((A/N: hey all'y'all! This next chapter is hopefully gonna be longer (your
welcome A-TALL-TREE ^_^ And it's from Rhiannon's POV. Don't hurt me; it's
not her fault!! So yeah. Oh yeah, and it's about a year prior to the rest
of the story))
I threw open the screen door to the house I shared with Lillith, or as she wanted me to call her, "Mum". The house frustrated me and made me claustrophobic, and the only respite I could glean was from the forest that surrounded Lillith's home. She always pestered me to call it home, but it just didn't feel right.
"I'm going out Lillith," I called over my shoulder.
"But-wait Rhiannon! I haven't finished speaking with you!" Lillith tried to call me back, but I ignored her and ran out. I ran until the stitch in my side toppled me and I landed on a pile of soft leaves. Lying there for a second, I closed my eyes and tried to regain my breath.
//Stupid Lillith, always trying to hold me back; restrain me. She should know better by now, it's not like I even care to listen to her. All she does is lecture me; I've stopped hearing it anyways. What does she have to lecture me about? I'm a straight A student in school, and it's all easy. Sure, I don't have any friends, but what does she care? I should be lecturing her! She never does anything but stay at home and complain.// I sighed and stood again, glancing around, trying to see where I had run to.
I had stopped in a small pocket in the middle of the tree-crowded forest. The ground was bare and obviously unhealthy, it was an odd color. The greenery stopped abruptly at the edge of the bare earth, and the remains anything that might have attempted to grow there were obvious on the ground, charred and very, very dead. I frowned, this was odd, I'd never come across this pocket, and I could have sworn that I'd explored every inch of this forest.
Raising my eyes from the ground, I saw in front of me a huge boulder, which looked like it had grown from the barren earth. I moved forward curiously, placing my hand on the stone, inspecting its contours. Suddenly, a bright light shone from the stone, blinding me. Trying to pull my hand away, I discovered that it was impossible and instead put my other hand up over my face. After what seemed like forever, the light faded and I dropped to the ground, struggling to see. When my vision cleared from the spots, I looked up and stared.
A tall, emaciated figure stood before me, cloaked in black, with narrow red eyes glowing at me from the hood. When he spoke, his voice sent shivers down my spine and I wanted to run and hide, yet at the same time, I wanted to lean forward, for his voice possessed an intense charisma to it that compelled me to listen,
"Rhiannon Aerbaine. I have been watching you. It seemssss to me that you have great potential." the figure hissed.
"P-potential, Great Lord?" I felt a sudden urge to bow to such an enigmatic force that had deigned to grace my presence.
"Yesssss.potential for greatnesssss," the figure continued, seemingly pleased by the title.
"Wha-what greatness, Lord?" I quavered, terrified yet engrossed nonetheless.
"A greatnesss beyond reckoning.a greatnesss that will make all lisssten to you Rhiannon." Now it spread its arms, as if speaking to a fascinated crowd of people, "Greatnesss that will be your legacy."
I leaned forward, wanting to hear more. All my life I had wanted to be known for something. As a young child, my most vivid memories were of being made fun of because of my eyes by the other orphanage children. One of my eyes was brown, and the other was blue. The children thought it was hilarious to think up songs to make fun of my mismatched eyes with. Since then, I had promised myself that I would make them see that I was worth something, despite my eyes.
"You could even." he looked straight at me for a moment, and I felt as if he could see right down to the bottom of my soul, "even.change your eye color that you have sssso much."
I stared. How did he-well supposing that it was a he anyway-know that? I had never told anyone about how much I hated my eyes. How could he find that out? Surely not.I thought about it for a moment then dismissed the thought of mind-reading. It was impossible, right?
"My Lord.how would I do this?" I inquired, curious.
"Have you not heard of magic?" he asked, his voice sounding almost incredulous.
"No Lord.I-I have not.forgive me," I felt as if I had done something terrible and deserved to be punished.
"Well.you have much to learn.but I can teach you all you need to know, to fulfill your purposssse."
"P-purpose, my Lord?" I blinked, confused. What purpose could he possibly have for me?
"Yess.an ultimate purpossse. Do you wish to pleassse me?"
"Yess-er yes Master, how can I do this?"
"I will teach you magic, and you will go to Hogwartsss Ssschool and find a boy named Harry Potter. You will be hisss friend.and then kill him. Do you underssstand?"
"Yes Master, I understand," I was eager to begin learning, it sounded fascinating, as it must have been, since this was my master telling me. And everything he said was obviously true.
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After that, every day after school, I went to the boulder and learned magic from my master. He taught me both charms, hexes, good and bad spells, saying that I would need to know as much, if not more, than the students at Hogwarts. He told me about the school, all about how horrible the headmaster was, what idiots the students were, and how pointless the school was. Learning from him was difficult, when I got something wrong, he hurt me, and his insults and spells were branded into my mind forever, but always he brought me back with that say charisma. And slowly, so I thought, I learned what I needed to learn.
I learned to hate Albus Dumbledore, hate him, and fear him. I learned how to defeat Harry Potter, how he was weak with his friends, keeping them closer than his enemies. I learned how to be strong when questioned, and lie without batting an eyelash. I learned everything that my master deemed I should know. And I learned it well.
Some weeks later, he gave me a name to call him by, and it was eternally burned into my memory like a scar. Voldemort.
