The Shadow of Lord Voldemort
By: Princess Ashley
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Chapter 2: Things go without saying
The quickening footsteps tapped along the marble halls in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the mans long black cap fluttering behind him, and his greasy black hair was actually falling out of place from the usual mat with a slight curl at the neck of it. Severus Snape was in a hurry for something. He was headed toward Dumbledore's office.
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"I don't understand you, Severus. Slow down a bit, you look like you've seen a ghost. Lemon drop?" Albus Dumbledore asked.
Snape shooed the lemon drop away from his flushed face, tired from running from the forest's end, which was where Voldemort had so cleverly hid his base. What he had seen and heard from Voldemort as he latterly broke Harry bold emotionally and physically had shook him completely. The ministry had to know that Voldemort had Harry. But then the questions of how he knew would surely rise from all the commotion that was going on about Voldemort and Triwizard Tournament that the Ministry as well a Fudge himself had already denied countless of times.
"Professor, Voldemort has Harry, and I don't know what he is going to go with him." That was a lie, he knew very well of what Voldemort was trying to convince Harry of, and he had a strange feeling that Harry knew as well, which was just coming to him now. But he couldn't tell Dumbledore that, though the man was reasonable, he still had a few issues he had to deal with already, and the last thing he needed was for someone to find out that Harry Potter was merely a creation of Voldemort. He couldn't risk it.
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, and the anger showed through even the slits that his eyes had become. "How could you let this happen?" He asked, calmly, but his voice was a warning to all who crossed him in his current state.
"I didn't. I was watching Voldemort's every action; you've got to believe me. But he must have slipped something before I even went back to him. I didn't hear a word uttered about kidnapping Harry. Just business as usual, just like before I left them. He seemed lenient enough to let me back with them, but I know he still doesn't completely trust me." Snape explained, though he half expected Dumbledore to overlook the certain loopholes he left in his brief setting.
"We must find out what Voldemort's up to. You stay there, make sure nothing happens to Harry, but don't be obvious that you're trying to protect the child. Just make sure he is safe until I can come up with something. That will be all. Please leave, I need to gather my thoughts." And with that, the great Albus Dumbledore turned in his chair to face the window behind him, and looked out in a daze, as if trying to find something that was not there.
Snape left without another word. He didn't need another telling off. He walked down the hall, and after a few minutes, he left to his dungeon to prepare for the year coming up. Then another question rose in his mind: What would the other students think if they told them Harry wasn't going to be there this year?
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A silver clock on a short chain encircled his throat, like a choker would. He was wearing nothing but black, he had on a leather suit, and the there was no white or any other color except for the silver chain around his neck an his now pale skin that resembled the cold and blank environment he had been concealed in. He looked on in the sky that only showed nighttime in his world.
Now that he was on the dark side, everything around him was dark; he had the pale skin that was trademark of both Voldemort and the Death Eaters. He flinched at the sight of a bright color. He wore no mark on his arms, he did not wear a long cape like robe, and he never wore a hood. He was dead on his feet. His skin and the two sharp teeth on either side of his middle teeth could have made him pass for a vampire, he certainly had the perfection of a vampire. His glasses were gone, Voldemort had told him that they were just a cover considering that his 'father' wore glasses and it would only fit the situation.
In fact, Voldemort had told him many things about his life. That fact that he really was just the image of the person that died when he was 1 ½ had left a lot of loopholes. If he was just an image, how was it that he thought and even acted like his father if he was just Voldemort's shadow? He had asked this question many times. But Voldemort, or, now he called him 'dark sovereign', had always changed the subject. He had already given him a mission, which he uttered to not a living soul. He was behind Voldemort wherever the man went. Either that or he stayed and kept all the other death eaters in line, naming Lucius Malfoy. He had not seen or heard from Ron or Hermione. Had the press heard something? That he was now on the dark side? He had hoped not. In fact, he almost hoped that they had forgotten about them. And that he could forget them, so he wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone he had to that was trying to kill his master, 'cause of course if they succeeded, he would be dead as well. For a moment he was almost happy at the thought that they were going to get rid of Fudge first. Then he nearly jumped his skin when he found that he would have to kill Dumbledore, which was his mission as soon as Voldemort gave the word. He would have to show up at Hogwarts and kill Dumbledore right then and there. But there was something else; the man that had kidnapped him was at his aunt and uncle's house pretending to be him. Another Harry would show up, that would raise confusion, but if Harry didn't kill Dumbledore, Dumbledore would surely kill him.
