My Guardian Angel
By: Cassius de Lioncourt
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you would recognize, I only own the plot and some characters. By writing this, I am making no money off of it. Although I wouldn't mind owning Sevvie! ~.^
Summary: Snape has been a spy for the light for many years, then he is given a surprise from Voldemort. But what is significance to the surprise and what is Snape to do? AU
Rating: still PG (curse words and... stuff)
Genre: Drama/Action/Adventure (hopefully)
An/: Hey, I'm back with my second chapter. In this you peoples well see what Voldie wanted with ickle' Harry. Again, for all you slow and dimwitted people, this is AU!! Read the dang story and review. Sev will make an appearance later in the story, so hold your pants on. Still, I need you to vote/review for slash or no slash. I don't know what to choose 'cause I can't make decisions myself. I need help sorting my insane ideas that takes residence in my head. Okay Cassy, *smacks forehead* lets shut up now and start ruining lives -er- I mean... lets get on with the story. *looks around nervously*
An2/: Sorry if that whole, 'slow and dimwitted people' thing offended you. I just like speaking the truth. *quickly ducks a shoe aimed at her head* BTW, Aurguey's name is pronounced, "Ah-ur-gway".
My Guardian Angel
Chapter 2
July 30, 1994
The dark Lord Voldemort stalked down the hallways of his hidden manor. His very presence the source of evil. Voldemort, AKA Tom Riddle, looked to be in his mid-twenties; short black hair with deep crimson eyes complete with a set of cat-like pupils. To say that Voldemort was cute was an understatement. He was drop dead gorgeous! Literally. Voldemort had taken residence at this gigantic manor that was tucked away in the mountains of Transylvania (An/: isn't that so cliché?), two years ago. Voldemort had been attacked by the Ministry and had to retreat to this base. Yet Voldemort was steadily growing in power. In fact, when the Ministry had foolishly attacked him, they were pretty weak, but Voldemort didn't have enough Death Eaters fighting. The wizarding world had been in utter chaos and their so-called 'leader', Dumbledore, hadn't made things better. Yet the light side had refused to give surrender to Voldemort, so Voldemort was here planning.
Voldemort turned around a corner and came to a picture of a crimson snake crawling around a skeleton. The snake raised its head and stared at Voldemort and hissed, "Password?"
"Death upon the sinned." Voldemort hissed back in parseltongue. The portrait swung open at his command and Voldemort walked in the passageway that had lain behind it. The portrait only aloud parseltongue's inside. And if someone were, they would have to know the password too.
Ever since Voldemort had killed the Potter's, the whole wizarding community had been in uproar and that had led Voldemort to his new conquest last month. Voldemort's follower's had celebrated because this conquest was important. They had attacked a headquarters that was full of Dumbledore's spies and killed all but one. Voldemort had his right hand man, Severus Snape, administer the Veritaserum to the survivor and obtained information. Voldemort got out of him what Dumbledore was planning next and what least surprised Voldemort, that the entire wizarding world suspected that *all* of the Potter's were dead.
But that wasn't true. All but one of the Potter's been dead. The Potter boy had been kept away from all the wizarding world and Voldemort had came to visit the boy on his fourth birthday. Voldemort came to a great oak door that had extravagant carving of snakes in them. Voldemort hissed "open" and entered the room. Well speak of the devil.
"Uncle Volleyball!" (An/: I don't know much about children and speaking so bare w/me)
Voldemort sighed annoyingly at the childish name. A little boy around three-years-old with untidy black hair and vivid green eyes got up from his spot and ran toward Voldemort. Voldemort kneeled down and scooped up the boy who was currently hugging his neck to death. Who would have known that a three-year-old would have enough strength?
"Raven, honestly, we have to work on your speaking skills." Voldemort joked with the kid. When the child was first here, Voldemort had called him 'Raven' so as not to leak any information to the spies. But as time had progressed, Voldemort officially named him Raven.
Harry smiled and kissed Voldemort on the cheek. "I missed you Uncle!"
"Of course you did." Voldemort smiled. He looked around the room and just now noticed that someone else was in the room. It appeared to be just an ordinary 10-year-old girl, but the most amazing thing was the she had wings. They were folded up against her back but if they weren't they probably would have been bigger then her tiny form. The wings were a dull blackish-green, but when the light from the torches hit them just right, they would glow a vibrant green, just like Harry's eyes. Besides the wings, the little girl had chocolate brown hair and dark blue eyes. She was pale but well built for her age and she was sitting on her haunches, hands folded obediently in her lap. On her neck there was a metal collar with a silver hoop.
