Son of The Dark Lord Chapter 12
Matthias leaned foreword in his seat eagerly. His father sat opposite of him, fidgeting nervously. Harry, under his invisibility cloak, was huddled in a corner. They were both awaiting the Dark Lord's explanation as to why he was causing Harry so much pain and sorrow. "Pray tell father. I would like to know why you've caused the boy so much harm. I mean, other then being a powerful wizard, I don't see how he harmed you."
"If you stop that rambling maybe I would get around to telling you!" Voldemort snapped. Matthias stuck his tongue out at him childishly. "Don't start with me boy, I'm not in the mood!"
"Well fine then! Just tell you're tale so I can go to bed." Voldemort muttered something under his breath. "Well? I'm listening!"
"Mark the calendars! My son is actually listening.." Matthias pouted. "All right all right, i'm going!"
"You better NOT be." Matthias said seriously, causing Harry to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Voldemort gave his son a look. "Explain on father dearest. Why do you want Harry dead?"
"James."
"James?" Matthias blinked. "Who the hell is James? You HAVE to be more specific because there are several James's in the world." This earned Matthias another nasty glare from his father. "I am terribly sorry, continue?"
"James Potter, oh smart one. What other James do you know?" Matthias scrunched his face up.
"A few, from Azkaban.but that's not the point! What's Harry's father got to do with this? Other than that fact, being his father."
"Oh shut up! I'm getting to that!" Matthias huffed and glared at his father. "Thank you. Now, as I was saying, I want the boy dead because he..well..he.uhm."
"Excellent vocabulary father.please get on with it." Harry listened intently.
"He reminds me of James." Matthias blinked. "I can't believe I'm explaining myself to my son."
"So Harry reminds you of James huh? So what?" His father blushed, dropping the I'm-soooo-much-more-superiour-than-you act. "Okay, what's going on here?" Matthias crossed his arms in a stubborn pout. "What are you leaving out?"
"James and i.well..we were..friends.." Harry jerked under his cloak. His father, friends with Voldemort? "Actually..we were.a bit more than friends.." Matthias frowned a second before laughing.
"So.?"
"He.left me for the mudblood." Was his father's reply. Harry stiffened in anger, but he felt Matthias's soothing presence in the back of his mind.
"So you got mad, blew them to bits, and developed a hatred for mudbloods and muggles?" Voldemort nodded silently. "Let me get this strait. You dated Potter. He left you for Harry's mum. She got pregnant with Harry. You started hating muggles and mudbloods. You killed them to punish James and to keep them from defeating you, and because Harry's mum was a muggle born. Then you tried to kill Harry, and still do, because he is James's son and looks like him?"
"Yes." Voldemort stood and began to pace as Matthias thought.
"So you don't care that you've been causing the son of person you loved so much, pain and distress? That you've let this.hatred and greed..rule you so much you didn't care about anything anymore?" Voldemort sighed and hung his head.
"Yes. And I'm sorry. I never thought of it that way. I honestly didn't know Harry saw the raids, the meetings! If I did, I would have tried to protect him from it! I don't want my love's son to suffer." Voldemort collapsed onto the couch and buried his head in his hands. "I loved James so much. He stood up for me and comforted me after nightmares I had from my time at that horrible orphanage."
"That's also where you got your hatred of muggles from." Matthias stated. Voldemort nodded. Matthias looked over at the corner Harry was crouched in. He nodded once, and Harry uncovered himself.
"Tom." Voldemort's head snapped up and his eyes came to rest on Harry. Blood red eyes widened.
"Harry.." Harry calmly walked over to where Voldemort sat and looked down at him. "I'm really sorry Harry. I never meant it, any of it! I loved your father, because he helped me with my nightmares, with my pain. When he went to Lily, I was scared and confused. Not to mention hurt. I thought that it was her fault, and because she was a mud.a muggle born, I blamed it on their kind. And the muggles that abused me. When they both openly apposed me I had to kill them. They were powerful enough that they could.kill me. I let my greed overcome my heart.when I failed to kill you and left you that scar, I never knew it would create a link between us." Voldemort paused. "I just realized the mistakes I've made and I'm really sorry. I.." Harry placed his finger over Voldemort's lips, preventing him from speaking.
"I forgive you. Greed and heartbreak do not mix well, and when they do bad things come out of it." Voldemort looked relieved, if not a little curious. "If I've learned anything from those muggles, it is to forgive. I've forgiven myself for things, and I've learned to forgive others as well."
"Thank you."
"Your welcome. Matthias, I think it's time we returned. Dumbledore must be worried about us now." Matthias stood, as did his father. "Tom. Will you keep doing what you've been doing? The raids? The unnecessary deaths?"
"No. I think I've found something better to do with my life." He slipped an arm around Matthias's shoulders. Matthias grinned. "I think I'll accompany you back to Hogwarts."
"Isn't that dangerous? Father, I don't want you to get caught! You'll be."
"Hush. I'll stay for just a moment, to let Dumbledore I wont be causing any trouble."
"I think that's a good idea." Harry slipped his cloak over his shoulders so the lower portion of his body was invisible. "Just follow my head, I'll get you there eventually." All three laughed as Harry led Matthias and his father off to Hogwarts.
END
Think I'm done? How about..no! *Becomes incredibly childish and sticks tongue out* Sequel in the works. You just gotta be patient while I work on another story.
Thx everyone fore reviewing!
Rachel, I'll have part 1 of the fic you requested up in a bit.
