Chapter fifteen
Father
Avolorm's heart stopped when he saw the crow perched on his windowsill of his dorm. It squawked and hopped onto the floor. Avolorm bent down and untied the envelope on its right leg. With trembling fingers, he opened ripped it open.
Toby,
You are trying hard. I can see that. But not hard enough. It is time we meet. Tonight, midnight, the forbidden forest. Be there.
Avolorm flung himself on his bed. He couldn't believe it. At last he was going to meet his father. Somehow, Avolorm feared him. He feared how his own father wanted him to kill. He feared the cold words he sent him. He didn't know WHO his father was. All he knew was that Harry Potter had deprived him of his powers. Now, sixteen years later, his son was meant to seek revenge.
Avolorm shuddered as the cold wind whipped his face, he drew his cloak closer around him and carried on. He had no idea WHERE in the Forbidden forest he was meant to go, but he had the sneaking suspicion that his father would find him. As soon as he set foot among the trees, the wind stopped its howling song. The usual sounds of nature had stopped. It was quiet. Too quiet. As though all living things could feel a presence. A presence not man, nor beast. Avolorm could feel it. He could feel it sneaking upon him. From the shadows, figures in black emerged, heads bowed. Soon, Avolorm found himself in the centre of a ring of people. All of which were wearing green masks.
" Hello Toby." Heart racing, Avolorm spun around and screamed. A creature with milky white skin, glowing red eyes, long arms and no legs drifted before him. It was like a ghost, but far too solid.
" I am your father, Toby." It said calmly, ignoring the looks of horror on the boy's face.
"I am Lord Voldemort." It continued. Avolorm collapsed onto the ground, shaking his head.
"No . Y-you can't be ." He spluttered, backing away. It glided towards him, smirking.
"My, you are rather blunt aren't you?" It commented, gliding in circles above his head.
"I told you enough to realise that I am Lord Voldemort. I am the one who was defeated by Harry Potter as an infant. I was the one whos very name was feared. Yes, I am your father." Avolorm scrambled to his feet opening and closing his mouth, trying to speak, but fear clogged up his throat.
"But alas. You were brought up in the muggle world and knew nothing of your father's greatness. You knew nothing about the famous Harry Potter or the famous Voldemort."
" I-I ." Avolorm couldn't believe it. His father was that hideous creature. " Who was my mother?" He gulped.
"Your mother was a mudblood. That was why I left her." It replied stiffly.
"You left my mother? What about me? Didn't you want me?" Avolorm's voice wavered with hurt and fear.
"At that stage, I didn't know you would be born."
"I was a mistake?" Avolorm asked hoarsely. He could feel tears stinging behind his eyes.
" But of course, after I found out you were born, I went to get you back." Voldemort's eyes flashed with an inhuman flame of fury as he reflected.
"Then . Potter turned me into this." By now its voice was like the thunder and its eyes the lightning.
"Look at me, Toby. Look at me. I am a thing neither living nor dead. I am a thing neither man nor beast." Avolorm wiped his eyes, cursing himself for the tear forming under his eyelids. Voldemort waved its hand and soon, an image of a man with jet-black hair and ice grey eyes appeared beside it.
" That is the real me." It said quietly. "Tom Marvolo Riddle."
"You don't want your father to remain like this, do you?" It asked, drawing closer towards its son. Avolorm bit his lip and shook his head.
"You want me to look like this. Like the real me. A human. A living human. Am I right?" Avolorm nodded, tears streaming down his cheeks. He couldn't help it. He had wanted so much a father that would love him. But this. This was not his father. It was a demon. A creature from the depths of hell.
'Well, obey my commands, and you will have a father." Voldemort created a dagger out of thin air. It handed it to Avolorm.
"You know what you must do. Bring me the head of Harry Potter and you won't regret it." With a blaze of light, Voldemort vanished, the Death Eaters along with it.
I dunno why I kept calling Voldemort 'it' but what the hell can I call something that isn't living or dead? Yes, I was under the influence of coke when I wrote this and bloody well proud of it.
