldemort turned to Rodolphus.
"And then there's Vernon Dursley. Who will wed Petunia and have a son that will be the uncle who would dare to hurt Aiden."
Rodolphus nodded, his eyes narrowing.
"What about the aunt?"
"Aiden doesn't want me to know his biological parents name. All I know is that he birthed a Potter and so most likely his father is James Potter's son."
Rodolphus nodded while chuckling to himself.
"I know this is no moment to laugh, my Lord, but this actually explain a lot about Aiden."
"He was raised in the war... the war I'm starting."
Rodolphus' eyes hardened.
"Then let's finish it before it happens." the young wizard stated. "I have a question." Voldemort nodded as they walked out the library. "Does this count has initiation?"
Voldemort chuckled, it was the first time in a long time that he did...
"Bella was initiated long ago. If I intended to do the initiation test you would have already passed it with flying colours when you fought against my men with Aiden all alone half a year ago." Rodolphus nodded. "I just didn't contact you yet because Aiden is actually found of you even though he knows you are supposed to became my man."
Rodolphus bowed his head in respect.
"Thank you, my Lord."
"But let's find this as initiation if you'll want. It's your job to locate Dursley. You manage and you can choose to become one or to refuse without any collateral damage."
Rodolphus bowed his head and apparated away.
–PW–
Ron looked at Petunia Evans as she was sneering at her sister who was happily talking with their parents about the magic.
"Time-travel then?" Malfoy asked as they waited for Petunia to separate from the others.
Ron glanced at him and then to the Evans.
"Yes."
"Is Ron your real name?"
"Yes." Ron looked at Bellatrix Black. "Alick told me and made me promise to keep quiet." Malfoy turned to her. "Apparently I was the one who curses Alick's parents. And, Lucius, you bring Ron's name to the dirt, making sure that they have no wealth or right for themselves."
Malfoy frowned and turned towards Ron.
"Arthur Weasley?"
"And Molly Prewett." Ron conceded, making Lucius groan. "What? Have a problem with who my parents are?" he hissed coldly. "Is that it?"
"It's not about a problem with your parents, Ron." Bellatrix argued. "Your father broke a marriage engagement to Lucius' sister in order to marry your mother so your older brother could birth - just in time, if what Alick told me is right - and then you get yourself married to Lucius. By all means, by 'accepting' you Lucius broke the feudo with your father but because you're a time-traveller he can't admit it."
"You have to be kidding me." Ron turned to Malfoy. "By marrying me my father's debt was paid? Does that mean you won't mistreat the Weasleys?"
"Not that simple. It's not like I can go to Lord Weasley and state that as I accepted his grandson the debt is paid." Malfoy argued.
"There's a Lord?" Ron asked making Malfoy and Bellatrix trade looks. "What?"
"I take it the Malfoy's really brought your family to the ground." Bellatrix answered and Ron understood, glaring at Malfoy.
"Do I have permission to speak about this with my Parents, Lord Weasley and Arthur Weasley?"
"If they make a vow that they won't tell anyone." Ron argued and Malfoy nodded. "And the same fo…"
"No need. I know better than go tell around that my husband is a time-traveller. How was I in the future?"
"You were married to Narcissa Black and had a child." Ron answered, looking at the Evans. "And you can't tell riddle the exact year we came from."
"Why?"
"Aiden told him we came from 2101, instead of 2001."
"Why didn't he tell the truth?" Bellatrix wondered.
"Because if riddle gets angry with Aiden he'll be able to locate his biological parents and hurt them to hurt Aiden." Ron argued pointing to Lily Evans.
Malfoy hummed.
"Well, at least now I know that you're a real pureblood. Neither Prewetts nor Weasleys have halfbreed or halfblood status in them."
Ron huffed, glaring at the blond.
"Is that all you care about?"
"I wouldn't mind having you sharing my bed." Malfoy taunted.
Ron hissed, going deep red to the tip of his ears and turned away.
"Only on your nightmares." He argued, Ron didn't need to look to know that the other two had shared amused looks. "So unless you want to loosed your magic you better keep your bed to yourself." Ron threatened.
Bellatrix hummed.
"Fighty… just like you like them, Lucius."
Ron growled at them threateningly.
"Can you two stop? My best friend is in a coma and courtship is the last think I would like to think about at a time like this."
A hand appeared on Ron's shoulder and when he turned to glare at Malfoy, the other shook his head.
"You're right. Now let's make this teenager pay for what she did to our godfather."
Ron sighed and turned again to the Evans.
"Lily does look like Aiden." Bellatrix put in. "He is obviously a Potter but the eyes, the mouth, the cheeks, the facial expressions… it's all miss Lily."
"Aiden is always listening how much he is alike his father; he'd like to hear that."
Bellatrix nodded.
"I'll tell him myself when he awakes."
Ron smiled thankful for her phrasing. Then they saw Petunia leave the house angry for the way her parents cooed at Lily. She could only be a teen, but Ron didn't care, this muggle needed to pay for her treatments of Harry.