'Oh the life of Harry Potter is turned out to be quite a page turner, don't you think?' A voice rang in his head. There it was again. Voldemort's mind boggling voice came through clear in his head.
'Oh yeah, top seller if I ever choose to publish my life story in a book before this is over.' He said, irritated. His mind was open for Voldemort to counter and control. The feeling left him with an exposed and gullible thought.
'That could be arranged. If I ever get done with you, which would not be happening any time soon, maybe I'll let you go free and have your own life. The keyword is 'if'.
'How could I be free knowing that I'm just the immortal projection of you. If I'm just the 'shadow' of you, I'm not likely going to die, unless someone kills me, and with that you will show no remorse.' He said, bitterly.
'True, well, I guess there would be a few seconds where I would be just, inconsolable. I would miss having you around to talk to. There is a few things that I don't like about you, Potter, but other than that, you are a very good listener. Even if you are just an experiment I did after the real Harry Potter died.'
'I am Harry Potter. I am not just a creation you made. I had a past, a present, and if I'm lucky a future. That makes me as human as anyone else.'
'Also true. But at least some people have a complete timeline laid out for them. Like Dumbledore. He has a past, present and future, and his future is to die in the hand of you, Harry Potter. The one all these people spent their whole lives protecting was really just destined to leave them in end anyway.' Harry could hear Voldemort chuckle a bit, high pitched and bitter.
'I didn't leave them; I was taken away from them. There is another person being me so it would be like I never left. At least this way the only who gets hurt is the one who is destined to get hurt. But he doesn't even deserve to die.'
'Get over it Harry. People who deserve to live die and those who deserve to die live everyday. It's just how the world works. That's why most pray to become immortal so they can go on minding their own business instead of worrying about being killed in the world today. They just hope they can get on with their lives and never have to worry about having to deal with such disturbances that mortals face everyday.'
'Leave me alone! That was not the same fate my parents had and you know it! You're just trying to make me give it up but I will never give up my hope for them! They are the reason I'm alive and there is no way you can ever make me forget that!' Harry tried to block his mind but Voldemort's control over him was just getting stronger every time he spoke to him.
'I'll leave you alone then. But there will be a day when the whole world takes their breeders for granted. Just like your pitied little cousin who yells at his parents because he didn't have as much presents as last year when you don't get any presents at all throughout your life. The future is now, Harry James Potter, and soon everyone will give up just like your parents did. They couldn't fight so they confided in you to defeat me so they wouldn't have to worry about it. Now look at you, my servant, and you can bet that is not what they had in mind. You think about my words and get your rest, your mission is to be carried out on September 20, and you'd best be ready, 'cause I want to enjoy seeing Albus Dumbledore die in the hands of the boy he used to trust.' Voldemort's laughs faded in his mind, and Harry pounded his fists on the ice-cold ground.
'That's just what he was going for. I have to kill Dumbledore in front of the whole school, in front of my friends. I wonder what the other things that man had planned before he decided he just wants to get things over with and take everything over already and just leave the innocents alone.' Harry thought again, but he wasn't talking to anyone but himself, but he knew the man was listening to his every thought. He wanted to make sure Harry stayed loyal, and even though Harry didn't want to admit it, Voldemort was his only chance for survival, but did he really want to give everything up just to keep his life?
*****
Poor Harry, we'll get to the man at Hogwarts soon, so you'll see what suspicions rise with the new personality Harry acquired over the summer. See you!
