Year 1979-1980
Severus Snape:
I cried on Dumbledore's shoulder, and I had told him everything that I knew, and in the end, I was a wreck, shuddering against his comforting embrace, confessing my sins.
"Severus," he gently said, "why are you here?"
I looked up and met his eyes in surprise, and I thought for a long time, pondering the simple question. "I don't know, sir," I told him quietly. I look left at his pet phoenix, Fawkes, who was sleeping with his head tucked into his wing.
"I don't know."
Dumbledore followed my gaze to Fawkes, and he looked back at me, his wheels already turning and turning. When I finally met his piercing blue gaze, he steadily spoke, "Severus, do you wish to be reborn?"
"Yes." And from that moment on, a son of Luther Snape was gone, but a son of Marianne Snape was reborn.
I became a spy.
Remus Lupin:
Have you ever heard of the narcoleptic man unable to fall asleep? Well I have, and that bloody man was me. I couldn't sleep. No matter how my exhausted body demanded its rest, my head refused to. It was going around and around in circle, trying to figure out a riddle without an answer. I couldn't eat. My once ravishing appetite has all been disappeared. I found myself playing with my food, making little letters unknowingly to the annoyance of Sirius. "Stop playing with the food, if you are not going to eat it, then save it. You know the ration is getting tighter?" And I couldn't perform. "God, you could at least try to be interested!" Sirius complained on top of me as he was trying to get me excited. But I couldn't pretend, or lie. I was good at hiding my troubles, but this time, I was too distracted to focus, make Sirius happy or do anything but stare at a spot in front of me, thinking about one thing, no obsessing about one thing, my past.
In my search, I have found more documents, files and most importantly, names. Not just any names, the names of top officials at the Ministry of Magic, and one particular name on the top of the list was Efrem Kurtz, the most famously known officer turned death eater.
I remembered the event that led to my findings. It had been almost surreal experience. Four days after my first discovery in the small file storage room in London Library, I found the address of Vincent Lupin, who had been my foster caretaker before Mr. Stafford. I had forgotten about him, almost entirely. Next day, I had gone away to find him, while Sirius had left for a short mission to Ireland's coast. I dare not tell him for a fear that he would stop me from doing so. He like everyone else thought that I would break down in exhaustion or get killed by the wondering death eater, if I were to wonder out of their sights. One thing they did not know was the will of a werewolf. When I set my mind on one thing, I will see it done.
I gasped slightly as the world around me slowly made sense once again. The voice was so familiar, yet so far away. It was first time in a long years, I had heard this sound, a sound of someone. Someone so familiar.
"Ah, young Lupin, you finally decided to join the world of living." A warm hand tapped my cheek gently. Still little disoriented from unexpected sleep, I blinked to clear my hazy eyes. I could hardly see who was in front of me.
"Here. This will help you, young Lupin."
"Thank you," I mumbled in gratitude as I took a cold pack offered to me by the unknown lady, and I put the pack on my forehead.
"Now young man, you gave me such a start with fainting business just as I opened the door. I am guessing you are the Remus Lupin, who has been sending all those owls to my door, eh?"
"Yes, yes. Mrs. Lupin?" I asked uncertainly as my eyes began to clear.
"Yes, and just Anna will do." Anna set down on a chair next to a bed where I currently found myself trying to sit up.
"Anna, I am sorry about this. I have a rare condition called…"
"I know you are a werewolf, young Lupin." Anna intercepted.
"Narcolep…sy…" I stopped, "How did you…unless you…"
"Narcolepsy, eh? I thought you were too frightened to see little ole' me, and fainted." Anna gave a heartfelt laugh.
"I am sure you have a lot of questions, but let me make you a cup of tea. No, stay there." With that Anna disappeared toward her kitchen. "There you are. It's strawberry. Smells nice, isn't it?" Anna handed me the steaming cup of tea.
