Noble
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Chapter 8
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Disclaimer: I can't deal with this. No, I do not own anything.
AN: Here we go! Continuing from where we left off in Ch. 1 It involves lots and lots of alcohol.
Marvolo stared at his Lord. They were still in the graveyard, with Pettigrew still unconscious and Rai still bleeding. Marvolo had no special reason for his staring. But did he really need one? Honestly, he was so dumbfounded by the day's turn of events that the only thing he could do was to stare at the creature that was his new master. Rai seemed untroubled by the whole ordeal, but Voldemort hardly expected him to be fazed by this. As old as he claimed to be, this must have been something normal.
"It's not normal."
"..huh?"
"I said that it's not normal for me to contract servants."
"...did I say that out loud?"
"No, but you're practically screaming your thoughts. It's quite annoying."
Marvolo blinked, already having exceeded his limit of being shocked to do much else. Rai had mentioned something about a mental bond, hadn't he.
"Don't worry overly much, I don't plan on listening for too long, but there are some things in your head that need my attention." Marvolo tilted his head to the side. What did he mean by that?
"Haven't you wondered why you're so sane after having torn your soul? Though my blood helped your soul to assemble, it's my presence that allowed you to come back to sanity. Without me, you'd probably develop some type of schizophrenia, as your horcruxes are different pieces of you at different times. You'd be a sixteen year old on second and a 60 year old the next." Rai answered tonelessly. Marvolo nodded to himself. That made a lot of sense. He inspected Rai's injuries again.
"Don't worry about it. I need a good excuse for having gone AWOL from Hogwarts." As he said that, Rai motioned to Pettigrew's motionless body and levitated it.
Marvolo raised an eyebrow. Ah. Pettigrew would be the excuse. Rai nodded, and Marvolo tried to pretend this conversation wasn't creepy. He cleared his throat.
"Why are you here? I mean, ah, well, your presence in a dimension different than your own...must have some kind of a reason?"
"Yes. It's mission 'Save Wizards from their own Stupidity'."
"...what"
"Do you even realize how stupid you are being? First of all, the whole blood purity thing. No, blood does not control the amount of power a wizard has. It is a blessing of Magicke. That's it. And then there is the whole Dark Magic versus Light. Where do you even begin with that one. Magic is just magic! It's your intentions that matter." the Master ranted, letting his tight grip in his magic come loose in his frustration. Voldemort shivered as he felt Rai's aura envelop the graveyard. He truly did not want to anger this person. But once again he was left with as many questions as answers. What did he mean? No Dark or Light? Then why did Voldemort feel a different sensation when performing Dark magic than when he performed Light?
Rai sighed.
"That's your own core-magic responding to your intentions. Magic in general, however, remains boringly Neutral. Tempus." Voldemort startled at the sudden use of the spell, having not expected that. Rai paid him no attention. He brought the floating Pettigrew towards him, and gingerly placed a finger on the cleanest part of the Rat's clothes.
"8:30 pm. It is getting late. I'm afraid that we'll have to cut our talk short. I'll contact you when I need to. Don't try to gather those baboons of yours. They'll be a hindrance, and I'd rather not deal with more idiotic humans than I have to. Oh, make that Mark of yours go away. It is essential to our plans. And before I forget, don't bother calling Barty Crouch Jr. He's a bit too far gone to be useful to us. Accio cup!"
With that, the Noblesse left, Pettigrew in tow.
Voldemort stared at the place where he'd been for a long, long, time.
That was the first time in his almost 70 years of life that Voldemort drank himself to a stupor.
Lucius Malfoy stared at the mess that had once been the fearful Dark Lord.
"So, the Noblesse?" the Malfoy lord asked with a raised eyebrow, mouth twitching upwards when the terrifying Dark Lord groaned despondently from his position on the floor of the Malfoy Manor foyer.
Others may not believe it, but the Lucius had always thought of Voldemort as a cool uncle, if slightly ugly because honestly, who gives up their nose for their cause? That's what he called stupid dedication. They were quite close behind the scenes, and Lucius liked to believe that the Malfoys were the only family their Lord had ever had. Therefore, Lucius was probably the only one with who could get away with laughing at the man known as He-who-must-not-be-named.
Of course, there was another reason for him finding the situation absolutely hilarious.
"Look at the bright side,"Lucius said (un)helpfully, barely suppressing his laughter, "you're immortal since you're virtually impossible to beat, your mind is finally working, and most importantly," Lucius paused again to swallow his laughter, "you have a nose. And hair."
Marvolo lifted his head and glared at his pseudo-nephew. As soon as their eyes met, however, Lucius lost it and broke out in thigh-slapping laughter, holding his stomach, as he wiped his tears of mirth.
Marvolo blinked in shock.
Never had any Malfoy laughed so hard, let alone in front of him. Marvolo sent Lucius a concerned look, and approached him slowly.
"Lucius...Lucius! Are you...okay?" the darkest lord in history asked, a trickle of fear in his voice. Lucius seemed to calm down for a moment.
"I can't believe *snort* can't believe that *snort* Master would do that!" With that, Lucius broke into laughter again.
Marvolo went still.
"Master? What do you mean?" the poor man asked, looking lost. Lucius finally controlled his laughter, and smirked. It wasn't like his usual smirk though, which was more haughty with a holier-than-thou feel. It was more dangerous, and carried a hint of madness. Marvolo felt a shiver of fear throughout his very being.
Lucius bowed towards Marvolo mockingly.
"I was once known as Frankenstein in a different dimension. I am the Noblesse's other servant." Marvolo looked faint.
"And your senior."
Marvolo stared at his pseudo-nephew turned...whatever the fuck they were. Lucius-Frankenstein righted himself from the bow, and his expression turned rather...business-like. Marvolo shivered in fear again.
"Now, as your senior, I am in charge of getting you to know yourself and your new powers. Of course, our goal is to help Master in his holy mission of Save Wizards from Their Own Stupidity-"
"How do you even exist here?"
"-huh? Oh, Master visited once after his second year because he figured I had placed your diary horcrux in Hogwarts-"
"You did what?!"
"-anyway, he'd intercepted it, and to both of our surprise that we met each other. Of course, the meeting led to me recovering my memories, and I've been helping our cause since then. Anyway back to the topic at hand-"
The longer he listened the crazier the situation got.
For the first time in his life,Voldemort regretted everything he'd done to piss Fate off.
Dimensions away, the entity known as Fate felt happy for some reason.
It chalked it up to Raizel. That guy never let Fate down, after all.
AN: And Frankie makes an appearance! I had actually written a whole chapter, but stupid LOGGED ME OUT WHILE I WASTYPING ! AND THIS EVEN ISN'T THE FIRST TIME! GAHH, I was so mad I didn't write for a week.
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