~mo
By: Princess Ashley
Thankies for you reviews! Here is the next chapter!!! Hope ya'll enjoy!
Chapter 2: Things go without saying
The quickening footsteps tapped along the marble halls in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the mans long black cap fluttering behind him, and his greasy black hair was actually falling out of place from the usual mat with a slight curl at the neck of it. Severus Snape was in a hurry for something. He was headed toward Dumbledore's office.
***
"I don't understand you, Severus. Slow down a bit, you look like you've seen a ghost. Lemon drop?" Albus Dumbledore asked.
Snape shooed the lemon drop away from his flushed face, tired from running from the forest's end, which was where Voldemort had so cleverly hid his base. What he had seen and heard from Voldemort as he latterly broke Harry bold emotionally and physically had shook him completely. The ministry had to know that Voldemort had Harry. But then the questions of how he knew would surely rise from all the commotion that was going on about Voldemort and Triwizard Tournament that the Ministry as well a Fudge himself had already denied countless of times.
"Professor, Voldemort has Harry, and I don't know what he is going to go with him." That was a lie, he knew very well of what Voldemort was trying to convince Harry of, and he had a strange feeling that Harry knew as well, which was just coming to him now. But he couldn't tell Dumbledore that, though the man was reasonable, he still had a few issues he had to deal with already, and the last thing he needed was for someone to find out that Harry Potter was merely a creation of Voldemort. He couldn't risk it.
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, and the anger showed through even the slits that his eyes had become. "How could you let this happen?" He asked, calmly, but his voice was a warning to all who crossed him in his current state.
"I didn't. I was watching Voldemort's every action; you've got to believe me. But he must have slipped something before I even went back to him. I didn't hear a word uttered about kidnapping Harry. Just business as usual, just like before I left them. He seemed lenient enough to let me back with them, but I know he still doesn't completely trust me." Snape explained, though he half expected Dumbledore to overlook the certain loopholes he left in his brief setting.
"We must find out what Voldemort's up to. You stay there, make sure nothing happens to Harry, but don't be obvious that you're trying to protect the child. Just make sure he is safe until I can come up with something. That will be all. Please leave, I need to gather my thoughts." And with that, the great Albus Dumbledore turned in his chair to face the window behind him, and looked out in a daze, as if trying to find something that was not there.
Snape left without another word. He didn't need another telling off. He walked down the hall, and after a few minutes, he left to his dungeon to prepare for the year coming up. Then another question rose in his mind: What would the other students think if they told them Harry wasn't going to be there this year?
***
A silver clock on a short chain encircled his throat, like a choker would. He was wearing nothing but black, he had on a leather suit, and the there was no white or any other color except for the silver chain around his neck an his now pale skin that resembled the cold and blank environment he had been concealed in. He looked on in the sky that only showed nighttime in his world.
Now that he was on the dark side, everything around him was dark; he had the pale skin that was trademark of both Voldemort and the Death Eaters. He flinched at the sight of a bright color. He wore no mark on his arms, he did not wear a long cape like robe, and he never wore a hood. He was dead on his feet. His skin and the two sharp teeth on either side of his middle teeth could have made him pass for a vampire, he certainly had the perfection of a vampire. His glasses were gone, Voldemort had told him that they were just a cover considering that his 'father' wore glasses and it would only fit the situation.
In fact, Voldemort had told him many things about his life. That fact that he really was just the image of the person that died when he was 1 ½ had left a lot of loopholes. If he was just an image, how was it that he thought and even acted like his father if he was just Voldemort's shadow? He had asked this question many times. But Voldemort, or, now he called him 'dark sovereign', had always changed the subject. He had already given him a mission, which he uttered to not a living soul. He was behind Voldemort wherever the man went. Either that or he stayed and kept all the other death eaters in line, naming Lucius Malfoy. He had not seen or heard from Ron or Hermione. Had the press heard something? That he was now on the dark side? He had hoped not. In fact, he almost hoped that they had forgotten about them. And that he could forget them, so he wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone he had to that was trying to kill his master, 'cause of course if they succeeded, he would be dead as well. For a moment he was almost happy at the thought that they were going to get rid of Fudge first. Then he nearly jumped his skin when he found that he would have to kill Dumbledore, which was his mission as soon as Voldemort gave the word. He would have to show up at Hogwarts and kill Dumbledore right then and there. But there was something else; the man that had kidnapped him was at his aunt and uncle's house pretending to be him. Another Harry would show up, that would raise confusion, but if Harry didn't kill Dumbledore, Dumbledore would surely kill him.