"Thank you." I drank a bit, and then paused, remembering something. "Did you make this all the time?" I sniffed the pleasant aroma again, trying to recollect.
"Yes. It used to be Vincent's favorite." Her tone made it clear that Vincent was long gone. "He was my son, Vincent. He was the one who brought you here. He was the one you seek, is it not?"
I nodded.
"Do you remember anything of him, young Lupin?"
"No…wait, maybe the smells." I said as I shook my head lightly.
"Yes, I heard that wolves remember aromas very well. Well, I guess…I should explain to you from the beginning." They both heard the growl of rainstorm outside. "I think it is good thing that we are both in here, and not out there. You are welcome to stay here as long as you need to."
"I won't want to intrude more on your…"
"Nonsense, you won't remember but I do. You used to get so scared of the thunders and lightening." She smiled faintly in memory. "But I am going ahead of myself again. Well, first I did not want to reply back to you, because…well…I was not sure the sender was really you. About oh… ten years ago, I received letters from someone looking for information about your past. His name was Kurtz."
"Kurtz…" I remembered that name from somewhere, then it hit me. "Efrem Kurtz?"
"Yes, that one. He claimed that he needed all the information regarding you for the official records for the Ministry. And I wrote him back with details, in hopes that I would be able to help. But of course, he turned out to be a death eater for you-know-who shortly after that."
"Yes, yes." I was suddenly breathless. They knew Kurtz was one of the most avid supporters of Voldemort and one who single-handily helped Voldemort bring down latest defense against him only a year ago. Anna continued, "Ever since then, I am cautious about who I speak to and what I do. I knew that if you wanted to know, you would come and find me. More tea?" And so we talked in Anna's country house day and night without knowing the passage of time.
"You were barely five years old, when Vincent, a dedicated social agent for the Ministry of Magical Creatures was given an opportunity to take care of badly treated young werewolf. I was shocked, simply shaken, when they bought you in. You were barely alive. They didn't tell me where you had been before, but you were through hell, maybe even worse." She looked over and saw not the grown man that I was, but a scared young boy. "You didn't speak until months later. I remember the day like it was yesterday. You were staring out the window, and suddenly you said, 'It's snowing.' Vincent and I looked out, and sure enough, it was snowing." She sighed and continued on. With help of Anna, they had taken care of me, until Vincent was killed by a horrible accident involving Cresian Dragons. The Ministry had taken me from grieving Anna, and after that Anna did not know what had happened to me. When I told her about Mr. Stafford, she looked relieved, and she smiled fully for the first time.
Anna had saved all the documents and papers that Vincent had left here. For two days, they searched through the papers together, searching for anything that Anna did not remember.
"Remus, look at this." Anna handed an old letter.
….Vincent Benjamin Lupin is granted a guardianship of Remus Jeremiah from this day forward….
"Jeremiah."
"Jeremiah~" She sing sang. "Jeremiah~ haha ha. Jeremiah, hold out your hand for me, love."
That was me! He was me! How could I ever forget her voice.
"Look at the signature on the bottom, Remus." Anna gasped with surprise and almost fearfully pointed it out.
Efrem Kurtz
"Kurtz?"
Anna stared back at me with uneasy eyes.
Veils upon veils. They were all shrouding me from something. Something I needed to know…
Sirius Black:
James told me the greatest news ever. Lily and James will have a baby together! That sod! Trying to be so smirk about it. He said it was still a secret, because Lily hasn't told any of her friends or family yet. So I was to keep my bloody Black mouth shut until further notice. As if I would tell on him! God, he still doesn't trust me after all this time together!
I came home early to tell Moony the news of course, but he wasn't there. So I called the Library, and he never came to work today. I began to think maybe I should call someone to send out a search for him, but I decided against it. He was a grown man after all. He can do whatever he wants.
So I sat down, and waited, and waited.
Hours later, I must have fallen asleep, and during the night, he had came home, with the distinct taste of strawberry on his lips. Funny, where would he have gotten strawberries during this time of year? Even during the war with rations and everything?
