She was begging him. Begging him for life. Her green eyes pleaded with him, tears pouring down her face.
He didn't hear any of it. He had stopped hearing the pleading of his victims many years before. It made it easier to kill them. The screams had become like the annoying buzz of a fly; irritating, and necessary to squash to get it to stop. He laughed, and the sound nearly broke the windows. Another day, another fly to kill...
He raised his wand, and calmly said the curse. She was dead before she hit the floor.
Then he turned to the baby, who was screaming nearly as loud as his mother. Another pair of green eyes stared up at him. He gasped suddenly at the shock that ran through his body at the sight of those eyes. Then he shook his head, clearing it. The prophecies were nonsense. This baby could never be the cause of his downfall, and love was such a bunch of bullshit. And if he killed it now, it could never hurt him....he lifted his wand, and with another laugh, said the curse.
Then...
Pain.
Intense, unspeakable pain.
Vaguely, he heard his screams split the air in half.
His head was splitting, and he was screaming in pain. All of a sudden, he realized how all his victims felt, when he blasted them.
The pain did not stop. It kept going, on and on, as he felt all his power being slowly sucked out of him. Sucked out by this tiny little baby with bright green eyes, crying loudly. But its cries could not be heard above his scream.
Slowly, the strength was sucked out of his body until it was only a heap on the floor. Then, very slowly, the pain intensified far more than he ever could have imagined. He tried to scream, but it didn't even come out as gasps. It was like a Silencing Charm and the Crucio Curse combined, only worse. He wished he could cry, or scream, just to express his pain, but he couldn't. He was being ripped from his body, ripped from his life, ripped from everything he had known on earth.
Then, abruptly as it had come, it ended. If he still had a body, he would have collapsed on the ground and lay there for days, maybe even years. But he could not. He could only exist; exist, and hope, and hope more, with everything he had left - which wasn't much - that someone would come and help him.
He pulled himself up, painful as it was; for he was still struggling to exist; and left the house. A little while later, he found himself in a deep, dense forest. As he lay on the ground, still forcing himself to stay alive, he searched his brain, for that he still had.
The cruelty was still there. He still wanted to become immortal. His goals were still there. Good...but was there more? He looked harder.
There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. He had nothing left, nothing to use to achieve all the goals he had left. He didn't have a wand, and even if he did he wouldn't be able to hold it. He would never become what he wanted to be if no one helped him, and no one would. They would all abandon him. He knew they would.
And then, in the middle of his deep despair, a snake slithered quietly past him. A tiny spark of an idea came to him. He focused all of his almost nonexistent strength on the snake, hoping desperately that it might work somehow.
Then, to his surprise, it did! He was inside the snake; he had possessed it. That was all the power he had left. He could posses the bodies others.
So that's what he would do. He would wait here, and possess animals, until one of his Death Eaters would find him. For he knew they would. They were his faithful followers...right?
With a sudden tremor that ran through the snake's body, he realized that love wasn't such a bunch of bullshit, after all. It had nearly killed him just now. The snake shook its head for no apparent reason. He had killed and manipulated many people because of their stupid love, and someday he would kill and manipulate many more for the same reason.
Someday.
Lord Voldemort settled himself in the body of the snake, and waited.
Red eyes opened to meet thick, dense darkness as Voldemort's mind slowly woke up. Many wizards would be surprised to find out that yes, Voldemort did sleep, but that was one of the disadvantages of having a body. Remembering his dream, Voldemort was still very glad he had a body...it wasn't worth the pain to not have one.
He was no longer struggling to stay alive...he was alive, and strong. His mind drifted back to the beginning of his dream, the murdering of James and Lily Potter. That had actually been fun, until he had tried to kill Harry...he had spent the rest of his life regretting that it hadn't worked. If only the kid would just DIE, already!! How much did it take?
Voldemort yawned widely. The muggle killings were beginning again tomorrow, and he needed a little rest before he would have the strength to do it. He closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
Okay, I know I took a very wild guess in saying Voldemort sleeps...ha, that just doesn't sound like him...but if you know for a fact that he doesn't, feel free to say something and I'll change it to a memory instead of a nightmare. I also know I said I wouldn't even TRY Voldemort....well, I lied :). This just hit me out of nowhere, I have no clue where it came from, and then it wrote itself. I hope you liked it!