Plz read and review!
Father
Avolorm's heart stopped when he saw the crow perched on his windowsill of his dorm. It squawked and hopped onto the floor. Avolorm bent down and untied the envelope on its right leg. With trembling fingers, he opened ripped it open.
Toby,
You are trying hard. I can see that. But not hard enough. It is time we meet. Tonight, midnight, the forbidden forest. Be there.
Avolorm flung himself on his bed. He couldn't believe it. At last he was going to meet his father. Somehow, Avolorm feared him. He feared how his own father wanted him to kill. He feared the cold words he sent him. He didn't know WHO his father was. All he knew was that Harry Potter had deprived him of his powers. Now, sixteen years later, his son was meant to seek revenge.
Avolorm shuddered as the cold wind whipped his face, he drew his cloak closer around him and carried on. He had no idea WHERE in the Forbidden forest he was meant to go, but he had the sneaking suspicion that his father would find him. As soon as he set foot among the trees, the wind stopped its howling song. The usual sounds of nature had stopped. It was quiet. Too quiet. As though all living things could feel a presence. A presence not man, nor beast. Avolorm could feel it. He could feel it sneaking upon him. From the shadows, figures in black emerged, heads bowed. Soon, Avolorm found himself in the centre of a ring of people. All of which were wearing green masks.
" Hello Toby." Heart racing, Avolorm spun around and screamed. A creature with milky white skin, glowing red eyes, long arms and no legs drifted before him. It was like a ghost, but far too solid.
" I am your father, Toby." It said calmly, ignoring the looks of horror on the boy's face.
"I am Lord Voldemort." It continued. Avolorm collapsed onto the ground, shaking his head.
"No . Y-you can't be ." He spluttered, backing away. It glided towards him, smirking.
"My, you are rather blunt aren't you?" It commented, gliding in circles above his head.
"I told you enough to realise that I am Lord Voldemort. I am the one who was defeated by Harry Potter as an infant. I was the one whos very name was feared. Yes, I am your father." Avolorm scrambled to his feet opening and closing his mouth, trying to speak, but fear clogged up his throat.
"But alas. You were brought up in the muggle world and knew nothing of your father's greatness. You knew nothing about the famous Harry Potter or the famous Voldemort."
" I-I ." Avolorm couldn't believe it. His father was that hideous creature. " Who was my mother?" He gulped.
"Your mother was a mudblood. That was why I left her." It replied stiffly.
"You left my mother? What about me? Didn't you want me?" Avolorm's voice wavered with hurt and fear.
"At that stage, I didn't know you would be born."
"I was a mistake?" Avolorm asked hoarsely. He could feel tears stinging behind his eyes.
" But of course, after I found out you were born, I went to get you back." Voldemort's eyes flashed with an inhuman flame of fury as he reflected.
"Then . Potter turned me into this." By now its voice was like the thunder and its eyes the lightning.
"Look at me, Toby. Look at me. I am a thing neither living nor dead. I am a thing neither man nor beast." Avolorm wiped his eyes, cursing himself for the tear forming under his eyelids. Voldemort waved its hand and soon, an image of a man with jet-black hair and ice grey eyes appeared beside it.
" That is the real me." It said quietly. "Tom Marvolo Riddle."
"You don't want your father to remain like this, do you?" It asked, drawing closer towards its son. Avolorm bit his lip and shook his head.
"You want me to look like this. Like the real me. A human. A living human. Am I right?" Avolorm nodded, tears streaming down his cheeks. He couldn't help it. He had wanted so much a father that would love him. But this. This was not his father. It was a demon. A creature from the depths of hell.
'Well, obey my commands, and you will have a father." Voldemort created a dagger out of thin air. It handed it to Avolorm.
"You know what you must do. Bring me the head of Harry Potter and you won't regret it." With a blaze of light, Voldemort vanished, the Death Eaters along with it.
I dunno why I kept calling Voldemort 'it' but what the hell can I call something that isn't living or dead? Yes, I was under the influence of coke when I wrote this and bloody well proud of it.
Plz read and review!