Chapter II
The Past Revealed
He sat within the stone walls of his fortress pondering the days to come and the days passed. There was so much to think of, he soon concluded, and so much to remember. . . .
Hogwarts, 17 years previous, was the home he had grown to love and loathe. It was the only place for him to be, but only from lack of options. His mother had been killed by his father, who had *mysteriously* vanished as well. He laughed at the thought. All muggles, he concluded, should bear the same fate his father had- it was only right.
Mudbloods were a different story, for he, too, was born from the semen of a muggle and in the womb of a witch. They could not help their natural birth, but that didn't mean that muggles were excluded from his wrath. He would rule the world someday! He felt his blood boil from the excitement of excavating the world of muggles and muggle-borns.
Then he thought upon a lost love. He cared for her more than his own mother at times. The smile she threw at him everyday when others only scowled was a constant reminder of her inner beauty and strength. Her long red hair flowed beautifully in the wind and her green eyes constantly flashed at him from across the room.
As he recalled the constant flirting his wrath bore and he threw a nearby tray across the room, shattering a window. His thoughts returned to his past. . . .
She was a Gryffindor, he was a Slytheran. Naturally it was only right for the two of them to loathe one another, but he felt such a strong connection with her that he found it difficult to sleep at night. However, he soon noticed that another was stricken with the same plague as he was.
A Gryffindor, and not just any Gryffindor, the Quidditch Seeker. The Gryffindor wasn't even as attractive as himself, but was apparently the one this woman chose. He assumed they had premarital sex because after they graduated they were married, found a house, and she bore a child within a few short months. This child . . . Harry Potter.
-The very name disturbed him. All of these years he had spent trying to destroy this devious little boy, but to no avail. Soon, he thought to himself, I will have revenge. . . Soon, Harry Potter will be no more!-
After graduation Tom decided to apply for the Defense Against the Dark Arts possition at Hogwarts. Shortly after that he would move on to achieve his life long goal of ridding the world of filthy muggles everywhere!
First and foremost, however, he needed to find trustworthy followers who would accompany him in his revolution. He rounded up some friends from his school days who were more than willing to help him in his cause.
Later, he found himself in the presence of Professor Trelawny. He had profound respect for the witch and needed her to tell him of what was to become of his escapades.
The witch, he vaguely recalled, said, "In the goal you have set for yourself you will find that a lost love will come to stop you, and succeed she will. Unless drastic measures are taken, your plans will end before they've even begun."
Shocked by even this knowledge, he went so far as to ask her what his plans were.
"You wish to destroy muggles entirely, as a revenge for the death of your mother," her eyes were white as her hands revolved around her crystal ball hanging in mid-air. "You wish to destroy muggles entirely, so that not another mudblood will have to fare the same fate as you. . . . you wish to marry Lily Potter, but she does not want you. . . . you wish to kill the Potters . . . . you wish to destroy mudbloods entirely . . . . you wish for me to cease . . . . youb wish to put a memory charm on me-"
At that moment she had correctly predicted his entire thoughts. Unfortunately, for the old bat, her memory and ability to tap into the divine powers were never the same.
Dumbledore, however, was far too wise to not be accounted for. He came out of the shadows after Tom had left Trelawny and took her to the Hospital Wing to recover. He knew Tom's plans and would not allow them to succeed. Before he dealt with Tom, he wanted to make entirely sure that Lily, James, and Harry would be safe. He put a cloaking charm on them and their home, leaving Sirius- Harry's godfather- as their safekeeper. This, he thought, would slow down Tom's plans for a bit longer so that he could work to stop him, to help him understand.
But Tom didn't want to understand anything the old man wanted to say. It was at that moment that he was gathering his followers. They had all been branded with the Dark Mark he had taken the liberty of creating, and were at his becking call.
"My new name," he announced to his followers and friends, "is to be Tom Riddle no longer! I will not bear the same horrid name as my muggle father. From now on you will all address me as Lord Voldemort or taste my wrath!"
There was a simultaneous bow of, "Yes, my Lord Voldemort."