–PW–
Voldemort was looking over some parselscribing books at Riddle Manor about what the better way to curse the Dursleys to make them pay for what they would've do, when Voldemort's eyes grew at reading a curse he had been doing the day Aiden had showed up on his throne room. How had he been so stupid? Of course the curse had sent him to the exact time he had done the curse!
"Slippery!" the house elf appeared. "Would you bring me parchment, quill and ink?"
The house elf nodded and disappeared to appear with the objects requested. Voldemort sat, translating the curse to English.
"My Lord?" Voldemort looked up when he was almost done to find Rodolphus and two blonds teenagers at his feet, their hands behind their back the best way that Rodolphus managed, considering how fat the teenagers were. "These are Vernon and Marge Dursley." Rodolphus presented.
Voldemort hummed.
"If their heirs are as large as they are then I don't even want to imagine what they done to Aiden." Voldemort hissed and Rodolphus kicked the male teenager. "I found the curse, Nucleo Edere Morbo, also known as the core eating disease."
Rodolphus' eyes grew and he almost lost his composure.
"My Lord?"
Voldemort pointed to the book and continued the translation. Rodolphus dared a peek at the book and then to the parchment.
"Ironically this was the curse I was making on the day Aiden showed up before me for the first time in this timeline. I had completely forgotten about it with his appearance and everything that followed." Voldemort stated and finished the translation, before offering it to Rodolphus. "Give this quickly to Mr Neville, would you? So when I'll return I'll have everything ready to the anti-curse."
Rodolphus nodded and grabbed the parchment, apparating away. Voldemort looked with a sneer at the pigs, gaining his real form making the muggles screech scared. And then the other three entered with a teenager with a horse like face and the longest neck Voldemort had ever seen. Voldemort showed the book to them.
"Found Aiden's curse. Rodolphus already took a translation to Neville so everything will be ready for me to undo it."
"Parselmagic?" Ronald asked sceptical, sneering at the blond muggle.
"Parselscript but Latin magic." Voldemort retorted.
Ronald hummed and took his wand out, pointing it at Dursley who screamed in pain as a nasty would appeared on his leg. Lucius approached Ronald at once and tried to keep him in control before Voldemort would get angry, but now that he knew that Aiden would survive and angriness Voldemort had felt passed and he was more amused to see a Light wizard to use such a dark spell on the muggle. Voldemort looked with a dead look as the wound on the leg started to infect and attack the rest of the leg. Obviously Ronald and Aiden were more than simple Light followers. Rodolphus reentered, looked at the scene with disgust – as Dursley tried to crawl away from Ronald and Lucius tried to keep Ronald in control – and then approached Voldemort.
"Lord Potter requested for you to keep your magic levels high so you'll manage to do the anti-curse as soon as it if possible, my Lord."
"Lucius, let him go. Bella you can play with the Dursley teenager, but don't touch the Evans. I will want a turn on her when the time comes… try not to bleed on the carpet. It's Aiden's favourite." Voldemort stated and stood, leaving with Rodolphus who side-apparated Voldemort to Privet Drive.
Charlus has on the corridor, waiting for them.
"Alick and Pomfrey are preparing Aiden. Dorea went to contact Cousin Walburga for the ingredients needed that we don't already have." Voldemort nodded and walked to the living room, sitting. "Pomfrey said that no magic for you until everything is ready."
"I know… I've done curses before…" Voldemort argued. "Although, I've never actually done an anti-curse."
"As far as I've heard is not much different." Charlus explained. "Good thing you found it as well, as Aiden wouldn't survive much longer."
Voldemort nodded and took a deep breath, starting to meditate in order to relax.
–PW–
Pain…
Why was there so much pain?
"Ego…"
Breath…
Why did breath mattered?
Living…
Why did living mattered?
There was a cause…
What was it again?
"Frangens…"
That was an odd song he was listening…
Couldn't his…
What?
Lover?
No, it wasn't his lover.
"Manducare…"
Friend?
No, it wasn't his friend.
Father?
No that wasn't it either…
"Vestra…"
It did sound like a lover…
But he didn't had a lover…
Did he?
"Auferet…"
Alfred… what an odd name for a song.
Couldn't his whatever put an actual song?
Couldn't he at least deserve that?
"Magicae…"
He would magicae him as well if he wouldn't be given an actual song!
Wasn't he dying?
He remembered dying…
Crying…
Yes, there was definitely crying involved.
"Maledictionem…"
Was someone throwing powder on top of him?
Didn't they know it was difficult to breath with powder on the lungs?
That it was difficult to cough when your body was too pained and tired to move?
Didn't they…?
"Autea…"
Would someone blame him if he started cursing who ever had such a bad singing?
At least he could be sang some actual good song…
Not this shit!
"Fecerunt!"
And then emptiness.
(TBC)
Hi
Sorry for the delay. Merry Yulë. ^_^
Next Chapter's name: Memories and Lovers
~Isys
