Title: Inside My Mind
Pairing: TMR/FemHP, George W/DM/FW, HG/BZ
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the quotes. I also kind of took the quote idea from another story. I don't own the language, Druhir. I also don't own the Ancient Language from Eragon. I just need them for my story to work and I don't fancy making up a language. I'm dedicated but not that dedicated.
Most of this language will not be mine and will be taken from various sources. The list goes on and on so I will not list them but as previously stated and now reiterated, the Elvish language is not mine. See…that rhymed.
Note: As you should know, Bella is absent this chapter. You'll see why when you read. Now get onto reading. A new quote will be chosen for the next chapter.
Inside My Mind
By: Sistersgrimmlover
Interlude I
Godric Hollow, West Country, England
Monday the 6th of July 1992
11:45 PM
"Gellert…what are you doing in here? It's dangerous," Tom said, his arms crossed as he leaned in the doorway of the decrepit cottage. Sitting in the chair in front of a roaring fire was a young man with dark brown hair. His eyes were navy and he had a slightly and pleasant smile on his face.
"Tom! Come in, come in," he said, gesturing to the other armchair. Tom walked in, stiffly, his movements almost mechanical. He sat across from the fire and looked deep into it.
"Gellert, why are you in your old house? Dumbledore, the fool, comes almost every night. What is the purpose of being in a place where he could easily find you?" demanded Tom. Gellert looked unconcerned and this made Tom grit his teeth in anger.
"Is Albus coming tonight?" Gellert asked. Tom sighed and rolled his eyes at his 'uncle's' disregard for his own safety. He was entirely too confident.
"No. Minerva was able to stop him from coming tonight. Said it was bad for his health. What possessed you to do something as stupid as steal the Stone? You told me you were going to wait for me to take it and then you go make Snape suspicious by possessing Quirrell of all people!" Tom ranted. Gellert smirked and rolled his eyes.
"He had the weakest mind barriers. And you were taking entirely too long. I got a little…ah, desperate. Hmm, what happened to the Stone? I'm sure I can find another opportunity," Gellert said, cheerfully. Tom snorted and Gellert looked at him curiously and Tom ran a hand through his loose hair.
"The Stone was destroyed."
"WHAT?" Gellert roared, standing up. Tom was staring at him with a blasé expression, entirely too used to the sudden mood changes.
"You heard me. We'll have to put our plans on hold for now. No matter…" Tom said, lightly, as if he didn't care. Gellert suddenly grabbed Tom by his collar and Tom's wand was out in the blink of an eye. Gellert released him immediately.
He knew who was the more powerful of the two. Tom had always been more powerful and he had lived the past, almost twelve years without him. He had taken control of the situation and he knew that he wasn't just Gellert's underling anymore.
He was his lord.
"Don't ever grab me like I am your child, Gellert," he whispered dangerously. Gellert settled back into his seat but didn't respond. He knew not to talk back.
"As I was saying, we'll have to alter our plans. You do not have a body so we cannot plant one of my Horcruxes. I wouldn't work. Everyone already knows that I am the Heir of Slytherin. So, after some thinking I decided that we should use one of yours," Tom suggested. Gellert stared at him as if he were insane.
"Do you need to go to the Janus Thickey Ward at St. Mungo's? You're mad! I'm not using one of my Horcruxes! I only have four! You have six," Gellert protested. Tom rolled his eyes at Gellert's childishness.
"That may be but I can't afford to destroy a bit of my soul, though it may only be the tiniest slivers. Your magical core deteriorates and that can't happen. Now, I believe that we will use your necklace," Tom said, nonchalantly. Gellert sighed and thought over the possibilities.
"I suppose it could work…it would make them want the Hallows and I don't want anyone to get my wand," Gellert said, contritely. Tom let out a loud laugh and Gellert looked at him confused.
"The Elder Wand is no longer yours to command. The master of the Elder Wand is…Bella Potter," Tom said. Gellert's eyes widened when he heard Tom's voice go softer when he spoke the name of the adversary.
"Because the curse rebounded…speaking of Bella Potter…when can I expect that she will die?" Gellert asked, nonchalantly. Tom still had that look in his eyes before he turned his stare onto Gellert.
"Never."