Matthias leaned foreword in his seat eagerly. His father sat opposite of him, fidgeting nervously. Harry, under his invisibility cloak, was huddled in a corner. They were both awaiting the Dark Lord's explanation as to why he was causing Harry so much pain and sorrow. "Pray tell father. I would like to know why you've caused the boy so much harm. I mean, other then being a powerful wizard, I don't see how he harmed you."
"If you stop that rambling maybe I would get around to telling you!" Voldemort snapped. Matthias stuck his tongue out at him childishly. "Don't start with me boy, I'm not in the mood!"
"Well fine then! Just tell you're tale so I can go to bed." Voldemort muttered something under his breath. "Well? I'm listening!"
"Mark the calendars! My son is actually listening.." Matthias pouted. "All right all right, i'm going!"
"You better NOT be." Matthias said seriously, causing Harry to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Voldemort gave his son a look. "Explain on father dearest. Why do you want Harry dead?"
"James."
"James?" Matthias blinked. "Who the hell is James? You HAVE to be more specific because there are several James's in the world." This earned Matthias another nasty glare from his father. "I am terribly sorry, continue?"
"James Potter, oh smart one. What other James do you know?" Matthias scrunched his face up.
"A few, from Azkaban.but that's not the point! What's Harry's father got to do with this? Other than that fact, being his father."
"Oh shut up! I'm getting to that!" Matthias huffed and glared at his father. "Thank you. Now, as I was saying, I want the boy dead because he..well..he.uhm."
"Excellent vocabulary father.please get on with it." Harry listened intently.
"He reminds me of James." Matthias blinked. "I can't believe I'm explaining myself to my son."
"So Harry reminds you of James huh? So what?" His father blushed, dropping the I'm-soooo-much-more-superiour-than-you act. "Okay, what's going on here?" Matthias crossed his arms in a stubborn pout. "What are you leaving out?"
"James and i.well..we were..friends.." Harry jerked under his cloak. His father, friends with Voldemort? "Actually..we were.a bit more than friends.." Matthias frowned a second before laughing.
"So.?"
"He.left me for the mudblood." Was his father's reply. Harry stiffened in anger, but he felt Matthias's soothing presence in the back of his mind.
"So you got mad, blew them to bits, and developed a hatred for mudbloods and muggles?" Voldemort nodded silently. "Let me get this strait. You dated Potter. He left you for Harry's mum. She got pregnant with Harry. You started hating muggles and mudbloods. You killed them to punish James and to keep them from defeating you, and because Harry's mum was a muggle born. Then you tried to kill Harry, and still do, because he is James's son and looks like him?"
"Yes." Voldemort stood and began to pace as Matthias thought.
"So you don't care that you've been causing the son of person you loved so much, pain and distress? That you've let this.hatred and greed..rule you so much you didn't care about anything anymore?" Voldemort sighed and hung his head.
"Yes. And I'm sorry. I never thought of it that way. I honestly didn't know Harry saw the raids, the meetings! If I did, I would have tried to protect him from it! I don't want my love's son to suffer." Voldemort collapsed onto the couch and buried his head in his hands. "I loved James so much. He stood up for me and comforted me after nightmares I had from my time at that horrible orphanage."
"That's also where you got your hatred of muggles from." Matthias stated. Voldemort nodded. Matthias looked over at the corner Harry was crouched in. He nodded once, and Harry uncovered himself.
"Tom." Voldemort's head snapped up and his eyes came to rest on Harry. Blood red eyes widened.
"Harry.." Harry calmly walked over to where Voldemort sat and looked down at him. "I'm really sorry Harry. I never meant it, any of it! I loved your father, because he helped me with my nightmares, with my pain. When he went to Lily, I was scared and confused. Not to mention hurt. I thought that it was her fault, and because she was a mud.a muggle born, I blamed it on their kind. And the muggles that abused me. When they both openly apposed me I had to kill them. They were powerful enough that they could.kill me. I let my greed overcome my heart.when I failed to kill you and left you that scar, I never knew it would create a link between us." Voldemort paused. "I just realized the mistakes I've made and I'm really sorry. I.." Harry placed his finger over Voldemort's lips, preventing him from speaking.
"I forgive you. Greed and heartbreak do not mix well, and when they do bad things come out of it." Voldemort looked relieved, if not a little curious. "If I've learned anything from those muggles, it is to forgive. I've forgiven myself for things, and I've learned to forgive others as well."
"Thank you."
"Your welcome. Matthias, I think it's time we returned. Dumbledore must be worried about us now." Matthias stood, as did his father. "Tom. Will you keep doing what you've been doing? The raids? The unnecessary deaths?"
"No. I think I've found something better to do with my life." He slipped an arm around Matthias's shoulders. Matthias grinned. "I think I'll accompany you back to Hogwarts."
"Isn't that dangerous? Father, I don't want you to get caught! You'll be."
"Hush. I'll stay for just a moment, to let Dumbledore I wont be causing any trouble."
"I think that's a good idea." Harry slipped his cloak over his shoulders so the lower portion of his body was invisible. "Just follow my head, I'll get you there eventually." All three laughed as Harry led Matthias and his father off to Hogwarts.
END
Think I'm done? How about..no! *Becomes incredibly childish and sticks tongue out* Sequel in the works. You just gotta be patient while I work on another story.
Thx everyone fore reviewing!
Rachel, I'll have part 1 of the fic you requested up in a bit.