Remus Lupin:
I never told Sirius where I had been, and he never asked me. He was busy with his job after all, tracking down death eaters and defending his country, he didn't need the extra burden to worry about me. And I would tell him everything if he asks me to.
Few days after I came home, Sirius made this strange noise as he banged the door to our bedroom shut, the sound rang through the house, waking me up from my thought in front of the dying fire where I had sat since the dinner, thinking about all the information I had gathered. Sirius might have been trying to get my attention, but I did not know. Things were not going very well, at home with Sirius, or at work alone. I was already behind my research for Dumbledore.
My lastest transformation had been difficult one, even with James and Peter with us; the wolf had been unusually stubborn and vicious, almost breaking off from them in the run. The morning after had been awkward among four friends, that in itself has been unusual, because we had never felt anything like that since our first year together. But I couldn't do anything to ease the odd tension. Even with Lily's full belly, she came every morning after the transformation with the chicken soup in her hand.
"You look like you are starving, Remus," she said as she poured the soup into a tupperwear.
Every day was another day to find another clue; every night was extra time to spend on my quest. And it was one of those many sleepless nights, alone at the London Library; I was visited by a person who held all the keys to my past. I came face to face with the most feared wizard in the universe.
Tiny Tee:
I watched him under the protection of the darken room, silently watching his pale face, and learning visually that he was all grown up as he was supposed to be in his age. Strong and powerful, I could sense his magic in him, just like Beatrice, my bee.
I flinched at my own thought. I haven't thought of her nickname for years, but watching his face brought it all back. He had his mother's face, his soft lines and slim figure. Yet, I sensed, his power was much subdued, locked in him. My face turned dark as I thought the reason why. It was all Dumbledore's fault. He had kept him away from me, away from his true potential. I had not done everything to see his potential to go to waste. I had done everything for him.
"Hello," I whispered, suddenly afraid that I might startle him. Me, afraid? I should have laughed at my weak self, a part I thought I had affectively left behind.
"Hello," he said as he pointed his wand at my heart, his guarded face looking up from his papers. I felt proud at his reaction; he knew I was there even before I spoke. "Drop your wand, or you die," he said, and I believed his deadly words.
"Drop your wand, sir," he said again, as neither of us made a move.
"How do you know I am your enemy?" I spoke unflinchingly; after all I was the Lord Voldemort, I do not fear anything or anyone.
"Only an enemy would hide behind the darkness, sir. If you truly are my friend, you wouldn't have, sir."
"But would an enemy give away one's position so easily, as I have done, with a greeting nonetheless?" and with a pause, I added, "Sir?"
"One should never be too careful, and you still haven't given me your reasons or your name for that matter, for me to believe you are, indeed, a friend…sir?"
I couldn't deny that he had been trained well, even under that man, he had managed to make me proud of how he had grown up.
"Drop your wand, sir. Or I should be sorry to use my wand on you." He said it again, as he raised his wand a bit to prove his point.
And I did something I had never done before. I dropped my wand. It made a chunk sound as it hit the ground and rolled out toward him into the light. I watched as he stepped on my wand in time to stop it. He then looked back at me, and lowered his wand slowly. Still mistrusting and guarded, and I sensed something else. Something else was on his mind.
I matched his piercing eyes, as I stepped out into the light, revealing my face fully.
I caught my wand back to my hand, as he swayed, still trying to fight the cursed symptom with all his will and trying to stun me at the same time. I stunned him quite fast, and he never had a chance to fight back. Just like everything that had happened to him and to me. He dropped his wand, which I pocketed with care.
I held him for the first time in sixteen years, but that fact had not registered fully to me while I was apparating with him to one of safe houses. It was only after I had laid him down and took a look at him so close, did I realized how much I had missed through the years.