They parted for the night. Dumbledore found him in his dormitory at Hogwarts. This would be a long conversation, he thought to himself as the headmaster allowed himself in and revealed an authoritative side that chilled even this dark lord to his bones.
"I know what you're doing and I will not let you succeed!" Dumbledore said bluntly, which was completely out of character. "Life and death are not for you to decide. They are beyond our control-"
"Then how is it so easy to deal them out?" he hissed.
Dumbledore's eyes pierced him ominously, "Killing someone is not beyond any person's power. It takes the stronger person to live with another's faults than to so easily dismiss them by ridding the world of that person entirely.
"What your father did was inexcusable. You've already punished him for that, but do you honestly believe that everyone else deserves to die as the result of one man . . . by the hand of one man? Is that fair?"
Fair? Fair! Was it fair that a poor woman was left alone to bear a child just because she was a witch? His father had killed her for what she was and Voldemort killed him for what he'd done. Was it fair? No. But nothing in life ever is, he thought to himself. All of human existance was a waste of space.
The world was created, and along with it came lush trees and grasses, flowers and ferns. Animals made homes out of their environment and lived fairly peacefully with one another. Then came humans. The horrid, scum- sucking varmits deserved nothing but death. We are parasites, he thought, living off of the land and destroying anywhere we inhabit. We kill one another ruthlessly and without reason. Is that fair? NO! HELL no! That is why he felt it was his job to rid the world of these parasites, and he would not let anyone stand in his way. Not even Dumbledore. . .
"I quit. I'm leaving now," was all he said to him. He did have respect for the old man, but only because Dumbledore had stopped Voldemort's father from killing him off as an infant.
He summoned his belongings into his trunk quickly and they followed him out the door. Before he was out of the glare of the headmaster the old man said silently, "Don't do anything that will make me regret what I've done for you. . . ."
Voldemort left the school. He made his home in the Forbidden Forest and quickly thought of how to go about his plans for world domination. First and foremost, he knew he had to rid the world of the Potters. The thought of destroying Lily disturbed him, but he knew it had to be done.
His thoughts were quickly disturbed as one of his followers, Wormtail, found him in the forest.
"My Lord," he bowed.
"Yes," Voldemort responded in a drawling, irritated voice.
"I know of the whereabouts of the Potters."
Finally, he smiled to himself. He could rid the world of the Potters and of muggles everywhere from that point forward.
The wise words of Dumbledore still haunted him, but he threw them aside as his faithful follower betrayed his friends, led him to the Potters home, and revealed the home to him. Some safekeeper, Voldemort smirked as he entered the home. . . .
The details of their undoing bored Voldemort to his core. Quickly images of the scene flooded his mind. Finally, they came upon the young Harry Potter. He did not know how significant this boy could be to his unmaking, but nevertheless proceeded in his attempt to destroy the entire line of Potters. Yet something about this boy was more of a challenge than his fully grown parents. The spell rebounded on Harry and fell upon its caster.
This one incident would plague him for the next 14 years. Voldemort and his followers had caused enough havoc for his name to be feared above all others. He took great delight in this. He patiently awaited the day he would be able to seek revenge on Harry and any heirs he may bear.
Yet as the numerous oppurtunities passed him by Voldemort felt the sense of mortality slowly dwelling upon him. He decided it was time for him to perhaps have a child of his own. A child which would be just as feared as he, if not more. He needed to set precautions for this unconcieved boy of his. Anyone would happily destroy any son bore of the dark Lord Voldemort. He needed reassurement.
How could he have a son without the fear of another wizard, such as Harry Potter, destroying him? Harry has grown very strong over the years, he recalled, and could face Voldemort one on one for atleast 20 minutes before he'd inevitable fail. He needed someone close to Harry to share the glories of having a child. Someone that Harry would never dream of destroying the child of, therefore no other wizard would ponder the thought. Of course, for reassurement beyond this point he would have to destroy the girl, so that his heir was the only heir of this sacrificial mother as well. Voldemort smiled at his cleverness.
Immediately, the bushy-haired girl who followed Harry and his red- headed friend everywhere, he decided would be most acceptable for this task.