"What do you mean 'never'?" demanded Gellert.
"I mean she will never die. I will not allow it. She and I are bound, mind, body, and magic. Her death will only make room for my own, thus she may not die," Tom said, softly. Gellert growled in anger and stood up. Tom stood up as well and they glared at each other.
"That is not the reason you wish to keep her alive. You always find a way to avoid death. Speak the truth," Gellert snapped. Tom glared at him.
"I do not lie, Gellert. Bella Potter will not die. I will kill you before I let any harm come to her. Is this clear?" Tom said, steely voiced. Gellert glared at him and wrapped his hand around the golden necklace around his neck. He tore it off and threw it at Tom who easily caught it.
"Crystal. Let's not dwell on that. Now, Tom, there must be a rendezvous point and you must pick a target," Gellert said, his teeth grinding together in annoyance. Tom smirked at him, triumphantly and Gellert looked at him, slightly confused.
"In this chess game called life, I'm always steps ahead. The rendezvous point will be the Library of Ravenclaw, her personal domain. It is said that a fearsome creature guards it. As an Heir, I may be able to open it. The beast is said to be the all-intelligent creature. The one that knows all and knows nothing," Tom said, with a slight smirk on his face. Gellert nodded, complete understanding on his face.
"Ah…I see…what about the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets? What will you do with it?" Gellert asked, curiously. Tom looked affronted and glared at him. Gellert watched in surprise. What was he annoyed about?
"The basilisk is not an it. She will aid Victory," Tom said. Gellert's eyes widened as he looked at him in wonder.
"You mean you've found them. The Horsemen?" Gellert asked, hungrily. Tom shook his head and suddenly looked quite disappointed. He only revealed this side to Gellert, someone he had come to see as an incredibly evil uncle.
"I've found one of the four. I have my suspicions but I only know one for sure. If we get Victory onto our side we will surely win. Victory…is Bella Potter," Tom said, quietly. Gellert's jaw dropped now and he crossed his legs.
"Are you absolutely sure? I don't believe I would've killed Victory. She would have a potent aura, I'm sure, that would alert me to her identity," Gellert pointed out. Tom smirked and tilted his head.
"Her aura…is as Dark as mine. It is crimson. The color of blood. The color of triumph," Tom said, proudly. Gellert's eyes widened and he titled his head as if in thought. Tom couldn't decipher what he was thinking and knew it was futile to try and access his mind. He would voice his opinions anyway.
"We could transfer the power to another person, I'm sure. She is too much of a liability, too drowned in the Light. We could never use her. She'll have to be eliminated, Tom. And I know you do not wish for her to die but it's all for the greater good," Gellert said, sounding earnest but in fact he wasn't. He looked calculating and cold and Tom gave him a look of cold fury. Gellert almost flinched. Almost.
"You will do no such thing. I will tell you again, Uncle. I will destroy you. I am much stronger than you could ever dream of being," Tom said, dangerously. Gellert waved his hand and nodded.
"Yes, yes, yes. Let's talk about targets now, my dear boy," Gellert said. Tom's eyes twitched. He didn't appreciate the nickname, nor did he like being dismissed and addressed as a child when he was already 65, no matter how young he looked.
"Don't call me that! You sound like Dumbledore and I haven't been a boy for 48 years," Tom snapped. He watched as Gellert's eyes softened when he mentioned Dumbledore. Tom made a sound of disgust in the back of this throat.
He heard the tragic tale of Dumbledore and Gellert and it always disgusted him. Not because they had been in love. Oh not that, though Tom couldn't see what was appealing about Dumbledore and his creepy twinkling eyes. It was the fact that Gellert had almost sacrificed everything he worked for, for the man. But he didn't and that was the point.
"Fine. Do you have a suggestion for a target?" demanded Gellert, impatiently. Tom could only smirk.
"How about two?"
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A/N: And thus ends Interlude I. So, it's time to pick a new quote for Part 2 of the story. The story is in seven parts and an epilogue. Seven parts because seven is the ultimate and most powerful, magically wise, number. See you next time! I think I have to think up a schedule for this…
Anyone want to beta me?
New A/N: I finished editing and revising Book 1 to the best of my ability. I'm finished with the first part of Inside My Mind. Thank God!