Third Person Point of View:
When Remus woke up from his spell, he found himself unharmed, and cleaned. His expected bloody wounds were nowhere to be found, and even a day old scars from the transformation had healed and disappeared. He felt strangely relaxed and soothed, which unnerved him to no end. He looked around his surroundings and found it was a library, a small personal library with full of leather-bounded books. He had been lying against soft sofa next to a dim light. He slid his hands and felt the smoothness of the leather of the sofa. It was indeed the best leather he had ever felt.
"A fellow appreciator of the finest leather." Remus stopped and looked directly where the sound came from. The place was too dark for him to see properly, but he could make out a figure of man sitting before a desk.
"I didn't think anybody was…who are you?"
The man didn't answer, which unnerved Remus again.
"Who are you?" He asked again. Then thought for a moment and added, "I am Remus Lupin, if you didn't know."
A soft chuckle escaped from the man.
"You are so much like your mother. Always polite in the worst of situations."
"My mother?" Remus made an attempt to get up from the sofa, but he was interrupted.
"Sit!" A loud commend, followed by softer and gentler request, "Please, sit."
Remus complied with reluctance.
"Who are you, sir? For you seemed to know me." Remus stared at the dark figure with intensity. "And-and how did you know my mother?"
Suddenly there was a clicking sound, and the light was turned on to revealed Voldemort.
A gasped escaped from Remus. "You!" he cried and instinctively reached for his wand, which no longer was there.
"I guess I should be pleased that you recognize me, Mr. Lupin. After all, most wizards would in your situation. To answer your question, I am Lord Voldemort, but I guess you knew that already." He looked at Remus with an intensity of burning fire. "To answer your other question, I am afraid, I knew her personally and…" he trailed as he glanced down at his left hand and then, back to Remus again to see if Remus was watching him. "Intimately." He finished.
There was deadly silence that spoke louder than any sound. Remus looked slightly pained. After a long while, he spoke, "Don't mock me sir, for I don't believe you." Remus spat out the last word hatefully.
A chuckle escaped from Voldemort as if he was pleased Remus was challenging him. "You have grown up to be the man I hoped you would be someday. I have to say I am very pleased with you, Jeremiah. Or should I call you Remus now. Your father had named you Remus after all, it was your mother who called you by Jeremiah."
Remus felt chilled by his words. How did Voldemore knew of his middle name that he, himself did not find out until few days ago?
"I see that I've got your full attention now." He sounded pleased. "Jeremiah was a name that held a lot of meaning for your mother. Her only child was to have the name that had been passed down from generations after generations to the male heirs in her family. She was also an only child and she was determined to pass down her family name to you, even though her family wasn't exactly approving…. Your father did not object, of course, for he loved her very much. I can't say he loved her family……but he loved her."
Remus watched Voldemort carefully, and strangely he almost felt that Voldemort was a man he could had known as a friend if the circumstances were different.
"What was-"
"Her name?" Voldemort interrupted and continued, "Beatrice. She was sometime called Bumblebee." A smile escaped from Voldemort's hard mouth but disappeared before Remus could recognize for sure. "That was her family nickname for her. But it sadden her greatly to think about her family, especially her father, who didn't approve of her marriage."
Voldemort looked down at his hand again. "Should I continue," with a pause, "Sir?"
Remus stayed silent, his eyes watching, learning, yet suspicious.
"Your mother called your father, Tiny Tee. Not because he was small or short, but she thought since her nickname was a small bee, he should be tiny enough for her to match." Voldemort smiled faintly, but his face became dark once again. "Your father was nothing. Well, nothing…in the eyes of her father. Not suitable enough for his precious daughter. Next thing I am going to tell you will sound quiet romantic to little girls and young men……like you. Beatrice ran away with your father and married him." There was a definite smile on Voldemort's face. He didn't look so inhuman, in front of Remus, didn't look so evil or dark.
Watch yourself, Remus, he may be playing with your mind.