She was easily tracked down. Voldemort ordered Wormtail to accompany him. The dark lord told his servant only that, "I need the girl. When I tell you you are to stun her and we will be on our way back here."
"Yes, my Lord."
Outside of her home, they waited in the bushes. Voldemort was pondering of when to break into her house to kidnap her just as the door opened and a sobbing Hermione walked out. She walked for well past an hour, speaking to no one, and staring blankly at the world around her. Once her gaze fell close to them, but quickly reverted to the full moon in the sky. Finally, Voldemort decided, it was time to sneak up on her.
Dawned with a cloaking spell, the two of them made their was across the lawn and crept up on Hermione.
"Master," Wormtail's voice trembled.
"Silence!"
"But sir, are you sure this is such a good idea-"
"Shut up!" Voldemort hissed.
"Of course, my Lord, . . . but Miss Granger is rather intelligent and- "
"Shut-"
"Lumos!" they heard Hermione whisper. She was less than two metres away. She looked around suspiciously. The party had stopped moving and Voldemort chose now as the moment to strike.
"Now!" he cried.
Wormtail darted forward and shouted, "Petrificus totalus!"
Hermione was frozen in mid-air. Before she fell Voldemort swished his wand and brought her close to him. Her eyes were filled with fright as he removed the cloaking charm and revealed a malicious smile.
"Let's go home" he called to Wormtail.
***Authors Note*** Thanks goes to all of you for your flattering reviews. They're so encouraging ^_^ Okay... I know it went pretty fast, but I hope you like it as well as the first chapter. Just for all of my readers and reviewers: this fan fic is going to be unlike any you have read. Some of you may like it, others won't. That fact alone is inevitable with everything in life. I know how this is going to end- though my options are open. I'm considering many things, but I have a basic idea. This isn't a sappy Romance where you wonder who is going to *snog* with whom and when; there is NO (planned at this moment, that is) *snogging*. If that doesn't interest any of my readers, then I suggest you read something else. But thanks for reading this load of crap, lol, j/k ^_^
He sat within the stone walls of his fortress pondering the days to come and the days passed. There was so much to think of, he soon concluded, and so much to remember. . . .
Hogwarts, 17 years previous, was the home he had grown to love and loathe. It was the only place for him to be, but only from lack of options. His mother had been killed by his father, who had *mysteriously* vanished as well. He laughed at the thought. All muggles, he concluded, should bear the same fate his father had- it was only right.
Mudbloods were a different story, for he, too, was born from the semen of a muggle and in the womb of a witch. They could not help their natural birth, but that didn't mean that muggles were excluded from his wrath. He would rule the world someday! He felt his blood boil from the excitement of excavating the world of muggles and muggle-borns.
Then he thought upon a lost love. He cared for her more than his own mother at times. The smile she threw at him everyday when others only scowled was a constant reminder of her inner beauty and strength. Her long red hair flowed beautifully in the wind and her green eyes constantly flashed at him from across the room.
As he recalled the constant flirting his wrath bore and he threw a nearby tray across the room, shattering a window. His thoughts returned to his past. . . .
She was a Gryffindor, he was a Slytheran. Naturally it was only right for the two of them to loathe one another, but he felt such a strong connection with her that he found it difficult to sleep at night. However, he soon noticed that another was stricken with the same plague as he was.
A Gryffindor, and not just any Gryffindor, the Quidditch Seeker. The Gryffindor wasn't even as attractive as himself, but was apparently the one this woman chose. He assumed they had premarital sex because after they graduated they were married, found a house, and she bore a child within a few short months. This child . . . Harry Potter.
-The very name disturbed him. All of these years he had spent trying to destroy this devious little boy, but to no avail. Soon, he thought to himself, I will have revenge. . . Soon, Harry Potter will be no more!-
After graduation Tom decided to apply for the Defense Against the Dark Arts possition at Hogwarts. Shortly after that he would move on to achieve his life long goal of ridding the world of filthy muggles everywhere!