((A/N: Wow correct me if I'm wrong, but I really like this chapter ^ ^. Review all'y'all!))
I threw open the screen door to the house I shared with Lillith, or as she wanted me to call her, "Mum". The house frustrated me and made me claustrophobic, and the only respite I could glean was from the forest that surrounded Lillith's home. She always pestered me to call it home, but it just didn't feel right.
"I'm going out Lillith," I called over my shoulder.
"But-wait Rhiannon! I haven't finished speaking with you!" Lillith tried to call me back, but I ignored her and ran out. I ran until the stitch in my side toppled me and I landed on a pile of soft leaves. Lying there for a second, I closed my eyes and tried to regain my breath.
//Stupid Lillith, always trying to hold me back; restrain me. She should know better by now, it's not like I even care to listen to her. All she does is lecture me; I've stopped hearing it anyways. What does she have to lecture me about? I'm a straight A student in school, and it's all easy. Sure, I don't have any friends, but what does she care? I should be lecturing her! She never does anything but stay at home and complain.// I sighed and stood again, glancing around, trying to see where I had run to.
I had stopped in a small pocket in the middle of the tree-crowded forest. The ground was bare and obviously unhealthy, it was an odd color. The greenery stopped abruptly at the edge of the bare earth, and the remains anything that might have attempted to grow there were obvious on the ground, charred and very, very dead. I frowned, this was odd, I'd never come across this pocket, and I could have sworn that I'd explored every inch of this forest.
Raising my eyes from the ground, I saw in front of me a huge boulder, which looked like it had grown from the barren earth. I moved forward curiously, placing my hand on the stone, inspecting its contours. Suddenly, a bright light shone from the stone, blinding me. Trying to pull my hand away, I discovered that it was impossible and instead put my other hand up over my face. After what seemed like forever, the light faded and I dropped to the ground, struggling to see. When my vision cleared from the spots, I looked up and stared.
A tall, emaciated figure stood before me, cloaked in black, with narrow red eyes glowing at me from the hood. When he spoke, his voice sent shivers down my spine and I wanted to run and hide, yet at the same time, I wanted to lean forward, for his voice possessed an intense charisma to it that compelled me to listen,
"Rhiannon Aerbaine. I have been watching you. It seemssss to me that you have great potential." the figure hissed.
"P-potential, Great Lord?" I felt a sudden urge to bow to such an enigmatic force that had deigned to grace my presence.
"Yesssss.potential for greatnesssss," the figure continued, seemingly pleased by the title.
"Wha-what greatness, Lord?" I quavered, terrified yet engrossed nonetheless.
"A greatnesss beyond reckoning.a greatnesss that will make all lisssten to you Rhiannon." Now it spread its arms, as if speaking to a fascinated crowd of people, "Greatnesss that will be your legacy."
I leaned forward, wanting to hear more. All my life I had wanted to be known for something. As a young child, my most vivid memories were of being made fun of because of my eyes by the other orphanage children. One of my eyes was brown, and the other was blue. The children thought it was hilarious to think up songs to make fun of my mismatched eyes with. Since then, I had promised myself that I would make them see that I was worth something, despite my eyes.
"You could even." he looked straight at me for a moment, and I felt as if he could see right down to the bottom of my soul, "even.change your eye color that you have sssso much."
I stared. How did he-well supposing that it was a he anyway-know that? I had never told anyone about how much I hated my eyes. How could he find that out? Surely not.I thought about it for a moment then dismissed the thought of mind-reading. It was impossible, right?
"My Lord.how would I do this?" I inquired, curious.
"Have you not heard of magic?" he asked, his voice sounding almost incredulous.
"No Lord.I-I have not.forgive me," I felt as if I had done something terrible and deserved to be punished.
"Well.you have much to learn.but I can teach you all you need to know, to fulfill your purposssse."
"P-purpose, my Lord?" I blinked, confused. What purpose could he possibly have for me?
"Yess.an ultimate purpossse. Do you wish to pleassse me?"
"Yess-er yes Master, how can I do this?"
"I will teach you magic, and you will go to Hogwartsss Ssschool and find a boy named Harry Potter. You will be hisss friend.and then kill him. Do you underssstand?"
"Yes Master, I understand," I was eager to begin learning, it sounded fascinating, as it must have been, since this was my master telling me. And everything he said was obviously true.
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After that, every day after school, I went to the boulder and learned magic from my master. He taught me both charms, hexes, good and bad spells, saying that I would need to know as much, if not more, than the students at Hogwarts. He told me about the school, all about how horrible the headmaster was, what idiots the students were, and how pointless the school was. Learning from him was difficult, when I got something wrong, he hurt me, and his insults and spells were branded into my mind forever, but always he brought me back with that say charisma. And slowly, so I thought, I learned what I needed to learn.
I learned to hate Albus Dumbledore, hate him, and fear him. I learned how to defeat Harry Potter, how he was weak with his friends, keeping them closer than his enemies. I learned how to be strong when questioned, and lie without batting an eyelash. I learned everything that my master deemed I should know. And I learned it well.
Some weeks later, he gave me a name to call him by, and it was eternally burned into my memory like a scar. Voldemort.
((A/N: Wow correct me if I'm wrong, but I really like this chapter ^ ^. Review all'y'all!))