"They had lived in a secluded area, away from wizarding world as matter of fact. They should have known that it had charming advantage such as not be bothered by anyone, but also deadly risk.
"You see, Remus, they didn't want to be found by anyone, but that also meant they wouldn't be able to reach others as quick as you wanted to in certain devastating situation." His face was dark again, the mask of evil (or was it anger?) returning to his face.
"You were barely four." Voldemort's usual face was back in control now. "Barely old enough to be called a child. Do you remember the night?"
Remus reached for his memory that was not there. "No, but I have a feeling you will tell me." He said evenly, interested, yet distrustful.
With a bitter laugh, Voldemort met Remus' eyes. "Ten points to Gryffindors. I think I rather tell you that story another time. Don't you wonder why I wanted you here?"
"A thought crossed my mind once or twice, yes."
Voldemort leaned against his chair, waiting...
"Why?" Remus asked calmly, "How did you know my parents?" His face paled suddenly when a thought came to him. "Did-did you killed them?"
Voldemort only smiled faintly at him.
"Did you?!" Remus asked again, louder this time. "I swear to Merlin, I will-"
"Kill me? You are brave one, sir," he leaned back in his chair, "Tell me, sir, what do you think about the Ministry of Magic? Or M&M as I called them."
Remus felt his face flushed with reds, angered by his question answered by another question. Word games. Determined not to be over powered by the dark wizard, he answered the challenge.
"I think they are doing a great job so far. Only thing I have to say that is lacking is a need of more aurors to track the death eaters down."
Contrary to what Remus had always thought Lord Voldemort's laughter would sound like, something evil and dark, he heard something that reminded him of someone familiar and comforting, someone like Mr. Stafford for strange reason.
"You have your father's trait, too. I can see it clearly in your eyes."
Remus silently brooded over his remark, how dare he talk about his father as if he was his father's friend?
"They are the one who took you away from your parents, they are the one who would shun you for being a werewolf and won't even hire you as an auror, even though you exceed their requirements far more. Now tell me, do you really believe the Ministry of Magic is oh so great?"
"The Ministry of Magic has its flaws. Not every systems are perfect-"
"Still defending old fools and bamboozles. You have a flaw of hint of your grandfather's blood running inside of you."
"If you brought me here to hire me as one of your death eaters, then you can just sod off. You can kill me, if you so desire, but I will never serve you!" Remus said through his clenched teeth.
"The heart of true devotee to the Ministry, aren't you, sir?" Voldemort scoffed. "I could have killed you whenever I desire, you should never forget that! Never underestimate your enemy, sir.
"The reason, you were alone at the dead of the night in the library, was to look for answers to your past. Would you be here, if the Ministry offer the information openly to you? Going through the Secret Files unknown to your employer? My, my, what would they say if they knew a werewolf was breaking the law…they would have thrown you into Azkaban quicker than you could have breathe. First, they took you away from your family, from your loving mother, then they move you to the-the-"
Voldemort took a deep breath, "They killed your mother. They killed her."
He snapped his finger. Letting the harsh and short sound ring out the room.
"Your father…….also…… died at the moment……. she died." Voldemort said slow and deliberately, as if he wanted to see what his words would do to Remus.
"They took you away……. and killed your family…...
"Didn't you ever wonder why your parents never came for you? Why the Ministry would never reveal your past?"
Countless nights and dreams…"The guilty ones need to cover up their tracks, don't they?
"Now, can you look me in the eye and tell me you will die for the Ministry? They are your true dark wizards, sir. Who are you fighting for? For your ENEMIES? THE MURDERERS!?"
"NO, YOU ARE THE-"
"I AM OPENING YOUR EYES, SIR!!!" His fist hit his desk with such a force that Remus felt the tremor under him. Voldemort rose from his seat slowly, displaying his powerful presence once again. The silence spoke louder than anything in that room. Two men stared at each other, weighing other's power.
