Voldemort's Amnesia
Jewel Little Bird
Chapter Five
Tom Riddle sat in the boarding house common room, playing with a Scrabble game. No one else was up yet, and he didn't feel like making anything for breakfast. He couldn't imagine why the people were being so accommodating for him. Maybe it was because his little accident with the car had hit the front page of the newspapers, and he was a sort of celebrity for surviving. After all, the car had been going at, what, 60 miles an hour?
He had used the Scrabble letters to spell out "Tom Marvolo Riddle" and was rearranging them to see what words he could make from them. So far, all he could make was "I AM LORD."
He looked at the leftover letters, scowling. He seemed to recall seeing something spelled with these letters, but every time he tried to grasp the elusive memory, it escaped.
He was playing with the leftover letters (right handed since his left was still in the cast), trying out each letter as the first alphabetically in the forth word. At the moment, "R" started his word. His eyes kept falling back on the "V". He kept feeling that the "V" should start it.
Having sat there for at least two hours trying to think of something, he sat back, frustrated. He grabbed the remaining letters, closed his eyes, and put them down randomly. When he opened them again, he felt a chill go down his spine.
I AM LORD VOLDEMORT.
Green light. Screams of terror and pain. Whispers of one who must not be called by his name. Followers... followers... Death Eaters. Evil, pure evil. Lust for power. Destruction of those who were not worthy.
I AM LORD VOLDEMORT.
It meant revenge. It meant terror, pain, death. THAT'S what this meant to Tom.
"I am Lord Voldemort," he whispered. "Yes, I like that a lot better than dumb old Tom Riddle." He leaned back in his seat and laughed. "What a silly name! Why would anyone fear it?"
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"I'm coming for you, my Lord," Peter Pettigrew said to himself as he walked the streets of Haverhill. It was midmorning now, but that was alright. He could search for Voldemort better at night, anyway, as a rat. "You told me never to let my loyalty waver again, and I don't intend to let it. This time, when you reward me, there will be no Harry Potter to stop us."
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She followed him until he returned, then sat on the doorstep of the house directly across the street. It was now Tuesday, which meant that she'd ask the child again to let her inside on Friday night. Once the woman saw her, she was sure she'd be allowed to stay. Especially now that Snape was there. She was sure he wouldn't want her to get loose again.
The man had been hunting again last night as he had for the past month, but as of yet, he had not succeeded in finding what he had been looking for. She knew he wouldn't find it. She already had, and she wouldn't let HIM do so. She had enough magic to do that now that she was once again bonded.
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End of Chapter Five
Tom Riddle sat in the boarding house common room, playing with a Scrabble game. No one else was up yet, and he didn't feel like making anything for breakfast. He couldn't imagine why the people were being so accommodating for him. Maybe it was because his little accident with the car had hit the front page of the newspapers, and he was a sort of celebrity for surviving. After all, the car had been going at, what, 60 miles an hour?
He had used the Scrabble letters to spell out "Tom Marvolo Riddle" and was rearranging them to see what words he could make from them. So far, all he could make was "I AM LORD."
He looked at the leftover letters, scowling. He seemed to recall seeing something spelled with these letters, but every time he tried to grasp the elusive memory, it escaped.
He was playing with the leftover letters (right handed since his left was still in the cast), trying out each letter as the first alphabetically in the forth word. At the moment, "R" started his word. His eyes kept falling back on the "V". He kept feeling that the "V" should start it.
Having sat there for at least two hours trying to think of something, he sat back, frustrated. He grabbed the remaining letters, closed his eyes, and put them down randomly. When he opened them again, he felt a chill go down his spine.
I AM LORD VOLDEMORT.
Green light. Screams of terror and pain. Whispers of one who must not be called by his name. Followers... followers... Death Eaters. Evil, pure evil. Lust for power. Destruction of those who were not worthy.
I AM LORD VOLDEMORT.
It meant revenge. It meant terror, pain, death. THAT'S what this meant to Tom.
"I am Lord Voldemort," he whispered. "Yes, I like that a lot better than dumb old Tom Riddle." He leaned back in his seat and laughed. "What a silly name! Why would anyone fear it?"
@
"I'm coming for you, my Lord," Peter Pettigrew said to himself as he walked the streets of Haverhill. It was midmorning now, but that was alright. He could search for Voldemort better at night, anyway, as a rat. "You told me never to let my loyalty waver again, and I don't intend to let it. This time, when you reward me, there will be no Harry Potter to stop us."
@
She followed him until he returned, then sat on the doorstep of the house directly across the street. It was now Tuesday, which meant that she'd ask the child again to let her inside on Friday night. Once the woman saw her, she was sure she'd be allowed to stay. Especially now that Snape was there. She was sure he wouldn't want her to get loose again.
The man had been hunting again last night as he had for the past month, but as of yet, he had not succeeded in finding what he had been looking for. She knew he wouldn't find it. She already had, and she wouldn't let HIM do so. She had enough magic to do that now that she was once again bonded.
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End of Chapter Five