First and foremost, however, he needed to find trustworthy followers who would accompany him in his revolution. He rounded up some friends from his school days who were more than willing to help him in his cause.
Later, he found himself in the presence of Professor Trelawny. He had profound respect for the witch and needed her to tell him of what was to become of his escapades.
The witch, he vaguely recalled, said, "In the goal you have set for yourself you will find that a lost love will come to stop you, and succeed she will. Unless drastic measures are taken, your plans will end before they've even begun."
Shocked by even this knowledge, he went so far as to ask her what his plans were.
"You wish to destroy muggles entirely, as a revenge for the death of your mother," her eyes were white as her hands revolved around her crystal ball hanging in mid-air. "You wish to destroy muggles entirely, so that not another mudblood will have to fare the same fate as you. . . . you wish to marry Lily Potter, but she does not want you. . . . you wish to kill the Potters . . . . you wish to destroy mudbloods entirely . . . . you wish for me to cease . . . . youb wish to put a memory charm on me-"
At that moment she had correctly predicted his entire thoughts. Unfortunately, for the old bat, her memory and ability to tap into the divine powers were never the same.
Dumbledore, however, was far too wise to not be accounted for. He came out of the shadows after Tom had left Trelawny and took her to the Hospital Wing to recover. He knew Tom's plans and would not allow them to succeed. Before he dealt with Tom, he wanted to make entirely sure that Lily, James, and Harry would be safe. He put a cloaking charm on them and their home, leaving Sirius- Harry's godfather- as their safekeeper. This, he thought, would slow down Tom's plans for a bit longer so that he could work to stop him, to help him understand.
But Tom didn't want to understand anything the old man wanted to say. It was at that moment that he was gathering his followers. They had all been branded with the Dark Mark he had taken the liberty of creating, and were at his becking call.
"My new name," he announced to his followers and friends, "is to be Tom Riddle no longer! I will not bear the same horrid name as my muggle father. From now on you will all address me as Lord Voldemort or taste my wrath!"
There was a simultaneous bow of, "Yes, my Lord Voldemort."
They parted for the night. Dumbledore found him in his dormitory at Hogwarts. This would be a long conversation, he thought to himself as the headmaster allowed himself in and revealed an authoritative side that chilled even this dark lord to his bones.
"I know what you're doing and I will not let you succeed!" Dumbledore said bluntly, which was completely out of character. "Life and death are not for you to decide. They are beyond our control-"
"Then how is it so easy to deal them out?" he hissed.
Dumbledore's eyes pierced him ominously, "Killing someone is not beyond any person's power. It takes the stronger person to live with another's faults than to so easily dismiss them by ridding the world of that person entirely.
"What your father did was inexcusable. You've already punished him for that, but do you honestly believe that everyone else deserves to die as the result of one man . . . by the hand of one man? Is that fair?"
Fair? Fair! Was it fair that a poor woman was left alone to bear a child just because she was a witch? His father had killed her for what she was and Voldemort killed him for what he'd done. Was it fair? No. But nothing in life ever is, he thought to himself. All of human existance was a waste of space.
The world was created, and along with it came lush trees and grasses, flowers and ferns. Animals made homes out of their environment and lived fairly peacefully with one another. Then came humans. The horrid, scum- sucking varmits deserved nothing but death. We are parasites, he thought, living off of the land and destroying anywhere we inhabit. We kill one another ruthlessly and without reason. Is that fair? NO! HELL no! That is why he felt it was his job to rid the world of these parasites, and he would not let anyone stand in his way. Not even Dumbledore. . .
"I quit. I'm leaving now," was all he said to him. He did have respect for the old man, but only because Dumbledore had stopped Voldemort's father from killing him off as an infant.
He summoned his belongings into his trunk quickly and they followed him out the door. Before he was out of the glare of the headmaster the old man said silently, "Don't do anything that will make me regret what I've done for you. . . ."
Voldemort left the school. He made his home in the Forbidden Forest and quickly thought of how to go about his plans for world domination. First and foremost, he knew he had to rid the world of the Potters. The thought of destroying Lily disturbed him, but he knew it had to be done.