Remus whispered his words, calming himself, removing himself from the erotic and seductive power of hate that tried to escape from the core of his soul. Never give in to him. "You have to stop-"
"Open your eyes! See the true killers, see the true parasites that suck the marrows of everyone's misery and grow more powerful each time, each one they kill and destroy. Open your eyes, SIR! For god's sake! Remember!
"You don't have to believe my word, but I know you know the truth in your heart, Remus Jeremiah Riddle!"
Voldemort halted in surprise as his word left his mouth, but not as surprise as Remus. When the name hit him, it hit him face on. They stood and stared each other in utter silence, until Remus realized the truth of it all. He wanted to deny his words, his lies, but somehow he began to believe him until he felt the familiar effect of the over bearable veiling of his consciousness. He heard Voldemort's cry, "Breathe!" the last before he gave in to the familiar darkness that was somehow felt more comforting than before.
Remus Lupin:
Riddle. Riddle. Riddle. How could I be a Riddle? Yet, I knew my last name had been changed under Anna's care. How could I believe him? He was Voldemort! He lies! He lies! He lies!
"You lie, I don't believe you. I don't believe you. Why are you doing this? If you think I will join you, you must think me mad!"
I heard his sighs, "You still do not listen to your own heart, Jere-…Remus. Listen to what they are telling you. For a heart would never lie to you, unlike one's head. You have been cast a memory charm, so strong, even I wouldn't be able to lift that cloud off your head. Don't you see? Your condition is a way to block you from the truth."
I stayed in curled up position without moving, not even changing my breathing patterns. Without even looking up, "Why didn't you come for me before? Why did you…why now?" I whispered to my supposed………….father.
"I did. I tried many times. I wanted to. I wanted revenge, I wanted to revenge your mother's killers first. I wanted those bloody wreckers to pay what had been overdue for a long time. Especially your grandfather, the man who truly killed your mother."
I closed my eyes, feeling overwhelmed. I told myself, I still can't trust him.
"It wasn't until my power was strong enough to bring in followers, I learned of your whereabouts, but by then, it was too late. You were already in Hogwarts…" He paused, then continued, "Do you remember your second year? The incident with a Zwarthoed?"
"A Zwarthoed?"
"Yes, if only Zed had succeed in bring you to me that night-"
I turned around quickly to face him, "The kitchen! The beast with the wings…it was yours?"
How could I forget? I had almost knocked unconscious by the Willow as I had ran blindly for the cover. And it was also the night; I became one of the packs with the Gryffindors, with Peter, James and Sirius. How could I forget? An attack from the unknown…Voldemort went on, "If only I had done the job myself back then…I was fool to believe Kurtz for so long. And I am sure you do remember the night of the Yule Ball?"
My god….the attack…it had been done all for me… I had begun to remember bits and pieces of that night, and only a year ago I had remembered the death eaters chasing Snape and I through the burning hall. They were chasing us, no me. They were there to get me.
"Foolish! Foolish sods!" Voldemort began to pace, "I had told them to be discreet, and after they had taken you safely, I commend them to leave the body of DuMaurie. They failed me of course, thanks to Mr. Snape's resilient running I hear.
"I finally went to Hogwarts myself. Just once…to see you...then to bring you home with me, it was your 7th year. (Note: check out Turth: Dreamer of Dreams) That's when I learned of your narcolepsy. You were walking back to your dorm with your friend, and I heard you." He sighed again. "I was going to take you away then, but…I knew you needed your friends more...and I couldn't stay long."
"Because of Headmaster." I said.
"Yes." He answered coldly.
"Efrem Kurtz..." I whispered the name that was signed in the letter to Vincent Benjamin Lupin, Voldemort's right hand man. "He was your spy…. for me?"
"Kurtz," Voldemort repeated the name, "that worm." He grumbled, "He was the one of them, who took you away from your mother. Later, he became one of my servants, of course, he didn't realize who I had been. He had dealt with too many parents of werewolves to really remember one of many. But when he came to me, I remembered him at once. How could I forget his swaggering walks as he took you from us.
