Nine - Immortal
Severus sat on a bench in the back of an old house near the Death Eater's headquarters. Next to him other members of the Order, for example Arthur Weasley and his older sons, Charles and William, as well as Fred and George. Between them sat Harry Potter, whose fate it would be to kill the Dark Lord in the end. But one thought didn't leave his mind:
Why would Voldemort do such a thing? WHY.
He was interrupted in his thinking when Albus Dumbledore raised his voice to give the order of attack. Now it would begin!
Only few Death Eaters guarded the building and were overrun quickly. Once inside, the Order-members combed the whole building, cellar to attic, until they found the Dark Lord sitting on a throne in the middle of a huge room in the center of the house, already expecting them. His disfigured face was pulled into something that resembled a sad smile, but his eyes burned with something indescribable. He laughed hoarsely, when Potter pointed his wand at him. "Don't even try, boy. It's not good for life to murder at such a young age!"
Potter stared at him in horror, just like most of the other wizards. The Dark Lord laughed even more. He coughed and "smiled" again. "I'm immortal!"
We stared at him, not able to believe what we just heard. "NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Yes, I am. My body will die today, together with my soul and all memory, but the spirit lives on."
Potter's voice wavered slightly. "What are you talking about?"
"I was granted a new chance, a life full of light and love and I will take it, even if it means to die."
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"I will die, but the bloodline remains. The spirit is immortal!"
"Tom! Lestrange, what did you do to him?" Severus yelled, breaking the silence.
Voldemort turned to Snape. "Ah, nice to see you again, Snape, it's been a while!"
"What did you do to him?"
"Nothing - he's my child, my beloved child - I'd never hurt the only light in my damned life!"
Severus spit on the ground and pointed his wand. "You'll do no harm anymore!"
"I know, take care of the boy, will you? He adores you."
"Whatever you want - I'd do that anyway."
"Right, he's your step-son now."
Snape growled and turned to Harry Potter. "Kill him!"
Voldemort smiled and looked at the boy. "Not necessary, Potter. Keep your soul clean! AVADA KEDAVRA!" and with these words he stood up and his form disappeared in a wave of green light, am empty corpse falling to the ground.
The Dark Lord, Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle, was dead!
Severus sat on a bench in the back of an old house near the Death Eater's headquarters. Next to him other members of the Order, for example Arthur Weasley and his older sons, Charles and William, as well as Fred and George. Between them sat Harry Potter, whose fate it would be to kill the Dark Lord in the end. But one thought didn't leave his mind:
Why would Voldemort do such a thing? WHY.
He was interrupted in his thinking when Albus Dumbledore raised his voice to give the order of attack. Now it would begin!
Only few Death Eaters guarded the building and were overrun quickly. Once inside, the Order-members combed the whole building, cellar to attic, until they found the Dark Lord sitting on a throne in the middle of a huge room in the center of the house, already expecting them. His disfigured face was pulled into something that resembled a sad smile, but his eyes burned with something indescribable. He laughed hoarsely, when Potter pointed his wand at him. "Don't even try, boy. It's not good for life to murder at such a young age!"
Potter stared at him in horror, just like most of the other wizards. The Dark Lord laughed even more. He coughed and "smiled" again. "I'm immortal!"
We stared at him, not able to believe what we just heard. "NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Yes, I am. My body will die today, together with my soul and all memory, but the spirit lives on."
Potter's voice wavered slightly. "What are you talking about?"
"I was granted a new chance, a life full of light and love and I will take it, even if it means to die."
"."
"I will die, but the bloodline remains. The spirit is immortal!"
"Tom! Lestrange, what did you do to him?" Severus yelled, breaking the silence.
Voldemort turned to Snape. "Ah, nice to see you again, Snape, it's been a while!"
"What did you do to him?"
"Nothing - he's my child, my beloved child - I'd never hurt the only light in my damned life!"
Severus spit on the ground and pointed his wand. "You'll do no harm anymore!"
"I know, take care of the boy, will you? He adores you."
"Whatever you want - I'd do that anyway."
"Right, he's your step-son now."
Snape growled and turned to Harry Potter. "Kill him!"
Voldemort smiled and looked at the boy. "Not necessary, Potter. Keep your soul clean! AVADA KEDAVRA!" and with these words he stood up and his form disappeared in a wave of green light, am empty corpse falling to the ground.
The Dark Lord, Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle, was dead!