'Oh the life of Harry Potter is turned out to be quite a page turner, don't you think?' A voice rang in his head. There it was again. Voldemort's mind boggling voice came through clear in his head.
'Oh yeah, top seller if I ever choose to publish my life story in a book before this is over.' He said, irritated. His mind was open for Voldemort to counter and control. The feeling left him with an exposed and gullible thought.
'That could be arranged. If I ever get done with you, which would not be happening any time soon, maybe I'll let you go free and have your own life. The keyword is 'if'.
'How could I be free knowing that I'm just the immortal projection of you. If I'm just the 'shadow' of you, I'm not likely going to die, unless someone kills me, and with that you will show no remorse.' He said, bitterly.
'True, well, I guess there would be a few seconds where I would be just, inconsolable. I would miss having you around to talk to. There is a few things that I don't like about you, Potter, but other than that, you are a very good listener. Even if you are just an experiment I did after the real Harry Potter died.'
'I am Harry Potter. I am not just a creation you made. I had a past, a present, and if I'm lucky a future. That makes me as human as anyone else.'
'Also true. But at least some people have a complete timeline laid out for them. Like Dumbledore. He has a past, present and future, and his future is to die in the hand of you, Harry Potter. The one all these people spent their whole lives protecting was really just destined to leave them in end anyway.' Harry could hear Voldemort chuckle a bit, high pitched and bitter.
'I didn't leave them; I was taken away from them. There is another person being me so it would be like I never left. At least this way the only who gets hurt is the one who is destined to get hurt. But he doesn't even deserve to die.'
'Get over it Harry. People who deserve to live die and those who deserve to die live everyday. It's just how the world works. That's why most pray to become immortal so they can go on minding their own business instead of worrying about being killed in the world today. They just hope they can get on with their lives and never have to worry about having to deal with such disturbances that mortals face everyday.'
'Leave me alone! That was not the same fate my parents had and you know it! You're just trying to make me give it up but I will never give up my hope for them! They are the reason I'm alive and there is no way you can ever make me forget that!' Harry tried to block his mind but Voldemort's control over him was just getting stronger every time he spoke to him.
'I'll leave you alone then. But there will be a day when the whole world takes their breeders for granted. Just like your pitied little cousin who yells at his parents because he didn't have as much presents as last year when you don't get any presents at all throughout your life. The future is now, Harry James Potter, and soon everyone will give up just like your parents did. They couldn't fight so they confided in you to defeat me so they wouldn't have to worry about it. Now look at you, my servant, and you can bet that is not what they had in mind. You think about my words and get your rest, your mission is to be carried out on September 20, and you'd best be ready, 'cause I want to enjoy seeing Albus Dumbledore die in the hands of the boy he used to trust.' Voldemort's laughs faded in his mind, and Harry pounded his fists on the ice-cold ground.
'That's just what he was going for. I have to kill Dumbledore in front of the whole school, in front of my friends. I wonder what the other things that man had planned before he decided he just wants to get things over with and take everything over already and just leave the innocents alone.' Harry thought again, but he wasn't talking to anyone but himself, but he knew the man was listening to his every thought. He wanted to make sure Harry stayed loyal, and even though Harry didn't want to admit it, Voldemort was his only chance for survival, but did he really want to give everything up just to keep his life?
*****
Poor Harry, we'll get to the man at Hogwarts soon, so you'll see what suspicions rise with the new personality Harry acquired over the summer. See you!
~mo