Voldemort glanced at her and she adverted her eyes downward.
"Master. We welcome you home. As young Raven said, we missed you." She spoke softly. Voldemort took a step forward and cupped his hand that wasn't holding Harry up around the girl's cheek.
"Look at me Aurguey." The girl, Aurguey, did so. Voldemort's crimson eyes flashed with adoration and a warm smile appeared on his normally expressionless face. "I have missed you too my child. Now..." Voldemort pulled Aurguey's face up, a sign to stand up, "Go tell the other's I have arrived and start on your exercises."
Aurguey nodded and just before she left, Aurguey enfolded her master in a tight hug. Voldemort smiled and ruffled her hair and she flew her way out the door. After the door was shut, Voldemort turned his attention to Harry. "What was Aurguey doing in your room young Raven?" He asked while setting Harry down on his tiny bed.
"Aurgy was just playing with me. I was bored an take care of me." Harry said and started to play with Voldemort's red robes. Voldemort looked down at Harry and just contemplated watching the boy amuse himself.
"Do you know it's your birthday tomorrow Raven?" Voldemort smiled slyly as Harry's eyes lit up.
"Presents!"
"Yes presents." Voldemort chuckled and tried to stop the overly happy boy from bouncing off the bed. "But you must calm down and go to sleep for them." Harry stopped bouncing and fell into the pillow and pretended to fall asleep.
"Eager aren't you?" Voldemort got up and pulled the covers over Harry and kissed him lightly on the forehead. "Good night Raven." The dark Lord left the room and locked the large oak doors. When he was gone, Harry smiled mischievously and crawled back under the warm and safe covers. Harry soon let sleep take claim him and fill his slumber full of dreams that had flashes of green light.
TBC
I got ta admit... THAT SUCKED! You may think Voldies ooc, but that's just how I pictured him around children. Especially ones he loves. NE wayz, read and review, flames are accepted. In the next chapter we find out who and what exactly Aurguey is and who the 'others' are.
~Cassius
By: Cassius de Lioncourt
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you would recognize, I only own the plot and some characters. By writing this, I am making no money off of it. Although I wouldn't mind owning Sevvie! ~.^
Summary: Snape has been a spy for the light for many years, then he is given a surprise from Voldemort. But what is significance to the surprise and what is Snape to do? AU
Rating: still PG (curse words and... stuff)
Genre: Drama/Action/Adventure (hopefully)
An/: Hey, I'm back with my second chapter. In this you peoples well see what Voldie wanted with ickle' Harry. Again, for all you slow and dimwitted people, this is AU!! Read the dang story and review. Sev will make an appearance later in the story, so hold your pants on. Still, I need you to vote/review for slash or no slash. I don't know what to choose 'cause I can't make decisions myself. I need help sorting my insane ideas that takes residence in my head. Okay Cassy, *smacks forehead* lets shut up now and start ruining lives -er- I mean... lets get on with the story. *looks around nervously*
An2/: Sorry if that whole, 'slow and dimwitted people' thing offended you. I just like speaking the truth. *quickly ducks a shoe aimed at her head* BTW, Aurguey's name is pronounced, "Ah-ur-gway".
My Guardian Angel
Chapter 2
July 30, 1994
The dark Lord Voldemort stalked down the hallways of his hidden manor. His very presence the source of evil. Voldemort, AKA Tom Riddle, looked to be in his mid-twenties; short black hair with deep crimson eyes complete with a set of cat-like pupils. To say that Voldemort was cute was an understatement. He was drop dead gorgeous! Literally. Voldemort had taken residence at this gigantic manor that was tucked away in the mountains of Transylvania (An/: isn't that so cliché?), two years ago. Voldemort had been attacked by the Ministry and had to retreat to this base. Yet Voldemort was steadily growing in power. In fact, when the Ministry had foolishly attacked him, they were pretty weak, but Voldemort didn't have enough Death Eaters fighting. The wizarding world had been in utter chaos and their so-called 'leader', Dumbledore, hadn't made things better. Yet the light side had refused to give surrender to Voldemort, so Voldemort was here planning.