His thoughts were quickly disturbed as one of his followers, Wormtail, found him in the forest.
"My Lord," he bowed.
"Yes," Voldemort responded in a drawling, irritated voice.
"I know of the whereabouts of the Potters."
Finally, he smiled to himself. He could rid the world of the Potters and of muggles everywhere from that point forward.
The wise words of Dumbledore still haunted him, but he threw them aside as his faithful follower betrayed his friends, led him to the Potters home, and revealed the home to him. Some safekeeper, Voldemort smirked as he entered the home. . . .
The details of their undoing bored Voldemort to his core. Quickly images of the scene flooded his mind. Finally, they came upon the young Harry Potter. He did not know how significant this boy could be to his unmaking, but nevertheless proceeded in his attempt to destroy the entire line of Potters. Yet something about this boy was more of a challenge than his fully grown parents. The spell rebounded on Harry and fell upon its caster.
This one incident would plague him for the next 14 years. Voldemort and his followers had caused enough havoc for his name to be feared above all others. He took great delight in this. He patiently awaited the day he would be able to seek revenge on Harry and any heirs he may bear.
Yet as the numerous oppurtunities passed him by Voldemort felt the sense of mortality slowly dwelling upon him. He decided it was time for him to perhaps have a child of his own. A child which would be just as feared as he, if not more. He needed to set precautions for this unconcieved boy of his. Anyone would happily destroy any son bore of the dark Lord Voldemort. He needed reassurement.
How could he have a son without the fear of another wizard, such as Harry Potter, destroying him? Harry has grown very strong over the years, he recalled, and could face Voldemort one on one for atleast 20 minutes before he'd inevitable fail. He needed someone close to Harry to share the glories of having a child. Someone that Harry would never dream of destroying the child of, therefore no other wizard would ponder the thought. Of course, for reassurement beyond this point he would have to destroy the girl, so that his heir was the only heir of this sacrificial mother as well. Voldemort smiled at his cleverness.
Immediately, the bushy-haired girl who followed Harry and his red- headed friend everywhere, he decided would be most acceptable for this task.
She was easily tracked down. Voldemort ordered Wormtail to accompany him. The dark lord told his servant only that, "I need the girl. When I tell you you are to stun her and we will be on our way back here."
"Yes, my Lord."
Outside of her home, they waited in the bushes. Voldemort was pondering of when to break into her house to kidnap her just as the door opened and a sobbing Hermione walked out. She walked for well past an hour, speaking to no one, and staring blankly at the world around her. Once her gaze fell close to them, but quickly reverted to the full moon in the sky. Finally, Voldemort decided, it was time to sneak up on her.
Dawned with a cloaking spell, the two of them made their was across the lawn and crept up on Hermione.
"Master," Wormtail's voice trembled.
"Silence!"
"But sir, are you sure this is such a good idea-"
"Shut up!" Voldemort hissed.
"Of course, my Lord, . . . but Miss Granger is rather intelligent and- "
"Shut-"
"Lumos!" they heard Hermione whisper. She was less than two metres away. She looked around suspiciously. The party had stopped moving and Voldemort chose now as the moment to strike.
"Now!" he cried.
Wormtail darted forward and shouted, "Petrificus totalus!"
Hermione was frozen in mid-air. Before she fell Voldemort swished his wand and brought her close to him. Her eyes were filled with fright as he removed the cloaking charm and revealed a malicious smile.
"Let's go home" he called to Wormtail.
***Authors Note*** Thanks goes to all of you for your flattering reviews. They're so encouraging ^_^ Okay... I know it went pretty fast, but I hope you like it as well as the first chapter. Just for all of my readers and reviewers: this fan fic is going to be unlike any you have read. Some of you may like it, others won't. That fact alone is inevitable with everything in life. I know how this is going to end- though my options are open. I'm considering many things, but I have a basic idea. This isn't a sappy Romance where you wonder who is going to *snog* with whom and when; there is NO (planned at this moment, that is) *snogging*. If that doesn't interest any of my readers, then I suggest you read something else. But thanks for reading this load of crap, lol, j/k ^_^