"He knew you were my weakness. He knew you were precious to me. After years of climbing the ranks among the death eaters, and after years of failing to deliver you to me, I had had enough."
"You killed him…"
"He wanted you dead by the end. He was paranoid that he would lose his power, and he came up with an absurd idea that you were the demise of me. He claimed the Dark Ages prophesized it. I would have laughed at his lies, if the situation has been any lighter. But he didn't know that I was your father. The same blood runs through me as it does yours."
I slowly set up from the position, and looked back at the figure of a man I had feared for a decade and also longed to find for so long. I remembered my father's smell when I was young. Looking at the man who became you-know-who, I felt mixture of emotions toward him.
"You killed your own father." My voice didn't accuse Voldemort, it was simply stated, as a fact.
"He deserved what he got."
"You killed all those people, innocent people." I stated again, as if it was just scores of a Quidditch team. "Did you deny killing Mr. Stafford?" My breathing getting heaviler.
"No."
"Some must be sacrificed in order to achieve greater good."
"And what is that?" I blinked away my tears, "He did nothing but showed me kindness! Why did you have to kill him! Why!"
"There are things you don't understand. In time you will."
"Don't you think you have avenge her death long enough?"
"As long as the Ministry of Magic subsists, as long as your other grandfather lives, as long as my enemies persevere, I would never stop th-"
"I had my doubts and loyalties to the Ministry many, many times. But I would never take another life in order to avenge what had happen to me or to my family. I have already forgiven them, why can't you?"
"You do not know what had been done! Those blue blooded self-righteous hoodwinks! What rights do they have to tear one's family? What right do they have against other creatures? I will bring them down." Voldemort stated icily.
"The hate will drive you crazy. There is nothing powerful enough to satisfy hate, even if you kill everyone, avenge your hate and change the world, you will never be satisfied. You will kill everyone including yourself in the end." I said with the desperation, I wanted to save him, save him from his own doom.
"Under my rule, the werewolves would be treated respectfully and equally, you would be treated as you are deserved to be treated. Nobody will lose their family because they became a dark creature. No one has the right to tear the family apart! If dark arts are only way to change the world, then so be it."
"Your death eaters are doing the exact same things, worse things to people than what the Ministry had done to anyone. You said you want to change the system, but you are terrifying the people. The dark arts will consume you. Their powers are not only used by you, but they will also use you in the process."
"They bring you powers, Remus. They could bring you the world, bring you pleasures, eternity, your deepest desires; they could even bring back the deads….if you are strong enough.
"They could even cure you, Remus. There has to be a way around lycanthropy, and my followers are working on it as we speak. Don't you ever want to look at the face of Full Moon, and walk under the its powerful light as you used to, when you were little? Join me, I could make it all happen. It is the dark art that made your narcolepsy disappear. Can't you feel it, Remus? You are no longer narcoleptic. With a spell, your condition is simply gone, disappeared as if it had never been. You would never have to be taken advantage of or fear of what's to come. Join me.
"Join your father."
I sighed and closed my eyes, when I opened them again, Voldemort sat in front with a hand stretch toward me.
"I..." I whispered as I looked back at Voldemort. "I don't believe you, sir."
"What?" Voldemort lowered his hand slightly.
"I don't believe you." I said slowly yet surely this time. "If you could bring back the deads, you would have brought my mother as soon as you could. But you did not. Why? You choose to kill, their bloods are on your hand, even her blood. Do you think she wants you to do this? No.
"No. I don't want join you. Never. You were my father when you were Thomas Riddle, when you were her Tiny Tee, but my father died when you became Voldemort. Do you understand me? My father's gone."
"NO! I won't have you deny me!" he took me by shoulder, his grips were painfully strong, "I am your father…I have done everything I did for you. FOR YOU. Everything I had done was for the love of you. It was all for love."
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