TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE. THE STORY
CHAPTER 14
A whole year past and still, Voldemort hadn't found the Potters. He searched and searched but knew that Dumbledore had protected them well. He was soon on the verge of giving up before some good news came to him.
Wormtail came running into the meeting room where Voldemort was sitting at the head of the table, Nagini slithering on his shoulders.
"What is it, Pettigrew?" Voldemort questioned, sounding irritated. "What news could you POSSIBLY have?"
Wormtail smiled slightly and then went back to a serious expression as Voldemort glared at him.
"My lord," Wormtail began. "Dumbledore convinced the Potters to change me to their secret keeper. I know where they are."
Voldemort smiled a very large, uncharacteristic grin and stood up, not seeming to notice that Nagini had fallen onto the table.
"Yes!" Voldemort shouted. "Yes, it turns out even the great old man Albus Dumbledore can be tricked. Excellent work, Wormtail! Now, tell me where they are."
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The cool night air whipped around Voldemort as he descended onto the ground streets of Godrick's hollow. Children everywhere ran around in costumes, as it was Halloween. Voldemort felt disgusted as he looked at the little brats of muggles running around the neighborhood like fools, mocking the great world of magic with their costumes.
A small little child in a pumpkin suit came tearing up to Voldemort, who had his hood up, covering his face.
"Nice costume, sir," the little brat said.
Voldemort looked up slightly, showing the boy his face underneath with slits for nostrils with no nose, two red eyes, and pale moldy skin.
The boy's eyes lit up with fear as he turned and began to run off in the other direction.
With a smile on his face, Voldemort's hand closed around his wand beneath his dark cloak. The boy would never reach his mother.
But no, there were many witnesses and he had something important to do tonight.
He began to walk away to a small, quite, and empty collection of houses.
His eyes looked around until they came to the largest house which was at the end of the road.
As Wormtail, the secret keeper, had given Lord Voldemort the information he needed, he would now be perfectly capable of entering let alone seeing it.
He walked forward, almost able to taste the power he would soon have, the prophesized murderer to him would be gone and Lord Voldemort would have control over the world. With his left hand, Voldemort drew his white, bony wand. He opened the gate and passed through the yard.
Through the window, he could see shadows. A father using his wand to make smoke appear and laughing as baby Harry tried to grab it with his hands. A woman came in and made motions which might have meant that she was amused.
She picked up the baby boy and carried him out of the room, soon followed by her husband…who placed his wand on the nearby table.
The fool, Voldemort laughed in his mind.
The Dark Lord kept walking across the yard and stopped at the front door.
He pointed his wand at the door knob and muttered the spell.
It was perhaps, too powerful, as it blasted the door open wide so that it slammed into the wall, not leaving its hinge.
Voldemort smiled as Lily Evens screamed.
"Lily, it's him! TAKE HARRY AND RUN!" James Potter shouted at his wife.
She ran with Harry in her arms up the stairs.
Her husband, the foolish ass he was, ran up to Voldemort and put up his fist.
With a lazy flick of his wand, Voldemort blasted James aside in the green light.
"NO!" screamed Lily as she ran, sobbing, to a bedroom.
Voldemort took one more look at the dead body of James Potter and proceeded up the staircase.
The bedroom door had a light on inside and the Dark Lord could hear the woman bawling uncontrollably.
…
Meanwhile, elsewhere, a large ban of Death Eaters descended from the dark mark. They came over the large field of Wizards and Witches having a large get together.
Green flashes of light shot in all directions, hitting all guests as they ran, trying hopelessly to escape.
The Death Eaters laughed as Bellatrix Lestrange lifted ten children in the air with her wand and began to curse them. She giggled as she listened to their petty screams.
…
Voldemort pointed his wand at the door and blew it off of the doorframe and onto the floor.
Lily screeched and dropped her son into his crib.
She tried to shield him with her arms and screamed
"Not Harry! No, not Harry! PLEASE!"
"Step aside silly girl!" Voldemort yelled.
"Not Harry! No, I beg you!"
She continued to scream and Voldemort shouted that she could live if she let him pass. However, she stood her ground, looking extremely horrified. Tears streamed down her cheeks as Voldemort laughed.
He raised his wand and cast the spell he was so familiar with.
"AVADA KADAVRA!" he cursed.
A green bolt of lightning shot at Lily and sent her, screaming, onto the floor. She lay there; her eyes wide open with terror, dead.
Lord Voldemort walked to the crib and pointed his wand at the baby who stood and saw the face beneath the hood.
Maybe the child had thought it was his father making pretty light and that his mother would rise again, laughing on this 'cheerful' Halloween.
However, she did not rise. The face under the large hood was not that of Harry Potter's father. It was the moldy, misshapen, red eyed, look of the Dark Lord Voldemort.
Slowly, Harry's eyes squinted and his mouth moved into the biggest saddest gaze a one year old could make. He began to wail and cry as hard as his mother.
Voldemort winced as he raised his wand, preparing to kill a one year old boy for the first time.
He could not stand the sound of an infant's crying. He had heard that noise many times back at the orphanage and he could not listen to it. It brought back so many memories.
He looked up and saw, in his mind, a little Tom Marvolo Riddle sitting on a bed, hugging his knees.
The scene flashed to several older teenage boys beating upon a ten year old Riddle, who was crying, wailing. The scene flashed again to an older girl who had always helped Tom through these times; the only muggle he had ever felt affection for. Once again, the scene changed to him screaming with anger, hearing the news of how she had been shot and killed in the city.
He looked down and saw baby Harry Potter crying and screeching.
"YOU DAMNED MUGGLES!" Voldemort shrieked to the world.
He raised the wand higher.
"AVADA-," he started. "-KADAVRA!"
A large green jet of light shot out of his wand and shot forward to Harry…and hit an invisible boundary.
It turned completely, leaving a lightning shaped scar on the baby's forehead, and the green light shot at Lord Voldemort.
It blasted into his chest and he looked down at his body. At the speed of light, his human body dissolved into nothingness and he remembered Slughorn's words.
"Who would choose such and existence?"
All he knew was pain now; he was neither dead nor living. Because of his many horcruxes, he wouldn't be able to die…but he wouldn't be able to live.
Nothing but a mere phantom, he began to move away from the house, which began burning and collapsing around him.
He soared out of the window and screamed as loud as he could, sounding like nothing but a whisper to any normal person.
He knew that he was finished, he had lost. He had to get away and so he did. He moved away from the crumpling household and wailed inaudibly, doomed to an insignificant existence, which Hell itself would have been more comfortable and merciful than.
He could do not magic, communicate with no other Death Eater, and he most certainly couldn't find a way to save himself. He would roam like this forever; God's own special way of condemning a man more sinister than the devil, more powerful than Hitler. Lord Voldemort, the great and power driven Dark Lord…was finished.