CHAPTER 1:
He now was able to see what he comprehended as the whole picture, his sightless eyes surveying the words that bled into him, his voiceless speech always questioning the one contact he still held within the true world. For what seemed to be an eternity since the time he had been awakened, knowledge had poured into him from the man named Malfoy. Knowing that he must create an intricate web to bring a physical form to himself, The Dark Lord Voldemort thought of nothing else but what would inevitably be his rise to power. Although the complexities of his situation were now becoming apparent to him, he strived to derive from the multitude of equations a solution. Malfoy had been strangely cooperative in his quest to find his lord answers, much to the pleasure of Tom. From the mists and webs that had lay before him, he was now creating a vision. He now understood truly the times in which he existed, and what he must do. However, he also clearly understood that the time was not correct. Foreseeing that many problems would surely arise, his endless time was spent foraging for solutions. He knew the answers to all of the difficulties; he had merely to locate them in his still fragmented mind. A more pressing problem than his current search came before him now: The true loyalties of his "servant". The lord knew that any true man who saw weakness in another would endeavor to make use of it. The lord was slowly realizing that this Malfoy was not only a true man, but also a cunning individual. A knot in his intricate web: In this pitiful state, purely thought and mind, he was open to betrayal and was weakened to a point beyond recognition. He could take no action on his own. And if Malfoy made realization of this, as he surely would in time, Tom was placed in an even deeper plight. He must not come to know of this. I need to find others to rely on as well, not solely this man named Malfoy. He had earned respect in Voldemort's sight, and such deeds were incredible, but he was now a threat. Still thinking, Tom realized this was simply another problem. He knew the answer must be within his mind. They all were. Malfoy was simply another problem to be solved.
He now was able to see what he comprehended as the whole picture, his sightless eyes surveying the words that bled into him, his voiceless speech always questioning the one contact he still held within the true world. For what seemed to be an eternity since the time he had been awakened, knowledge had poured into him from the man named Malfoy. Knowing that he must create an intricate web to bring a physical form to himself, The Dark Lord Voldemort thought of nothing else but what would inevitably be his rise to power. Although the complexities of his situation were now becoming apparent to him, he strived to derive from the multitude of equations a solution. Malfoy had been strangely cooperative in his quest to find his lord answers, much to the pleasure of Tom. From the mists and webs that had lay before him, he was now creating a vision. He now understood truly the times in which he existed, and what he must do. However, he also clearly understood that the time was not correct. Foreseeing that many problems would surely arise, his endless time was spent foraging for solutions. He knew the answers to all of the difficulties; he had merely to locate them in his still fragmented mind. A more pressing problem than his current search came before him now: The true loyalties of his "servant". The lord knew that any true man who saw weakness in another would endeavor to make use of it. The lord was slowly realizing that this Malfoy was not only a true man, but also a cunning individual. A knot in his intricate web: In this pitiful state, purely thought and mind, he was open to betrayal and was weakened to a point beyond recognition. He could take no action on his own. And if Malfoy made realization of this, as he surely would in time, Tom was placed in an even deeper plight. He must not come to know of this. I need to find others to rely on as well, not solely this man named Malfoy. He had earned respect in Voldemort's sight, and such deeds were incredible, but he was now a threat. Still thinking, Tom realized this was simply another problem. He knew the answer must be within his mind. They all were. Malfoy was simply another problem to be solved.