Voldemort turned around a corner and came to a picture of a crimson snake crawling around a skeleton. The snake raised its head and stared at Voldemort and hissed, "Password?"
"Death upon the sinned." Voldemort hissed back in parseltongue. The portrait swung open at his command and Voldemort walked in the passageway that had lain behind it. The portrait only aloud parseltongue's inside. And if someone were, they would have to know the password too.
Ever since Voldemort had killed the Potter's, the whole wizarding community had been in uproar and that had led Voldemort to his new conquest last month. Voldemort's follower's had celebrated because this conquest was important. They had attacked a headquarters that was full of Dumbledore's spies and killed all but one. Voldemort had his right hand man, Severus Snape, administer the Veritaserum to the survivor and obtained information. Voldemort got out of him what Dumbledore was planning next and what least surprised Voldemort, that the entire wizarding world suspected that *all* of the Potter's were dead.
But that wasn't true. All but one of the Potter's been dead. The Potter boy had been kept away from all the wizarding world and Voldemort had came to visit the boy on his fourth birthday. Voldemort came to a great oak door that had extravagant carving of snakes in them. Voldemort hissed "open" and entered the room. Well speak of the devil.
"Uncle Volleyball!" (An/: I don't know much about children and speaking so bare w/me)
Voldemort sighed annoyingly at the childish name. A little boy around three-years-old with untidy black hair and vivid green eyes got up from his spot and ran toward Voldemort. Voldemort kneeled down and scooped up the boy who was currently hugging his neck to death. Who would have known that a three-year-old would have enough strength?
"Raven, honestly, we have to work on your speaking skills." Voldemort joked with the kid. When the child was first here, Voldemort had called him 'Raven' so as not to leak any information to the spies. But as time had progressed, Voldemort officially named him Raven.
Harry smiled and kissed Voldemort on the cheek. "I missed you Uncle!"
"Of course you did." Voldemort smiled. He looked around the room and just now noticed that someone else was in the room. It appeared to be just an ordinary 10-year-old girl, but the most amazing thing was the she had wings. They were folded up against her back but if they weren't they probably would have been bigger then her tiny form. The wings were a dull blackish-green, but when the light from the torches hit them just right, they would glow a vibrant green, just like Harry's eyes. Besides the wings, the little girl had chocolate brown hair and dark blue eyes. She was pale but well built for her age and she was sitting on her haunches, hands folded obediently in her lap. On her neck there was a metal collar with a silver hoop.
Voldemort glanced at her and she adverted her eyes downward.
"Master. We welcome you home. As young Raven said, we missed you." She spoke softly. Voldemort took a step forward and cupped his hand that wasn't holding Harry up around the girl's cheek.
"Look at me Aurguey." The girl, Aurguey, did so. Voldemort's crimson eyes flashed with adoration and a warm smile appeared on his normally expressionless face. "I have missed you too my child. Now..." Voldemort pulled Aurguey's face up, a sign to stand up, "Go tell the other's I have arrived and start on your exercises."
Aurguey nodded and just before she left, Aurguey enfolded her master in a tight hug. Voldemort smiled and ruffled her hair and she flew her way out the door. After the door was shut, Voldemort turned his attention to Harry. "What was Aurguey doing in your room young Raven?" He asked while setting Harry down on his tiny bed.
"Aurgy was just playing with me. I was bored an take care of me." Harry said and started to play with Voldemort's red robes. Voldemort looked down at Harry and just contemplated watching the boy amuse himself.
"Do you know it's your birthday tomorrow Raven?" Voldemort smiled slyly as Harry's eyes lit up.
"Presents!"
"Yes presents." Voldemort chuckled and tried to stop the overly happy boy from bouncing off the bed. "But you must calm down and go to sleep for them." Harry stopped bouncing and fell into the pillow and pretended to fall asleep.
"Eager aren't you?" Voldemort got up and pulled the covers over Harry and kissed him lightly on the forehead. "Good night Raven." The dark Lord left the room and locked the large oak doors. When he was gone, Harry smiled mischievously and crawled back under the warm and safe covers. Harry soon let sleep take claim him and fill his slumber full of dreams that had flashes of green light.
TBC
I got ta admit... THAT SUCKED! You may think Voldies ooc, but that's just how I pictured him around children. Especially ones he loves. NE wayz, read and review, flames are accepted. In the next chapter we find out who and what exactly Aurguey is and who the 'others' are.
~Cassius